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Surely no one woke up from such a vivid sex dream about a virtual stranger only to have them come rushing in, grabbing you, and kissing you until you were damn near seeing stars.
But it sure felt real when his free hand moved down, grabbing me at the back of my knee, and yanking my leg up to hook around his hip, so he could press forward and grind his cock against my cleft.
His lips muffled the startled moan that escaped me at the contact.
It only took seconds, though, before my own hips were wiggling against him, trying to get more of that friction, some relief from the clawing desire coursing through my body.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt quite soinsidemy own body before, so in tune with it, so acutely aware of each sensation happening all at once.
The way my pulse pounded in my throat, chest, wrists, groin. The way my blood was rushing through my veins. The heaviness of my breasts. The way even the scrape of my bra against my overly-sensitive nipples made me almost cry out with a mix of pain-pleasure.
It was all just… too much.
And yet, somehow, not enough at the same time.
“Fuck,” Bael hissed against my mouth as my hips writhed against him. A little harder, a little faster than before.
“Bael, please,” I whimpered, my hands clawing at his back, trying to get more of the feel of him.
Then his hand was releasing the back of my head, reaching down to grab my other leg until it wrapped around his hip as well.
His lips claimed mine once more, not as hard, but no less as intense.
And then we were moving. Away from my table. Away from the books I’d knocked all over the floor.
We moved deeper into the library, into a corner behind a row of bookcases that made it impossible to see from anywhere else in the library.
Only when we were there did he slam me back against the bookcases once again.
But this time, it wasn’t me doing all the writhing.
It was him grinding into me, his cock sliding against my cleft, rubbing right where I needed it most.
His lips ripped from mine so he could look down at me as he suddenly yanked his hips far enough back to create a gap, then reached between us, slipping his hand inside my pants and panties.
A strangled whimper escaped me as his fingers found my cleft, teasing up it with curious fingers.
“Fucking drenched,” he growled, and his eyes seemed to almost glow redder in his desire, making the dark green less prominent.
Then his thumb found my clit, and, well, all thoughts about things like glowing red eyes flew out of my head as a sort of electric shock of desire shot off from the contact and seemed to sizzle through my entire body.
“So fucking sensitive,” he growled, his chest heaving a bit with his own desire. Two of his fingers slid down my cleft and surged inside of me, making another moan escape me. “So fucking drenched for me,” he growled as his fingers wasted no time, starting to thrust in me quickly, relentlessly.
I’d never felt quite so wrapped up in a moment with a man before, in all the sensations he was creating in my body, in the ones that seemed to emanate from his as well.
“You’re going to come for me,” he growled before his teeth nipped my ear, and a pointy tooth of his nearly pierced the skin.
It wasn’t a question.
I still found myself answering.
“Yes,” I whimpered even as my walls started to tighten around him.
And just like that, I did.
The waves crashed through me as Bael’s lips claimed mine again, swallowing the sounds of my release as I clung to him.
I’d barely recovered from one of the best climaxes of my entire damn life when I felt his fingers sliding out of my panties.
