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Jordana was having a weird dream. She was in a labyrinth, looking for a way out. When she was about to give up hope, she saw a footpath filled with mist. She went toward it.
The mist cleared and she saw a gate that would lead her out of the maze.
She walked cautiously. She was about to reach her way to freedom, when without warning, powerful arms held her back. The force was enough to rip the diaphanous gown she wore and left her naked.
Trembling and holding her tattered garments about her, she faced the person who held her.
A man wearing a black cloak held her…and with the lack of light, she can’t see his face.
She squealed in protest as the stranger pulled him into his arms.
She opened her lips to scream bloody murder but stopped when he placed his big hands on her breasts and started to knead and pull at the sensitive tips.
She moaned instead, unable to stop her body from responding to the stranger’s dark caresses.
One of his hands moved from her left breast and started its unerring journey downward.
She almost stopped breathing from the sensory overload but it was nothing compared to the gush of warmth that came through her when he parted her folds…
She could feel her body beginning to wake up from the overwhelming sensations. It all felt too real.
She still kept her eyes closed.
Was she really naked on a bed, lying on her side?
Impossible. It was just a wicked, erotic dream , she told herself before lulling herself to sleep again.
Then she felt it.
Something warm, hard and… so big was nudging her from behind.
Her eyes opened, sleep forgotten.
She immediately took in her surroundings. Horror swamped her when she realized this wasn’t her room.
And she wasn’t alone.
She was in a strange bed.
She glanced down and it finally registered. She was in the nude with a naked man—a stranger who appeared to be asleep but roamed his hands all over her body…like in the dream she just had. She couldn’t move away even if she tried. One of his legs clamped over hers, preventing any form of escape.
Panic assailed her when the strange man nibbled her ear. Then she heard him ask in a husky, just-out-of-bed voice, “So…you finally awake, cara ?”
This isn’t happening! her mind screamed. Please, oh God…let this be a dream!
But those questing fingers wreaked havoc on her body with every touch.
This was no dream. This was real.
Her body’s fight or flight response kicked in.
“Get your hands off me!” she said vehemently as she struggled to get away from him.
Lonzo’s hands stilled momentarily after her outburst. In one smooth move, he flipped her until she lay all over his body.
The seductive light in her amber-colored eyes were now absent. He noticed that she eyed him with burgeoning fear and trepidation.
What the fuck…?! Was she going cold on him after turning him on? Was this all part of her game plan? Something she did to tease poor schmucks? The idea of her being with another made him see red.
Lonzo struggled to control himself. He wanted her beneath him, to plunge balls-deep inside her slit and make her cum ‘til kingdom come.
Their bodies were tightly pressed to each other as they continued to assess each other. He was totally aware how perfectly they fitted— her soft, luscious breasts were crushed against his chest, his pelvis and his steely cock rested in full glory against her flat stomach while his muscled thighs trapped the smooth length of her legs. His heart was beating in sync with hers. Skin to skin.
Her wary eyes made him pause.
He had never felt this intense, sizzling connection with a woman before.
He knew she felt the same. He felt her fire, he had stoked it as he touched her earlier. She may say otherwise but her body told the truth. She wanted him, too.
It was as if the siren he saw earlier was just a figment of his imagination. She was now looking and acting as if this act was a whole new thing to her. It baffled him. With her
Jordana was having a weird dream. She was in a labyrinth, looking for a way out. When she was about to give up hope, she saw a footpath filled with mist. She went toward it.
The mist cleared and she saw a gate that would lead her out of the maze.
She walked cautiously. She was about to reach her way to freedom, when without warning, powerful arms held her back. The force was enough to rip the diaphanous gown she wore and left her naked.
Trembling and holding her tattered garments about her, she faced the person who held her.
A man wearing a black cloak held her…and with the lack of light, she can’t see his face.
She squealed in protest as the stranger pulled him into his arms.
She opened her lips to scream bloody murder but stopped when he placed his big hands on her breasts and started to knead and pull at the sensitive tips.
She moaned instead, unable to stop her body from responding to the stranger’s dark caresses.
One of his hands moved from her left breast and started its unerring journey downward.
She almost stopped breathing from the sensory overload but it was nothing compared to the gush of warmth that came through her when he parted her folds…
She could feel her body beginning to wake up from the overwhelming sensations. It all felt too real.
She still kept her eyes closed.
Was she really naked on a bed, lying on her side?
Impossible. It was just a wicked, erotic dream , she told herself before lulling herself to sleep again.
Then she felt it.
Something warm, hard and… so big was nudging her from behind.
Her eyes opened, sleep forgotten.
She immediately took in her surroundings. Horror swamped her when she realized this wasn’t her room.
And she wasn’t alone.
She was in a strange bed.
She glanced down and it finally registered. She was in the nude with a naked man—a stranger who appeared to be asleep but roamed his hands all over her body…like in the dream she just had. She couldn’t move away even if she tried. One of his legs clamped over hers, preventing any form of escape.
Panic assailed her when the strange man nibbled her ear. Then she heard him ask in a husky, just-out-of-bed voice, “So…you finally awake, cara ?”
This isn’t happening! her mind screamed. Please, oh God…let this be a dream!
But those questing fingers wreaked havoc on her body with every touch.
This was no dream. This was real.
Her body’s fight or flight response kicked in.
“Get your hands off me!” she said vehemently as she struggled to get away from him.
Lonzo’s hands stilled momentarily after her outburst. In one smooth move, he flipped her until she lay all over his body.
The seductive light in her amber-colored eyes were now absent. He noticed that she eyed him with burgeoning fear and trepidation.
What the fuck…?! Was she going cold on him after turning him on? Was this all part of her game plan? Something she did to tease poor schmucks? The idea of her being with another made him see red.
Lonzo struggled to control himself. He wanted her beneath him, to plunge balls-deep inside her slit and make her cum ‘til kingdom come.
Their bodies were tightly pressed to each other as they continued to assess each other. He was totally aware how perfectly they fitted— her soft, luscious breasts were crushed against his chest, his pelvis and his steely cock rested in full glory against her flat stomach while his muscled thighs trapped the smooth length of her legs. His heart was beating in sync with hers. Skin to skin.
Her wary eyes made him pause.
He had never felt this intense, sizzling connection with a woman before.
He knew she felt the same. He felt her fire, he had stoked it as he touched her earlier. She may say otherwise but her body told the truth. She wanted him, too.
It was as if the siren he saw earlier was just a figment of his imagination. She was now looking and acting as if this act was a whole new thing to her. It baffled him. With her
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