“I’m not needy,” I snap.
He grins against my skin, teeth grazing my neck. “You’re a liar, Rose. But I like that about you.”
His hands slip under my shirt. Correction—my shirt is gone, not even a memory. I’m naked under him, skin tingling with anticipation, every nerve desperate for touch. Soren palms mybreasts, thumbs teasing my nipples until I moan, arching up into his hands.
“That’s better,” he says. “Let go for me.”
I want to argue, but he’s already moving down. He kisses down my throat, then lower, tongue swirling around my nipple before sucking it between his lips. I shiver, grabbing fistfuls of his hair, needing to hold on to something.
Soren loves this, loves knowing he’s got me undone. He switches to the other nipple, biting just hard enough to make my hips jerk. “Fuck,” I growl.
He smirks up at me. “You taste so good, even in dreams.” He’s already sliding lower, and lower still, mouth kissing down my stomach, hands spreading my thighs wide open.
He settles between my legs like he’s never going to leave, then his tongue is on me, and I can’t think. He licks a slow line up from my entrance, then circles my clit, teasing, relentless. I buck under him, but he just pins my hips, holding me down while he works.
Soren knows exactly what he’s doing, and every flick, every lick of his tongue is calculated to wreck me. He alternates between gentle and rough, soft and brutal, building me up just to let me crash back down. I’m thrashing and moaning now, shameless, not even pretending to be in control.
He glances up, eyes black and shining. “Tell me what you want, Rose.”
“Don’t stop.”
He smiles wickedly, like the sinful devil he is. “As you wish.” Then he goes harder, tongue and lips and teeth, and I come undone, shaking apart in his hands.
The orgasm tears through me, and I scream his name, legs clamped around his head until I’m spent and limp. I open my eyes and see him looking up at me, his eyes glowing as he feeds on my release.
Soren doesn’t let up. He keeps going, softer now but still teasing, until I’m oversensitive and begging him to stop. He finally crawls up my body, mouth finding mine again.
He bites my lower lip.
I flip him onto his back, straddling him. “My turn,” I say, voice ragged.
He laughs, delighted. “There she is.”
Clothes are a non-issue in dreamland—he’s already naked, cock hard and dripping between us, hot against my thigh. I wrap my hand around him, stroking once, twice, dragging the tip against my clit just to watch him shudder.
“You want me, Professor?” I taunt.
He grabs my hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. “Ride me.”
I sink down on him in one stroke, taking him to the hilt. It’s too much, too full, and I sigh, riding the line between pain and pleasure. Soren’s hands steady me, but he lets me set the pace.
I move, slow at first, then faster, chasing another orgasm. His hips thrust up to meet me, and the friction is perfect. Every time I grind down, he hits the right spot inside me.
“Look at you,” he groans. “So fucking gorgeous.”
His words make me lose the rhythm, and I just slam down on him, desperate and wild. His hands are guiding me harder, faster, until I’m right at the edge again.
He leans up, mouth at my ear. “Come for me, Rose. Come on my cock. Now.”
My body explodes. There’s a rush of heat, magic sparking around us, and I’m sure that in this waking dream it’s happening for real.
Soren thrusts up, once, twice, then shudders, coming hard. I feel him pulse inside me, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. Better than real life. Better than anything.
We collapse together, my head spinning, as Soren strokes my hair, gentle now. “Missed this,” he says again, quieter. “I’m yours in here, Rose. Always.”
We lie there, and the dream starts to shift. The bed dissolves into a softer darkness, and for a second, it’s just us, floating somewhere outside of time.
I speak first. “Are you ever scared?”
