“Vanilla and spice. Delicious,” he announced and then his tongue swiped up her second breast and lashed the nipple there. “I love muffins,” he growled before claiming that nipple and suckling it into his mouth now.
Ildaria groaned, promising herself she’d make him muffins as he began to nip and lash at the hard bud, sending bolts of excitement through her body. But then he released that as well and breathed, “You’d hate me if you knew I did this to you in my dreams.”
“No,” she gasped, shaking her head on the pillow as his lips moved over her stomach, sending it rippling.
“Yes, you would,” he said, sounding sad, one hand shifting up to cover her breast and squeeze lightly, the other fanning out over her hip before sliding to her upper leg. “But I swear I wouldn’t drug you or chain you up in real life. I’m losing my mind over you and I know it, but I haven’t completely lost it yet. I’ll do what I have to, to keep you safe. I’ll get away from you, go back to England and—”
“No!” Ildaria protested with horror.
“Shh. You’re just a dream. If you were real you’d be glad,” he muttered and then made sure she didn’t protest further by covering her mouth with his in a hard kiss.
Ildaria resisted for all of a heartbeat, and then gave in and kissed him back. She would tell him after. Immortals did not faint during dream sex. She would tell him afterward that this was a shared dream. She’d tell him that he wasn’t losing his mind, or that if he was she was too, and it was only because they were possible life mates. And then she’d beg him to agree to be hers. She wouldn’t even ask him to turn. She just needed him to be hers. She just—
Her thoughts died as his hand slid between her legs and her body responded, pushing everything but the feel, taste, and need for him from her thoughts. God, she wanted to touch him, Ildaria thought and then the chains melted away, freeing her to touch him.
G.G. moaned into her mouth when her hands slid around him and ran over what she could reach of his back, but he didn’t stop kissing and caressing her until she began to tug at his shirt. Breaking their kiss, he nipped at her lower lip and then retrieved his hand from between her legs and stood to quickly undo the buttons of his dress shirt.
Ildaria watched him, panting, her body aching. A small sigh slid from her lips when the shirt was open and he began to shrug out of it, his tattoos shifting with the movement. He was so beautiful, his chest wide and rippling with muscle. Ildaria had never thought much of tattoos in the past, but had to admit G.G.’s were beautiful, a pattern of black whorls and curved thorns that ran around his upper arms to his shoulder, leaving his chest un-inked. She knew from past dreams that the same pattern ran down his muscled back, following the length of his spine. They looked beautiful on him, and she thought it would be a shame if he were turned and lost them.
Movement distracted her from her thoughts, and she focused in on G.G. as he walked to the foot of the bed. He was watching her as he went, his gaze intense, and she stared back, suddenly holding her breath when he paused between her spread, still chained feet.
“Beautiful,” he murmured and then knelt and placed a kiss on the instep of first one foot and then the other. He began to move up her legs then, licking and nipping at each ankle, and then her calf, crawling onto and up the bed as he went. When he licked and nipped at her inner knees and she gasped, shifted and gave a startled sound almost but not quite a giggle, a smile claimed his lips and he raised his head to look up her body to her raised head.
“Ticklish.” The word was a soft rumble in the silence, but he moved on, kissing and nibbling up her inner thighs, moving so slowly Ildaria thought she’d die from the anticipation of his reaching her core. But he surprised her there, bypassing the aching spot altogether and letting his lips travel to her hips and her stomach instead.
Ildaria moaned in disappointment and then gasped and arched as his lips found her breasts and feasted on