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“I like this dream.” She moved in his arms, her lips still at his neck, moved and pressed into him until he was leaning against the headboard and she was straddling his thighs.
He was a strong man, he had always told himself. He did the things he had to do whether he liked doing them or not. He understood his responsibilities, and he fulfilled them to the best of his ability. And he knew, he knew Dawn couldn’t handle the sexuality that fucking heat bred inside him.
But was he moving away from her? Or was he touching her, helping her to slide down until the blazing heat of her pussy was riding the hard ridge of his cock with nothing but her panties and his slacks to separate them.
And he was dying from the pleasure of it. The feel of her lips against his neck, the feel of his hands on her bare flesh. And he had to have more. If he didn’t have more, he was going to die.
If it was another dream, then she didn’t want to know. Dawn knew she couldn’t be dreaming; she knew she was awake, knew Seth was holding her, knew that she was grinding herself against the thick length of his erection, and she couldn’t stop. Even though she knew he didn’t want this. He had come to her though. She had awoken and he was there. She had come out of a pain-filled darkness and he had been waiting on her, holding her, his arms wrapping around her and chasing the horror away.
“I like this dream,” she whispered.
“This dream is going to kill both of us.” His voice was strained, and she almost smiled, but her tongue was thick in her mouth, the hormone filling it spilling from the small glands. And she needed to share.
She lifted her head from his neck, from the bite she had given him, and pulled his head down to her. He was so big, so hard and broad. In his arms she felt cocooned, protected against the darkness.
“Kiss me, Seth.” She stared up at him, drugged, drowsy with the need. “Burn with me. Don’t make me burn alone this time. Don’t leave me again.”
And she burned worse. He could see it in her, feel it in her.
“Sweet heaven, you’ll destroy us both.”
A man could only be so strong. He couldn’t deny the sweet taste of her, and he couldn’t deny her need. He could have denied his own. He could have fought it, he could have pushed himself from her, but he couldn’t deny her hunger.
His lips covered hers, his tongue parting them, and he sank into bliss.
The hormone was like a narcotic, but her lips, her lips were silk and satin, and the stroke of her tongue against his was ecstasy itself.
He couldn’t help but lift against her, to grip her hips and press her into the desperately hard length of his cock. He wanted inside her. He wanted to peel the clothes from both of them and let her take him just like this. Pull her down and impale her on the impossibly hard flesh as he took her with a kiss just like this. Hungry and searching, a melding of lips and tongues and a single breath that they fed to each other.
He felt his shirt slide off his shoulders to catch at his elbows, because he wasn’t letting go of her ass. Hell. Fuck. His hands were clenched around the cheeks of her ass, teaching her how to move against him, how to make him insane with lust.
He was teaching her how to destroy him.
“I want you naked, Seth. Just like my dreams. Naked against me.”
No. No. Hell no. He was not getting naked with her. He wasn’t going to let this happen.
Her hands, silken, heated, pulled his belt free as he bucked against her. The snap loosened and she was easing back, wiggling against the grip his hands had on her, pressing into it as he felt his zipper slide free.
And was he doing a damned thing to save himself? He was a fool. Mindless. A mindless fool, and he deserved anything that slapped into him at this point.
“Can I touch you, Seth?” Her breath whispered over his lips and fed his lusts.
“Dawn, bad
idea.” He was fighting to breathe, drawing in her breath and dying in pleasure.
“I dream of touching you, Seth.” Her voice was the sexiest sound to ever brush across his senses.
“I’m not letting go.” His fingers flexed against the curves he held captive.
“Do you like my ass, Seth?” the temptress whispered as he nipped at her lips before she leaned away from him.
He opened his eyes and knew he should have left them closed. There she was, her hair mussed and wild around her sensual features. And her hands were moving, gripping the hem of her T-shirt and pulling it up. Up.
“Ah hell, Dawn.” He was staring at her breasts, her nipples stiff and reaching out to him.
His hands clenched on her ass again and he bared his teeth in torment as she lowered her hands and released his poker-hot, iron-hard dick from its confinement.
