7. Chapter Six

Abreathy sigh escapes my lips as he moves over me, his hard frame pressing me down into the soft mattress and luxurious satin sheets. The whisper of a moan leaves me as the cool, delicate material shifts against my feverish skin, and his hands begin to roam every curve of my body unapologetically.

I turn my face to the right, my eyes searching the darkness, only to find a huge open window. The only vestige of light in the vast space. The window glass is missing, allowing the breezy summer air to flow into the room and tame the balmy temperature.

Large and long flowing curtains catch the pale light of the full moon, the soft white silk billowing from the pleasant airflow.

The silk is everywhere. All around us, in varying shades of silver. My eyes catch glimpses of the sheer drapes as they dance in the breeze around the room, glittering in the light of the pale moon.

Where am I?The words are whispered into the opulent darkness, or at least I thought I spoke aloud. My eyes wander around the dark expanse, only to see more silky white sheets billowing softly throughout the heavy shadows.

His mouth descends on my neck, his soft lips trailing passionate kisses along my highly sensitized skin. His gentle hand grips my chin and turns my face back to his, but my eyes cannot see anything but the shape of him. He captures my mouth and steals the inquiry from me with a devouring kiss.

His tongue teases the seam of my lips until I open for him, moaning as he sweeps inside of me and tastes the lust he is building in me. I arch against him, allowing him to dominate my mouth with his searing kiss.

The cool breeze hits my fevered skin, drawing another sigh out of me. My dark lover pulls away from me to watch my face as his hand drifts slowly down the curving contours of my torso, dipping down to slide between my thighs. I am lost to his touch.

I lift my arm towards the window, the silky materials floating up to meet my waiting fingertips, and I play with the ghostly edge of the curtain for a few moments.

My mind drifts back to wondering where I am. Before I can ask him, his shadow of a hand reaches out to grasp my wrist and pull it to his waiting mouth.

His full lips part to gently bite the palm of my hand, and I hiss in a breath before he soothes the sting with a kiss. The small pain and sensual pleasure of that one act makes my head feel foggy, and I rub my thighs together in an attempt to dispel the tension gathering there.

His hand is pinned between my supple thighs, but he doesn't seem to mind it. He strokes two fingers up and down my slit, coaxing my legs to part for him. They do, and I am rewarded with his fingers rubbing gentle circles around my clit.

I gasp, arching my body again, into his welcoming embrace. He snakes his other arm around my waist and anchors me to him while he dips two fingers into my eager body. My swollen pussy accepts him easily, wet from his seemingly endless teasing.

The walls of my pussy tighten around his fingers as he fucks me with his hand, and the intensity of my pleasure erupts like a volcano from the base of my spine, building towards blissful climax.

My hands lift to press against his chest, my nails biting into his warm skin, my hips lifting unbidden to rock against his skilled fingers.

His head drops, his tongue dragging sensually along the shell of my ear, before his deep and exotic voice filters through the fog that has taken up residence in my head. "That's my good girl. Fuck my hand like the needy little witch I know you really are."

Little witch.

Confusion strikes like the lash of a whip, and I flinch. What?

His hand grips my jaw again, pulling my mouth to his. His kiss is so intoxicating that I lose myself to him again, seduced by the way he feasts on me like I am his only salvation. His only oasis on this hot and dark desert night.

I moan softly as his teeth rake along my bottom lip, swollen from the intensity of his kisses. When he breaks our kiss, I am breathless, gazing up into the shadow of his face.

Just as my pleasure starts to peak, he pulls his hand from between my trembling thighs and draws them up to his mouth. Most of his face is hidden in shadow, but now I can see his fallen angel mouth as he places his drenched fingers between his lips and sucks them clean.

I gasp at the erotic sight of him licking me off of his fingers, my face flushing as a sinful smirk spreads slowly across his face. The light of the glimmering moon through the window catches on something, and my mind tries to make sense of what I am seeing. His canine teeth are unusually long and pointed. How strange.

"Who—" My question is lost as his mouth descends on my jawline, nipping and kissing his way to my ear, shifting his body until his hips settle heavily between my thighs. The feel of his cock sliding along my aching pussy has me moaning brokenly as he places a kiss against my ear.

"Beg me to fuck you, Selene."

His words are filthy, and I shiver as he strokes along my pussy with his hardened length. My body is electric, supercharged, and begging for release. I writhe beneath him as he torments me, keeping me on the edge of ecstasy until I give him what he wants.

"Pl-ease. Please fuck me," I beg with a needy whisper, my hands raking down his broad chest. The muscles beneath my fingertips tense, and his powerful body surges forward against me. The feel of his cock sliding deep inside of me makes me cry out, but he captures the sound in another worshipful kiss.

I am lost in rapture as he thrusts inside of me, his rough fingertips gripping my body like he must anchor us together so we don't drift apart. His hips are pumping at a maddening pace, while he kisses every part of me that his greedy mouth can reach.

Every time his cock slides deep, I moan into his waiting mouth, losing parts of myself piece by piece to his reverent kisses. He takes every bit of me, and I know without a shred of doubt that this man would sooner die then pull our bodies apart.

I writhe beneath him as he drives us both towards a mind-shattering orgasm, unable to make sense of the array of sensations assaulting me. The billowing silk surrounds us, the cool summer breeze mingling with the sultry air; all while his hands, his mouth, and his cock overwhelm me with pleasure.

Lowering his hand between our bodies, his fingers find my clit and he rubs slow circles over it. My pussy tightens and my head falls back as he drives me to the peak, his dark growl in my ear as his cock drives into me harder. "That's it, little witch, come for me. Come all over my cock."

Little witch?

The pressure at the base of my spine explodes as my body obeys him, and a tidal wave of pleasure pulsates through me, radiating out from the apex of my thighs. A breathy moan escapes my lips as the heat blooms deep and my pussy ripples around his hard length, his head dropping to my shoulder as he groans his release against the column of my throat.

I wrap my arms around him as he shudders his release, spilling his seed inside of me to coat the walls of my pussy. His moans are dark music to my ears, and I savor every sound from him as we both come down from our highs.

He leaves a trail of reverent kisses from my shoulder to my lips, before he pulls away and lifts a gently trembling hand to cup my cheek.

The shadows dance between us, shifting, and for a moment I catch a small glimpse of my shadowed lover. His eyes, two pitch black voids devoid of light, gaze down at me.

I lose myself in the endless black of his strange eyes, his deep and soothing voice echoing around me in the exotic space we've found ourselves adrift in. "I love you, Selene."

My stomach drops, and I suddenly feel like I am falling.

I gasp as I am pulled from the lucid dream, my upper body jolting upwards. I lean backwards, falling onto the palms of my hands as my arms stretch out to prop me up in my bed.

My tired eyes navigate my surroundings until I once again feel rooted in reality, safe in the familiar space of my room.

I hear only the sound of my heavy breathing, the atmosphere of my bedroom calm and quiet despite my upset. I feel no presence here.

Between my legs, my clit still throbs periodically and gently, from the orgasm I am sure I really had. I'm still wet and swollen, instantly feeling the absence of my dream lover. I lower my hand to touch myself, shocked by just how wet I am.

It is as though his release is coating the soft lips of my pussy, promising it was more than just a heated dream.

I lower myself back down to lay within the rumpled sheets of my bed, sighing deeply as I throw an arm over my eyes and think about the dream I just woke up from. Part of me questions whether or not I should be afraid, but the serenity I feel paired with the afterglow of the experience has me drifting back off to a dreamless sleep before I even know it.