couldn’t stop myself. I felt you dreaming, and I drew you here.”
Wait?
She didn’t want him to wait. She wanted him to take her. Now. She couldn’t remember ever wanting anything more. He kissed her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress, making Sky grind herself against him. She felt his cock become slick with her wetness. Impatient for the feel of Julian’s lips on her bare skin, Sky tore at her dress. It ripped away easily, and Julian’s tongue found her bare, hard nipples and licked and teased.
Sky reached down between them and tried to guide Julian’s cock into her, but he pulled away.
“No,” he said. “Not like this.”
Not waiting for a response, he picked her up as if she weighed nothing and laid her down on the bed. Its silky crimson sheets were soft under her. Below Sky was the ocean full of moonlight. Above her was Julian, looking down at her, his palms pressed into the bed on either side of her face. He was holding himself up on his arms, rigid with muscle. The heavy weight of his cock lay between her spread legs. She rubbed her nub against his cock, moaning.
Lowering himself closer to her, Julian kissed her breasts, licking at her nipples, tugging them between his lips. Sky, intoxicated with the feel of his hard body so close, writhed under him. She tried to slide her hand down to guide him into her, but Julian, quicker than lightning, caught her wrist and stopped her.
“Not yet,” he said.
In the candlelight, his gaze was hot with desire, but he was holding back, controlling himself.
“Why, Julian? I want you inside me,” Sky protested, raising her hips, rubbing herself against him, feeling his cock grow slicker and wetter.
“I have to wait,” he said and kissed her, gently this time. “This isn’t my dream. It isn’t right. I shouldn’t be here. I can’t do it like this. You’re my mate.”
His mate?
Yes. Now that he’d said it, Sky knew it was true. She’d known for a long time. Just like she knew Julian’s will was unbending. Even if all she wanted was to feel him inside her, filling her, stroking hard into her, she would have to wait.
He rolled away from her and pulled her into his arms. He was behind her, his hard cock nestled against her ass, his arm over waist. He slid his hand down between her legs, found her nub, and rubbed gently while he kissed her neck.
“Doesn’t mean I can’t pleasure you,” he whispered.
Sky, already hot from Julian’s teasing, tossed her head, feeling her body convulse as Julian rubbed harder, faster, all the time whispering, “You’re mine, Sky. Mine.”
Julian’s whisper a promise in her ears, his heated breath on her neck, Sky’s orgasm rocketed through her, and she…woke to the sound of crashing thunder. She sat up and actually looked to see if Julian was there with her. But of course he wasn’t. She’d been dreaming. She couldn’t remember all of it, but she remembered his whisper—“ You’re mine ”—and it aroused her, made her shiver with desire.
She shook off the dream, slipped into her jeans, and went out into the living room. All four walls were there. No ocean where the window looked out on the street. No white walls. No Julian.
She sat at her desk and booted up her laptop. While she waited, she brushed her fingers over her neck where Julian had kissed her in the dream. His teeth had been sharp…like fangs. She thought back to the night she’d been waiting for Julian in Aunt Millie’s, trying to remember every detail of the man who’d smiled at her. All she knew for sure was that he’d had fangs. And there’d been something else. When he walked away, his hair hung down his back in thick pale whorls. He had dreadlocks. Then she’d seen him again and—
A soft knock came at the door. Sky’s heart hammered. With the hours she kept, no one visited without calling ahead. Julian would have told her if he was in town. Maybe it was a delivery to the wrong apartment.
She waited, then heard soft
Wait?
She didn’t want him to wait. She wanted him to take her. Now. She couldn’t remember ever wanting anything more. He kissed her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress, making Sky grind herself against him. She felt his cock become slick with her wetness. Impatient for the feel of Julian’s lips on her bare skin, Sky tore at her dress. It ripped away easily, and Julian’s tongue found her bare, hard nipples and licked and teased.
Sky reached down between them and tried to guide Julian’s cock into her, but he pulled away.
“No,” he said. “Not like this.”
Not waiting for a response, he picked her up as if she weighed nothing and laid her down on the bed. Its silky crimson sheets were soft under her. Below Sky was the ocean full of moonlight. Above her was Julian, looking down at her, his palms pressed into the bed on either side of her face. He was holding himself up on his arms, rigid with muscle. The heavy weight of his cock lay between her spread legs. She rubbed her nub against his cock, moaning.
Lowering himself closer to her, Julian kissed her breasts, licking at her nipples, tugging them between his lips. Sky, intoxicated with the feel of his hard body so close, writhed under him. She tried to slide her hand down to guide him into her, but Julian, quicker than lightning, caught her wrist and stopped her.
“Not yet,” he said.
In the candlelight, his gaze was hot with desire, but he was holding back, controlling himself.
“Why, Julian? I want you inside me,” Sky protested, raising her hips, rubbing herself against him, feeling his cock grow slicker and wetter.
“I have to wait,” he said and kissed her, gently this time. “This isn’t my dream. It isn’t right. I shouldn’t be here. I can’t do it like this. You’re my mate.”
His mate?
Yes. Now that he’d said it, Sky knew it was true. She’d known for a long time. Just like she knew Julian’s will was unbending. Even if all she wanted was to feel him inside her, filling her, stroking hard into her, she would have to wait.
He rolled away from her and pulled her into his arms. He was behind her, his hard cock nestled against her ass, his arm over waist. He slid his hand down between her legs, found her nub, and rubbed gently while he kissed her neck.
“Doesn’t mean I can’t pleasure you,” he whispered.
Sky, already hot from Julian’s teasing, tossed her head, feeling her body convulse as Julian rubbed harder, faster, all the time whispering, “You’re mine, Sky. Mine.”
Julian’s whisper a promise in her ears, his heated breath on her neck, Sky’s orgasm rocketed through her, and she…woke to the sound of crashing thunder. She sat up and actually looked to see if Julian was there with her. But of course he wasn’t. She’d been dreaming. She couldn’t remember all of it, but she remembered his whisper—“ You’re mine ”—and it aroused her, made her shiver with desire.
She shook off the dream, slipped into her jeans, and went out into the living room. All four walls were there. No ocean where the window looked out on the street. No white walls. No Julian.
She sat at her desk and booted up her laptop. While she waited, she brushed her fingers over her neck where Julian had kissed her in the dream. His teeth had been sharp…like fangs. She thought back to the night she’d been waiting for Julian in Aunt Millie’s, trying to remember every detail of the man who’d smiled at her. All she knew for sure was that he’d had fangs. And there’d been something else. When he walked away, his hair hung down his back in thick pale whorls. He had dreadlocks. Then she’d seen him again and—
A soft knock came at the door. Sky’s heart hammered. With the hours she kept, no one visited without calling ahead. Julian would have told her if he was in town. Maybe it was a delivery to the wrong apartment.
She waited, then heard soft
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