Hide No Longer: Hide, #3

By Leona D. Reish

The winter holidays are ending, and so Lynne prepares for the return to her normal, day to day life, but can there be such a thing when 'he' still haunts her? Waking with his ethereal presence at her side, she wonders if he has simply become a normal part of her life. Yet even that may change. Left alone after a sordid morning of teasing, Lynne will inevitably be brought to face the question weighing on her heart.

Just who is she hiding from?

With her answer, this game may finally come to an end...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Leona D. Reish
• Release date: Jan 24, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201652708

Leona D. Reish

From demons to monsters and demi-human monster girls, Leona D. Reish draws from the paranormal, myth and fantasy to create otherworldly stories of sweet corruption, divine machination and the most unlikely romances. It is here, beyond the odd vampire and werewolf, that you’ll touch tales of tails from deeper into the realms of fantasy. From lamiae and arachnes to other powerful undead and divine rulers, behind every face lies familiar desires and vulnerable hearts. Not every story is set in such high fantasy, however, as more grounded contemporary and even historic tales have been written in which more domestic taboos and powers are often revelled in. Throughout them all Leona brings an understanding of the delicacy and romance underlying darker kinks and fetishes to present the most erotic escapes to realms that can – and often should – only exist by the blessing of books and the support of avid readers. To this day Leona fights all the world’s evils within her mind to strive to bring you more great content. If you’ve enjoyed what she does and want to see more, consider following her profile and showing your support on social media where comments are always appreciated and help reinforce that the audience is really there.

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Hide No Longer

Curled up in the comforting warmth of her bed, ephemeral dreams fade and vanish from Lynne Hill’s waking mind. Through her curtains come the glow of a new morning, and all it may bring. Those lost dreams filter through the gaps in the otherwise thick, light-blocking curtains to be forgotten on the morning’s mist. Slowly, her body rouses to the morning’s call, stretching and turning over under the blissfully heavy covers that always prove to be a struggle to throw off. Before worrying about that fight, the sleepy woman reaches out for her dear companion.

You’re up early. A voice as ethereal as the hazy memories of her winked out dreams met Lynne as a soft chill brushed her lips. The image of him filled her vision as he took form, laid aside her. Simply sighing out in vexation, Lynne ignored him to stretch her hand out, searching for her mobile phone that should have been resting on her other pillow.

It slipped under the cover. Little further. A gentle chill brushed the mouse-brown hair out of her eyes, its caress familiar and even pleasant. Blinking the sensation away as she glowered through the spectral man, she finally dug the phone out of hiding, pulling her arm straight through him to check the time.

Thanks... I would have heard it in a few minutes anyway. Muttering softly, Lynne rolled onto her back to distract herself from his presence and switch off the scheduled alarm and open her social media. And I wonder who’s fault it I’m used to waking up like this now... Lazily flipping through her feed, Lynne dared a glance back at him laid beside her. Strange as he was, indecent as the things he did to her were, there was a place in her heart she could not deny the thrill of him and how he woke her. Deeper within that quiet corner of her heart was the pleasure of having someone aside her at all, one she could see, feel greet her and speak to.

Heh, I don’t know what you’re talking about. His chuckle was as knowing as it was gentle. Well, those feelings would remain hidden away, buried in the dark corners of her heart. She could never admit to such shameful, selfish and impossible things. Not to him.

Mmhm... Stretching again, Lynne rolled and shuffled to her side of the bed, reluctantly kicking her feet out to push herself up and sit, sighing as the weight of her body came down on her. Being the winter months, she had not ventured out to exercise much, though she knew that was simply a convenient excuse. She hadn’t made the time to do so in warmer months either. What did it matter anyway? She was a busy woman, and couldn’t imagine anyone being interested in her anyway.

Tracing a hand across the gentle swell of her stomach that rested atop plump thighs, Lynne chased those simple morning thoughts out of her mind. Perhaps she had let herself go a little, but didn’t everyone, given the season? Consoling herself with such happy reasoning, Lynne shivered despite herself as she felt a chill brush around her body, seeking out and focusing in on her bared nipples.

What are you doing...? Blinking and looking down, she found his hands cupping her ample breasts, teasing and brushing the quickly hardening nipples. She wouldn’t admit it, perhaps not even to herself, but she’d grown used to him playing with her body, and even enjoyed it. From these simple, little things to the much more extreme ways and places he’d stripped her body of control and thoroughly played with her.

I found you. Whispered in her ear on a soft chill of phantasmal breath, the simple words caused a shiver to run down Lynne’s back, completely waking her. She couldn’t help but recall the first time she’d heard them, so much louder that they felt as if they had seared all control of her senses away from her. What had happened after still made her cheeks flush with embarrassment, especially as her body now reacted to the simple phrase as if she’d been trained to surrender to him. As though he’d changed her.

But I wasn’t... Her breath already sharp, Lynne squeezed her legs together to hide and ignore the tingling urge she felt blooming between them as he brushed his lips across her neck, chuckling softly as he held her. Despite the strange, spiritual nature of his being, the sense of being pressed down and fawned over in such a way by another was still comforting. Closing her eyes to focus on the cool pleasure of his presence, Lynne licked and parted her soft lips, allowing a soft gasp to escape them. If she was to submit to this early morning show of lust, then so be it.

Lured in by the inviting sighs of warmth, her tongue peeking out from between the wet shine of her waiting mouth, Lynne felt him finally hone in to press a soft kiss. The gentle chill of his lips on hers sent a sweet shiver down her spine as Lynne responded to the ethereal embrace. Balling her fists in the bedsheets, Lynne’s back arced and squirmed around under him as those light fingers wandered down her supple body. His presence and power seeped into her, heart racing as her body responded to him more honestly than she could ever allow herself to admit, even as her tongue pressed out against his.

Soft smacking of lips and delicate sighs filled the peaceful morning silence, little more than a shaft of light struggling to peak through the heavy curtains and illuminate the couple. Laid out on her back with bunched legs dangling over the side of the bed, Lynne happily lost herself in his paralysing hunger for her, daring