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He exhaled slowly, his fingers teasing over the waistband of my panties. I’d gone to bed in nothing but a pair of boy-shorts-style underwear and an old crop top that barely covered my chest, but the material was so soft, it felt like silk against my nipples. It was crazy, but I’d wanted to dress sexy for him, even if it was just a dream.

“I’m sorry, wildfire. Work took longer than expected.” His lips brushed against my neck. “Forgive me?”

“I dunno,” I muttered. “Depends. What kind of work kept you away?” He didn’t answer, and I angrily glanced at him over my shoulder. “Were you with Professor Lynch?”

“Retract your claws, my sassy little kitten,” he murmured, his brown eyes caressing my face. “You have no reason to be jealous.”

With a huff, I turned my head so I was glaring at the window. “I’ll be jealous if I want to.”

“Not if you’re going to be mad at me—or, worse, break your own heart—over the thought of me with someone else.” He nuzzled my ear with his lips. “I can’t think clearly when I know you aren’t happy, zhizn moya.”

There was that phrase again. What sounded like an endearment in Russian. He’d said it right before Lynch interrupted us. I’d heard him say it countless times in my dreams. “What does that mean?”

“My life,” he translated. “My being. My existence. You are all of those things to me.”

A melty sensation burned in my chest. “I like that.”

“Yeah?” I nodded, glancing at him over my shoulder once again. “Does it make you ache when I say it? Does your greedy little pussy get wet for me, knowing you are the reason I continue to exist?”

Covering his hand that was still on my stomach, I pushed his fingers under my panties until he was cupping me. Dream Abi was bolder than Awake Abi. I liked her more. She wasn’t afraid to show him what she wanted.

“Fuck,” he groaned, burying his face in my neck. “You are drenched for me, wildfire.”

Parting me open with his fingers, he teased my clit with light brushes of his thumb. “Did I hurt you last night? You were so tight.”

“I loved it.”

“But did I hurt you?”

“No. There was no pain.” I arched my neck, giving him better access. His teeth scraped over my skin, not biting down, but I could feel him holding back. “Please. I want you to…”

“You want me to what, wildfire?” He rocked me back against him, his cock straining through his boxer briefs. For the first time since I’d started dreaming of him, he’d come to bed with no shirt and no slacks. At least I’d finally gotten him almost naked.

“Bite me,” I moaned. “Mark me. I want Lynch to see it and know you were the one who put it there.”

His chest rumbled with a groan as his teeth sank into the flesh where my neck and shoulder met, at the same time he thrust three fingers into me. Wetness flooded my core, air getting trapped in my lungs as intense pleasure pulsed through me. He didn’t completely pierce the skin, but he sucked on the spot, leaving a love bite behind.

“Such a good girl,” he praised, working me with his fingers. “Needing to show the world who you belong to.” He licked his tongue over his mark. “I’m going to tattoo your name all over my body, so everyone knows I am yours just as much as you are mine.”

Moaning, I worked my hips, taking his fingers deeper. I liked the idea of his skin inked with my name. “Mine,” I repeated. “You’re mine.”

He ripped away my panties, and I felt the broad crown of his cock enter me from behind. “Just the tip,” he grunted. “That’s all you get for now.”

Even the few inches he gave me burned as he stretched me. Reaching back, I clung to him, my head turning, wanting his kiss. His lips grazed mine, his breathing coming faster, the rocking of his hips shaking my bed.

“Your greedy pussy is choking my cock, wildfire. Nothing has ever felt this good. I don’t deserve it. Don’t deserve you.” He rubbed my clit harder, making me blind to everything but my rapidly building release. “But I will tear this world apart brick by brick to keep you.”

“Vaughn,” I cried, my inner walls clamping down. He surged a little deeper, and it felt as if time stood still for a moment. Every nerve in my body suddenly screamed, my body bowing as I came so hard tears spilled from the corners of my eyes.

“Rest easy, zhizn moya,” his deep, low voice soothed sometime later when I could breathe again. “Soon, we will show everyone that we belong to each other.”

* * *

With a gasp, I sat upright in bed when my alarm blared, my eyes frantically searching the room for Vaughn. When it was apparent I was completely alone, sadness stole my next breath.

“No,” I denied, fighting a sob. “No, it felt too real.”

I wanted the dreams to be reality so badly my heart ached.

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