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“Maybe you’re the demon,” he seethes into my ear as his warm breath twists with mine.
His bruising grip on my ass makes me hiss but I don’t retreat. Instead, I rock myself against him, seeking the relief I so desperately need.
He doesn’t give me a chance to answer, his lips crush to mine as his greedy tongue pushes through, winding in my mouth as I push up and onto him on a moan. I forget everything else in my life at that moment.
I could be kissing a ghost. Who cares?
This is probably just a dream. Who cares?
I’m broke, trying to win a contest that would give me a multi-million dollar haunted house and solve a whole heck-load of all my troubles. But, right now? Who cares?
Not me.
All that matters is this kiss. God on thunder mountain, this kiss.
It’s greedy, possessive and entitled, and I should push away. In real life, in the waking world, that’s what I would do, I’m sure. But, not now. Not here. I’ve endured enough nightmares, I deserve this euphoria, even if when I wake it will all be lost.
His grip on my ass shifts and he lifts me, mounting me against him. My legs instantly wrap around, ankles crossing, and I’m lost in the feeling of weightlessness and the warm, exotic, masculine taste of his kiss. The next moment, we’re back on the massive bed, his body pinning me, rubbing against me as we move together.
He’s huge. I couldn’t get away without a weapon or a miracle, but I don’t care. His every muscle feels like stone, tense and hard against my softness, and a sound of pleasure tears from my very soul as the tension in my center twists and builds.
His cock is like a steel flagpole rubbing against my clit. Our lips are lock together, tongues in a dangerous dance as we heave and rut against each other, willing our clothes to evaporate into the magic of the dream and leave us skin to skin.
He must read my thoughts, because the next moment he’s shed his jacket, breaking our kiss as he tosses it on the settee at the end of the bed, loosening his tie.
But he stops there.
“You are my dream,” he whispers, sending a bolt of erotic electricity over my bare skin.
His weight is back on top of me in an instant. Only this time, one hand runs down my hip, over my belly, as I nearly convulse at the touch of his fingers slipping under the elastic of my panties.
I know I should protest. This is too fast, too unreal, even for a dream. I don’t know this ghost of a man who has haunted me since I came into this strange house, but parts of me say I’m wrong. I do know him.
He groans into my neck like he’s in pain as I move my hips upward, giving him a signal that what he’s giving, I’m taking.
The pads of his fingers brush on the curls I have just above my clit as his lips do delicious and unreal things to my neck. When his touch connects to my clit, my back bows upward, I hiss an inhale and shamelessly lift my hips begging for more.
“Soaking for me. You knew walking around in that little cock-tease outfit would summon me, didn’t you?”
Summon me? Did he say summon me?
I open my mouth to answer but his fingers slip lower, a single digit entering me, making me forget everything except the exploding tsunami of sensations he’s creating. He pumps in and out, slowly, carefully, not too far, and I hear another groan rumble out of him.
“Virgin,” he growls, so low it’s barely audible and I think he’s talking to himself. “You are the temptress.”
He’s pulsing inside of me and pressing down with the heel of his hand, grinding it on my clit, and I can’t stop myself from moaning and moving with him. I want more, I want this bubble that’s growing inside me to burst and I’ll do almost anything right now to make it happen.
I slip one hand down between us, pressing my hand on top of his.
“You’re a desperate little thing, aren’t you?” His voice cuts through me like a hot knife. “I can’t imagine anything better than you and I working you into a frenzy together. What are you thinking about right now, Delia? You thinking about how your first time will feel? When I lay you down and tear this little cherry open with my cock?”
I arch my back until it feels like it will snap as I imagine the fantasy. My blood pumps in hot bursts, tingling pleasure rushing over my skin as I clench my inner walls, pushing the urgent need for relief forward.
“That’s how it would be…you’re gripping my finger like you never want me to leave. That’s how you would be with my dick inside you. Clamping down, pulling all the cum from my balls like the greedy girl you are. You’d come so hard, you’d practically crush my cock. I’d fuck right through your orgasm, pumping all that hot cream deep into your pussy. Then you’d feel so good, I wouldn’t be able to stop. I’d fill you again and again while you screamed my name and realized you belong to me now.”
