make out some of it.
“There’s no going back. You will belong to me. Is that what you want?”
Why is he ruining the moment by asking me?
“Yes. God yes.”
Sadness flits across his face.
His lips devour mine, a long, hot, wet kiss that wipes away all thought. Our lips crush together, tongues dancing wildly. His hand tangles in my hair, pulling my head back, angling it the way he likes.
Wow. No one has ever kissed me like this before. Except...
I groan into his mouth and kiss him back greedily.
Usually when I’m with a guy, most of them are too intimidated by me—or maybe by my job—to take charge, so I have to. It always leaves me feeling like something’s missing. I end up with a teddy bear, wishing I had a beast. But this guy kisses me like I belong to him.
The need to touch him, knowing that I can’t, makes me wild, and I yank on his grip, kissing him harder.
He runs his hands down my arms, then back up to my wrists, pinning them again.
By the time he pulls back, I’m panting for dear life, my fingernails digging into my palms. His grip has to be leaving bruises, but I don’t care. It’s just a dream.
He sits back on his knees, flicks his hand. There’s a flash of light around him and a short keening pulse, sort of like a force field activating.
I gasp.
His ash-blond hair has turned black, his blue eyes a piercing, fiery red, and his chiseled features have become that inhumanly beautiful face. His body is suddenly huge, more muscled. Blue jeans are now deep scarlet. The medallion is there on his chest, catching the moonlight. His massive chest and arms are still bare, the smooth skin now a darker tan. His giant hands grip my hips, making them feel small and fragile. And his fangs glint between his lips.
Hello, demon of my dreams.
I should be scared out of my wits, but I’m not.
“I’ll take care of you,” he promises again in his gruff, lust-filled voice.
He can say stuff like that here, because this is a dream. Safe.
I nod again. He unties the belt at his waist, unbuttons the front of those odd pants, and pushes them down.
Holy fuck, he’s massive. His cock is almost as thick as my wrist.
Eyes locked on me, he palms his length, stroking up and down. I lick my lips, arousal scorching my veins.
He sets my legs on his shoulders, kissing the inside of each ankle.
Oh, God, I’m gonna die.
Arcayos lifts my hips to the right angle. I hold my breath. The head of his cock teases my entrance. Need makes my toes curl.
“Forgive me, my love. Forgive me.”
What…
The muscles in his jaw flex. He enters me in one smooth, swift stroke.
Pure, raw pleasure shoots through me. My body bucks, my core clenching tightly around him. I throw my head back, gripping the bars of my headboard and crying out.
An electrical current races through me, searing like fire. His presence pounds in my head. A thousand years of discipline and control overlay an animal lust capable of utter destruction, like a beast on a tight leash.
I am one with him. He’s inside me, or am I inside him? I don’t know where he ends and I begin.
His eyes are savage, his grip on my hips protective, cradling. “Mine,” he growls.
“Yes.” Always his.
He makes what has to be the most animalistic sound I’ve ever heard a man make. It’s filled with possession and triumph. And relief.
He hammers into me, hot wild thrusts. I pant, rocking my hips to his rhythm, loving every stroke.
I swear I feel stronger, as if I could break bone.
It’s his strength. Holy shit, I have his superhuman strength. My senses are on overdrive; the gruffness of his breathing fills my head, the pounding of his heart in my ears.
Arcayos sets my legs down, and lays himself over me, his arms around me like bands of iron. His hands grip my shoulders, holding me in place as he slides in and out, a steady, hungry taking.
“Made for me. So fucking perfect.” His voice is deliciously ragged.
I groan in approval, bending my knees at his hips, keeping my legs spread wide for him. He rumbles in agreement, his tongue stroking my cheek, my throat, my ear.
The heat of his tongue and the animalistic sound of him, the way he owns me with each thrust makes me wetter. I rock my hips faster.
A greedy sound vibrates from him. My muscles coil in