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Hovering in a daze from the painkillers, he hung on to his sense of self by his fingertips. He’d understood when the torn skin, savaged muscle, and shattered bone healed at a stunning speed. Inside he’d changed. While he had recovered, he’d accepted the strange alteration to his senses, and he’d learned to dream.
    A surge of excitement twitched through his cock. In his first dream after the attack, he’d found Sian, along with a sense of reality he’d never experienced before. The heated throbbing recalled how close he’d been to screwing her. He’d lunged between her wide-spread thighs, his cock oozing pre-cum, and he’d almost entered her pussy.
    She’d been coy at first as they’d danced, typical Sian, but when she’d understood he wasn’t going to take “no” for an answer that night, she’d kissed him. He had thrust his tongue down her throat as she gave in. He could still hear her enticing noises, feel her writhing beneath him on the smooth polished floor when he had peeled off her short dress, followed by the sexy bra. The little whimpers she’d made when he had sucked at her nipples and tugged down her tiny panties to strip her naked, had almost taken him over the edge.
    He shook at the recollection of her luscious, smooth, round ass under his palms, her hot, hard nipples pressed tight against his chest when he moved to mount her. If only he’d managed to go all the way to get inside her that night.
    His desire, checked by her youth and innocence when he’d first hired her, had built until he had to fight to control it whenever she was near. The wicked little temptress, she knew he wanted her. She tormented him. He’d thought it kind of cute the way she’d made so many efforts in her leather gear or rubber dress, all intended to appeal to him. He’d been on the verge of making a move when she had gone walk-about at the Darnwell Estate.
    His sweet, sexy muse had no idea how many times, and in how many ways, he’d filled her pussy with his cum over the last four years. But, the strange dream he’d had the night he awoke in hospital, so powerful and strong, it took his need for her up another million notches. He’d tasted something better than the usual lust-filled explorations his imagination contrived. A kind of perfection he wanted every other fantasy of Sian to mimic.
    He’d felt her warmth beneath him and needed it again. Like a drug, she fed his hunger. That night she’d been with him all the way, rubbing her silky mound with its little strip of curls against his hand, urging him on. When he had parted her thighs, she’d made fantastic, gurgling pleasure noises. She had lifted her hips for him as he licked and sucked her rigid nipples and probed deep in her pussy with his fingers. The memory of the sensation blasted back through him.
    Fabulous.
    Tight, hot, wet, and magic. Until she had fled. She’d wriggled like a wanton little snake, had shaken her pretty tits in his face, before she had slipped from his grasp and run.
    Damn her bloody tower.
    She’d hidden inside the tall stone tower in the dream. Though he knew where she was, he couldn’t penetrate the brambles to reach her. She had hidden inside until the dawn.
    Franklyn eased the snakeskin jacket from his damaged shoulder. Most of the normal range of movement had returned but at the cost of exquisite pain. He’d also suffered the onset of referred trauma to his hip. He limped bad enough to use a stick. The specialist’s promise that the torture would ease as time passed had yet to materialize. When it did, he’d be ready to take Sian and deal with the big threatening bastard she’d brought to the hospital to torment him.
    Though he’d been so sick, near dying, Sian had turned up with the one responsible for his injuries. He had known the animal who’d attacked him. The one who had delighted in menacing him with