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"I don't need it to be real," I murmured. "I just need to have you back."
"You just need to be fucked," he said into my ear. "The way only I can fuck you."
There was something raw in his voice, something jealous. That wasn't my old Brennan. I must be reimagining him as he would be now. Older. Damaged. Jaded.
"I'm not sure I remember," I teased, need knotting between my thighs. "Remind me."
He pulled my shirt over my head, revealing my bare breasts. I let out a gasp as he sucked my nipples between his teeth, his fingers squeezing my ass hard enough to make me whimper. His tongue bathed one taut peak, his eyes closing as he moaned.
I remembered how he used to do this. Tease me. Torture me. His deep blue eyes would be fixed on me as he watched my arousal.
I tried to reach for him, but he stopped me. "No. Stay still," he murmured. His fingers slid up my stomach, brushed over my breasts and then slid lower, to the waistband of my sleep shorts. He growled softly when he saw the red thong that I had on underneath, the material soaked through with slick.
I shivered as he kissed his way down my stomach; his lips lingered on my belly button before moving further down. The cool metal of the mask that covered his eyes and cheeks slid over my skin. I loved his face so much, but even in my dreams, I couldn't have that beautiful face, those deep, vivid blue eyes. My imagination could only conquer my grief so much.
"Oh God," I murmured as I felt his breath against my underwear. I closed my eyes, biting my lip as I waited for the first touch of his tongue.
"You smell so fucking good," he murmured. His fingers hooked under the waistband of my underwear and tugged. "Like oranges and honey."
His hands kneaded my ass, dragging my hips forward to meet his mouth. He nuzzled my mound,and I could feel his hot breath through the thin fabric of my new panties. Just the thought of him doing what he was about to do made my pussy throb.
"Oh fuck," I whimpered.
"But you also smell likethem.And I'm going to fuck you until you forget them. I'm the only one who matters, Amelia. I'm your first. I'm your last. I'm youralways."
It was just a dream, and I wanted him, so I didn't argue the way I would've.
He ripped my panties off and dragged them to his face. He breathed them in and then stuffed them into his pocket. Then he slid two fingers through my wet folds, and when my hips jerked, he stilled them with his hand gripping my hip tight.
"You're always so wet for me," he murmured. "This pussy is mine. All mine.Remember."
His command sent a shiver of desire through me, awakening places that had been long forgotten under Nathan's cruel dominion of my body. I hated to be ordered around now; Stone's demands of obedience made me bristle, and the part of me that clenched with need in response was overwhelmed by my fear of submission.
But it had been different with Brennan.
And it was different again.
He circled his fingers around my wet core.
"You smell sweet when you think about me." He pressed his mouth to my lips. "And you taste even sweeter."
I moaned as his tongue slid through my wetness, plunging deep into my entrance. He sucked and teased my clit, first with his tongue and then with a long finger. I clutched at his hair, riding the feeling of being so exposed in front of him in the night air, so close to him, sending me flying towards the edge.
"Brennan," I whimpered as he slid another finger into my pussy. His thumb pressed against my clit, rubbing in slow, maddening circles. My thighs began to shake as I neared my orgasm.
His mouth pulled away, leaving my swollen sex exposed to the night air. "You don't get to come. Not while there's still any of their scent on your body."
He scooped low, gently placing his shoulder in my stomach, then lifted me easily. I let him, submitting to him and whatever he would do to me.
After all, it was my dream. He wouldn't do anything I didn't want.
I dangled over his shoulder as he carried me into the crystal blue water.
"Mine," he said, aiming a smack on my left ass cheek, then balancing it with one on the right. His big hand left sharp heat behind that raced straight to my throbbing core.
"I know," I said.
The water rippled around his lean, muscular body. He pulled me down from his shoulder to cradle me in his arms. The mask on his face glinted under the moonlight, and I reached for it.
