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Instinct has me linking my fingers with Zara’s and she sucks in a breath, as though she’s forgotten to breathe until then. Almost as soon as we touch, the scene around us changes and we’re in the woods. It’s so fucking visceral. The loamy scent of the moss-covered earth hits my nose. I hear the trickle of a stream that meanders through the ancient oaks that tower over us. Dappled sunlight dances over the ground and its warmth flits over my face.
“What is this place?” I sigh, a complete calm washing over me.
Zara opens her eyes, and a huge grin lights up her face as she looks around.
“It worked.”
“It did.”
Zara pulls me toward a large boulder that sits at the edge of the water, and we sit down on it. I tug her into my lap, wanting her close as I soak in the peace of this place.
“This is the one spot in Fairy that I was ever able to escape to and just take a breath. It was far enough away from the manor that no one ever ventured out this far. I didn’t get to visit here often, but I did whenever I could.”
“It’s incredible.” I thread my fingers through her hair, letting the silky strands flow through my fingers.
Zara hums and leans her head on my shoulder.
“Is it hard to maintain?”
“No, it took a lot of concentration to change our location and get us here, but now that I’ve created it, it’s like it simply exists and I don’t need to focus on it at all. But, just doing that much was tiring. Still, I don’t want to pass up this opportunity. Should we see if I can get you to answer my questions?” She lifts her brows in question, looking far too mischievous.
“Why did I agree to this again?”
“Because you’re generous and so, so handsome.” Zara’s fingers massage the nape of my neck and I wonder if it’s possible to fall asleep in a dream.
“Well, when you flatter me like that, how can I resist? What do you want to ask?” Inside, I’m not nearly as calm. I don't have many secrets, but she could literally ask me anything. And I have no idea if she can force me to tell her in this dreamworld.
“Who was your first crush?” She grins up at me, a sparkle in her eyes.
Ugh, this is slightly cringeworthy and I doubt I’d tell her if she asked me in the real world. I’d probably make something up instead. Here the words trip off my tongue before I can even consider lying. “Mrs. Walling, my third-grade teacher.”
I slap a hand over my mouth.
“Oh, did it actually work? That’s not something you wanted to share?” Zara’s laughter tinkles around the woods and her forehead presses against my bicep.
“Not particularly.” I grumble.
“What did you like about her?”
I groan, wanting her to stop asking me questions, but it’s what I signed up for. “She was pretty and sweet, and she had a really nice ass.”
“You were in third grade!” Zara sounds exasperated but amused. I grin at her and haul her into my lap, settling her so she’s straddling me. I grab a handful of her ass and rock her against me.
“What can I say. I know what I like. No one has an ass as fine as yours, though.”
Zara bites her lip, then snakes her arms around my neck. “Not even Mrs. Walling?” She looks too fucking smug, and I love it.
I dip my hand between her thighs. She’s bare under my shirt and I curse when I realize she’s been wandering around my dreams without any fucking panties on. She moans when I slide my fingers between her folds.
“What else do you think we can do in this dreamworld?”
“I don’t know, but we really should try it all,” Zara says with breathy excitement. Her fingers dig into the muscles of my neck, feeling just as real as when we’re awake. The soft silk of her skin, just as warm.
“Fuck, you are too good to be true,” I rumble against her neck, dragging my lips over her throat and pushing aside the collar of her shirt to get to her shoulder.
Zara’s hands move between us, and she tugs my sweats down to free my dick. I’m already so damn hard, she barely has to touch me. We don’t take any time to explore each other's bodies; this is driven by absolute need.
Zara shifts on my lap, hovering above me as she lines up my cock. With aching slowness, she works her way down my shaft, both of us groaning. This might be a dream, but she feels real. The slick, wet heat of her wrapped around me is as good as reality.
