Page 96 of Black Sea

He was standing by the wooden bench at the foot of the bed, his gaze so predatory it unsettled me.

“How . . .” I darted my wide eyes toward the door, expecting the sentries to rush in with their pikes aimed at him. “How did you get in?”

The ghost of a smile lifted the corners of his lips as he approached me with deliberate calm. “I didn’t.”

That’s when I noticed my nightgown had transformed. The sleeves were gone and replaced by two thin straps. The neckline was no longer round, revealing only the contour of my collarbones; instead, it was so deep that it reached the end of my cleavage.

This couldn’t be real.

“I’m dreaming,” I murmured.

Amlach’s smirk grew more pronounced. “Are you sure?”

In a stubbing motion, he grabbed the hem of the blankets and pulled them back to reveal the lower part of my body.

My skirt featured a side slit extending up to my groin, fully exposing my bare leg.

Yes, this was definitely a dream.

Yet, when Amlach sat on the mattress’s edge, which sagged under his weight, it felt so real to me that I instinctively pressed my hand on his chest to stop him from doing whatever he was planning, casting another worried look toward the dimly lit door.

Amlach gently grasped my ankle to spread my leg and flex my knee. I stared at him, captivated by the nacreous glow that, passing through the thin blue curtains of the pointed terrace doors, reflected off him, lending him an almost magical aura.

My heart jumped into my throat as he started running his rough palm along the inside of my exposed thigh, and I quickly looked at the door once again.

“Only I can hear you here, Nauriel,” Amlach said, his voice thick with dark sensuousness. “So, scream for me.”

Before I could react, he grabbed my hair so forcefully that I tilted my head back and cried out in pain, which quickly turned into pleasure as he penetrated me with two fingers.

“Amlach,” I panted, fighting against his grip to pitch forward and kiss him.

But Amlach fingered me again with such force that his hand smacked against my pubic area, prompting me to toss my head back with a hoarse sound. I bent my other knee as well, opening myself wider, with my heels firmly on the mattress.

“Again,” I gasped, clawing at his shoulders.

Amlach curled his fingers inside me like a hook, pulling me slightly closer, and grazed a spot that caused me to groan so loudly I blushed with embarrassment.

His tongue trailed up my chin until his mouth hovered over mine. “Harder?”

“Yes,” I whispered, my fingers threading through his hair.

I felt his smile against my lips, then his fingers started moving in a way that drove me wild. The heel of his hand was constantly pressing against my clitoris, giving me bursts of pleasure so intense that my legs trembled.

Amlach pounced on my neck with his teeth and started to suck, hurting me so badly that I couldn’t tell where my screams of pain ended and those of pleasure began.

“More,” I growled.

However, instead of fulfilling my order mixed with pleading, he withdrew his hand and released my hair. Furious, I watched him rise on his feet and tower over me to his full height. I started to protest, but Amlach pressed the fingers he had used to possess me against my mouth. Feeling him spread my sticky arousal across my lips and breathing in its musky smell made my sex throb in a way that shocked me.

Without him needing to ask me, I slowly parted my mouth to invite him to put his fingers in.

His eyes burned with dangerous desire, and his nostrils flared as he slowly slid his fingertips over my lower incisors. When I felt them on my tongue, I closed my lips around his fingers with a moan and, holding his gaze, I began to suck. Amlach let out a hiss of pleasure and almost bared his teeth with a groan when I whirled my tongue around his fingers.

Then, all of a sudden, something changed.

His expression turned so grim that my first instinct was to pull back. But, with his two fingers still in my mouth, he grabbed my chin with all his hand and held me in place, squeezing so firmly that I thought he wanted to rip my jaw off.

Feeling perturbed by the direction my erotic dream had taken, I told myself to wake up. But I couldn’t.