In Her Dreams by Bolryder, Terry (short novels in english TXT) 📗

I get to live every fantasy from my romance novels, I truly have no worries or cares.

Beyond wondering how my prince is going to save me again.

I know it’s silly and immature, but in my real life, I have so many responsibilities, so much to do, so much pain that it’s nice to have an escape sometimes.

Reve sweeps me up into his arms and carries me like I’m nothing despite me being a fairly chubby girl. He looks down at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen even though I’m just a single mom who can’t afford highlights.

I could truly fall for this man if I let myself.

But I can’t.

“Come on. Let’s ride back to our castle,” he says. “My horse is waiting.”

He jumps off the wall with me in his arms and lands light as air on the ground. Then he walks to his horse, puts me up on it, and swings up behind me.

I can feel his warm chest against my back, his firm, hard thighs against mine, and as he urges the horse forward into a gallop, every movement brings my body into delicious contact with his.

I lean back against him and just enjoy feeling safe as the sun sets in the distance, a gorgeous… purple?

“Reve, the sun is yellow,” I call back to him.

“Right,” he says, and the sun changes color, making all the clouds take on different shades of pink, orange, and red. Mountains in the distance, topped with snow, complete the picture.

We ride over the grass until we come to a bridge, which we gallop over to another grassy knoll, beyond which lies our castle.

When we reach it, Reve dismounts and puts his arms up for me to fall into them.

He leaves the horse behind us (it isn’t a real horse after all) and carries me toward the castle doors, which magically open to let us in.

He turns to the right, walks down a long corridor, and then opens a door to a large, opulent bedroom.

The floors and walls are made of stone, medieval-looking, and the sumptuous canopy bed has large red velvet curtains and gorgeous gold and red upholstery on the bed itself.

Reve carries me over to it and tosses me onto it, snapping his fingers to remove his armor, leaving him only in a simple mint-green robe that shows off his powerful shoulders and arms.

I back up, propping myself up on my elbows, and Reve crawls onto the bed with me, bracing himself over me.

His teal eyes glow as he looks down, then slowly puts a hand on either side of my knees and pushes them apart despite my dress, a wicked glint in his eyes. “I’m assuming the usual?”

I blink, already wet with anticipation. “Yes.”

His hand runs up my thigh, pushing my dress up with it, and he presses a light kiss to the sensitive inside of my thigh, looking up from beneath his teal hair with a smirk. “How was the fantasy tonight, dream mate?”

I gasp as he moves up a little higher with his kisses. “Good. But call me Jen, remember?”

“Jen,” he says, and the word sounds erotic as he mutters it against my thigh. “So beautiful, Jen. I’d rescue you any day.”

I blink. In real life, I’d never let him. But here—

“You showed up just in time.”

“I would hope so,” he says, glancing up at me as he places yet another stimulating kiss so close to my center now that I’m trembling. “I did create the entire simulation.”

“Next time, don’t jump up the wall. Normal men can’t fly twenty feet in one step,” I say, almost gasping.

“Noted,” he says, moving to my other thigh and starting the agonizing prospect of moving up it. “Anything else?”

“Your hair…” I put up a hand to twirl a lock of it around my finger. “It’s not realistic, but let’s keep it.”

“All right.” Another kiss higher up. I’m squirming now, but his strong, big hand holds down my trembling, soft thigh. “Anything else?”

I moan, arching back as I release his gorgeous hair. “I don’t… I don’t care right now.”

His mouth moves up until it’s nearly over me, and he breathes out warm air over my tortured sex, making me writhe in anticipation. “Then I’ll simply focus on this moment, dream mate. Jen.”

His lips touch down over the silky undergarments covering me, and there’s something so decadently erotic about the way my huge silk gown is pushed up all around me.

He pulls down the silky underwear, keeping his eyes on me, and I nod eagerly.

“Please,” I moan. “I can’t wait anymore.”

This is why I can’t wait to fall asleep lately.

Reve is a fae warrior from the dream realm, and he can control my dreams and create all kinds of fantasies.

For now, fantasy is all we have.

But when his tongue touches down on my wet flesh, stroking up suddenly, everything is totally real.

The scent of sex and sugar cookies, his hair falling rakishly over one side of his face, and his hungry tongue swiping over me again. Over each side, then the center as I arch and squirm, sensation building.

“Please, hurry—”

“No, no, princess,” he says, pulling back slightly to look up at me from between my legs. “In here, you wanted me to be in charge, remember?”

I nod eagerly, and he moves his head back down, satisfied.

His lips kiss down over me, then part and suck me, swiping his tongue out to French kiss me as if he were on my mouth.

I moan, and he only gives me a fierce look and then moves faster, swiping and sucking, his hands firm on my thighs only heightening the sensation.

“I want you. I need you,” he murmurs against my sex. “Jen, you’re everything. Please be mine.”

I shove my hands in his hair and arch as his tongue presses on my clit, sending me over the edge into blissful, heedless pleasure. The world spins, and all I can do is close my eyes as amazing feelings rush through me, taking away the stress of the