Make Me Feel Again ♕ Geralt Of Rivia

bonus chapter .

A/N: So, I've been seeing an increasing amount of comments about how I've robbed my readers of smut scenes and I apologise for that. I should've never skipped over the smut scenes. The audacity of me. But I'm making it up to you guys now while I find my inspiration to continue with this book, especially now that it's been announced that I'll be Henry Cavill's last season as Geralt. Enjoy (but maybe try to keep your hands out of your pants while you're at it)! 😂

Also, another quick note! This chapter takes place after chapter twenty-two, where Geralt confesses his feelings for El!

E L E A N O R A

The day was a whirlwind. I went from feeling as if my heart was being ripped out of my chest seeing Geralt and Yennefer together, to feeling as if things were so surreal with Geralt confessing his feelings.

As I stepped into the room we had managed to secure at a nearby inn- since our previous accommodations were destroyed by an untamed and evidently insane Djinn.

Folding my arms over my chest, I took in the room. It was tiny and only had one bed to fit the both of us, not that either of us had any room to complain seeing as this was the only room they had left. It also wasn't the first time Geralt and I had had to share a room. But after the day's events, I would have much preferred if I had a room to myself to process everything that had gone down.

Alas, I was stuck with the brute...a very hot brute, but a brute no less.

Speaking of the brute, I watched as he made his way further into the room. He, on the other hand, seemed to have no qualms about having to share the space and was already shrugging off his top with his back towards me.

My eyes trailed down his muscular back on their own accord, and I silently cursed myself for not having more self-restraint than I had.

As if feeling he could feel my gaze on him, Gor chooses the moment my eyes landed on his behind to turn around.

Quickly averting my gaze, I busied myself with observing the decorations in the room- which wasn't a lot- and humming a tune under my breath. Basically, looking anywhere but at him.

There was no use, however. Judging by the soft chuckle that left his lips, I had been caught red-handed...or should I say, red-eyed.

I was taking in the side table when I hear Geralt's distinct footsteps coming up behind me, continuing to advance on me until his bare chest was pressing up against my back.

My breath caught in my throat at the feeling of his warmth seeping into my skin even through my clothes as he leaned forward.

"Interesting table?" He rasped, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear.

I hummed under my breath, trying to sound as unaffected by his presence as I possibly could.

"Very."

"Is that right?" As if to torture me, he leaned forward even further, leaning his palms against the table and effectively trapping me between it and his solid body. "And what's so interesting about it?"

The way I imagined you would bend me over it. I thought, but quickly I shook it from my mind. Where the fuck did that even come from?

Clearly, having him invading my personal space was beginning to muddle my mind.

I cleared my throat, "Nothing."