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His heart was thrashing inside his chest, sending light vibrations up my arm. My own heart began to mimic the rhythm as sensations I’d only dreamed about exploded inside me. But Dream Vaughn never let me touch him, so this was new territory for me. He only ever lay in my bed with my back against this front. If I tried to touch him, he would trap my arms. Sometimes lifting them above our heads or pressing them to my stomach with one hand while he explored me with the other.
And only Dream Vaughn called me wildfire.
Tears burned my eyes as I looked into his. “Wh-what did you call me?”
“You heard me, zhizn moya,” he grated out, tugging me closer. His pupils were so dilated, the irises looked black. “My wildfire. Mine. Did you think you could come to me like this and I would be able to hold back?”
“Professor.” I couldn’t stop the needy little whine that left me. This was a dream. It had to be. I must have fallen asleep while studying. Oh God, was it a dream-dream or another sleep-drunk episode?
He cupped the side of my neck, his thumb digging into my throat. Scanning my face, he bit out another harsh curse. “You are awake, Abi.”
“Am I?” Isn’t that something my fucked-up mind would have the man I continued to conjure say to trick me? “I can never truly tell. Sometimes I wonder if I ever woke up and life is just one weird dream.”
“Then let me wake you.” Taking several steps back, he pulled me with him as we disappeared deeper into the stacks. As soon as the information desk and front door were out of sight, he whirled me around. His other hand cushioned the back of my head as he slammed me into the wall, his mouth crushing against mine.
Dream or not, I wasn’t going to waste this chance to taste more of him. I’d only gotten small kisses in my dreams. This was so much more intense.
Dropping my books to the floor, I grasped the back of his head, my mouth opening to give him full access. With a savage growl, he thrust his tongue deep, the tip battling my own as we both tried to taste more of each other.
He dropped his hands to my hips, lifting me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my core already grinding against him in search of relief for the throbbing in my clit.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” Releasing my mouth, he trailed kisses to my jaw then down my neck. Straight to the mark Dream Vaughn left behind. He licked over the bruise, and I trembled in pleasure. “No one saw your mark,” he grumbled. “Not one person saw and knew you were mine.”
“I saw it,” I panted. “I knew. And I got so wet for you every time.”
His nostrils flared, some of the black receding to give me a glimpse of those glowing brown orbs. “How often did you think of my mark, wildfire? How many times a day did you think of me? Miss me. Wish I were beside you—inside you.”
I combed my fingers through the short hair at the back of his head. “Only every other minute.”
“Only?” Something that looked like madness glittered in his eyes. Or was that obsession? My breath caught. I wanted him to be obsessed with me like I was with him. “Fucking only, wildfire? Who are you thinking of during those other minutes?”
“Yes, only,” I moaned, soaking up his attention. His affection. Even if it was only a dream, I’d take what I could get. “That’s all you get until you give me all of yourself.”
“Ah, zhizn moya,” he rumbled, his mouth lifting in a smile that was deliciously predatory. A tiny whimper left my throat, and I pressed my core more into the hardness that pinned me to the wall. “You want it all? Every dark part of me?”
“Yes,” I whispered, my chest heaving with hope and need.
Please, please let this be real.
“It wouldn’t have mattered if you said yes or no. You already have me, Abi.” His breath was hot against my neck as he grazed his teeth just below my ear. I shivered, my body writhing against his, so close to coming and ruining my yoga pants. “And I will never allow you to let go.”
He said it like a threat. A warning. All it did was make me wetter. He’d been living rent-free in my mind for months. If he knew how enamored I was, he’d think I was a lunatic. From the moment he’d first walked into my history class, I’d been drowning. Because of him—for him.
One of his hands circled my throat. My pulse rocketed up. He didn’t try to cut off my air supply. It felt like he was marking me, just like he did when he bit me, his thumb rubbing lovingly over the fading bruise.
Another crash and a loud curse from downstairs caused Vaughn to stiffen, his fingers tightening on instinct. I cried out, my sex clenching as a mini-orgasm exploded in my core.
Oh shit.
He flexed his fingers around my throat again, testing my response. Another pleased whine escaped me. Pain flickered in his eyes, and he released his hold on my neck like I’d burned him. “I would never harm you. You know that.” I didn’t think it was a question, so I stayed quiet. “Tell me you know that, Abi.”
“Of course I know,” I told him softly. I touched his face, stroking his stubble just as affectionately as he had rubbed the mark on my neck. Tracing the sharp angles of his cheek, I looked up at him through my lashes. “You didn’t hurt me. I liked your hand there.”
Surprise flashed across his face. “Why?”
“I don’t know.” I shrugged self-consciously. Even though Dream Abi could be a brave bitch, she still had doubts, damn it. “I guess I enjoy you marking me. Making me feel like I belong to you.”
“Fuck.” He pressed his forehead to mine, his eyes closing. I wasn’t sure if it was pain or pleasure that crossed his face as he inhaled, but I felt a shudder go through him. “Let’s get out of here.”
