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

down. I don’t know if my heart could handle it again.

It would be like being rescued a second from drowning and then dumped back in the sea.

My heart was underwater. Maybe it always has been since a girlish crush morphed into unbelievable pain, mentally and physically.

But with Reve, it’s like I wasn’t damaged. Like none of that matters, and I’m just allowed to choose a happy ending after all.

I push myself up to kiss him again, and he lowers himself, pushing me back down.

He’s lying on me now, his weight over my legs, pinning me with his huge body. His eyes hold a cocky gleam when he pulls back to study me. Then he takes both of my hands and guides them up over my head, keeping them in place.

I squirm slightly, testing him, but his hold is rock-solid.

“Is this okay, princess?” He smiles. “I’d like to try it. Make things stronger.”

“Stronger?” I squeak out as his head lowers to the curve of my neck and his hair tickles my ear. He bites lightly on the shell of my ear, and I jerk at the strength of the sensation, my hands moving fruitlessly against his hold.

Why is that hot?

“So you can feel everything I want to give you,” he says against my ear, licking along the shell of it while I helplessly squirm against his big body. “So you can’t jerk away. So I can do whatever I want.”

The last words are said in a dark, husky murmur, and a thrill goes through me as I arch back and let him do as he wants.

“If you want out, you’ll have to tell me,” he says. “Humans use a safe word.” He looks around. “We’ll use ocean.”

“Ocean,” I say, not even thinking.

He releases me immediately, and I shake my head.

“Oops, no,” I say. “I was just testing it out.”

He’s back against me in a second, his hand holding my hands helpless above my head again, his hard length pressed to my body as his eyes glimmer, telling me exactly what he wants.

God, it’s so hot that he wants me.

So hot, so thick.

His free hand moves to my side, shoving into my shirt to reach up to my breast. Meanwhile, he bites and sucks my neck, and I have to fight not to cry out at the different sensations.

It all feels so good. I don’t know what to think about, so I just lie back and let him do as he pleases.

“I’m covering you,” he says. “Don’t worry.”

“It’s so hard to be quiet,” I moan.

“Then don’t,” he says. “I’ve already put up sensory barriers around us.” He grins. “No one but me will see or hear anything.”

I sigh in relief and push my hips up against his hard member. I want it inside me already. Just having him lie on me is enough to get me wet and ready when it comes to Reve.

I was never this sexual before. I didn’t know this part of me still existed.

I usually skip the sex scenes in romance novels. It is hard to read things that were so opposite to my existence. Sure, I was okay with knights and unicorns, but a man who can make a woman come that hard? A man who wants to?

Seems like a myth.

But it’s not, because Reve is here with me, sucking and nipping at my neck, holding my hands down so everything feels stronger, listening to every movement of my body, his other hand hungrily holding my breast, teasing my nipple.

His hard length stroking up against me.

I look around me, still trapped by his hands, his body, and see the beach is thankfully completely empty. Not that I don’t believe Reve can make it so that no one sees us, but just because it feels so strange, so forbidden to be outdoors like this, making love out under a graying sky.

I want him all to myself.

His hard length presses up my center, and I drive my hips forward into the delicious tension that’s building in my core with each passing moment.

Sex has only gotten better with him over time. More pleasurable, more intense, closer. And as his thumb presses over one of my nipples, a shock of electric pleasure goes up my spine that makes a moan escape from my lips.

“That’s right. Feel everything, Jen. Feel me.” His body is so long, so everywhere, surrounding me and making me feel safe and wanted.

Reve pulls my shirt higher with his free hand, and his mouth closes over the material of my bra. But that isn’t enough for him, and he utters a hungry growl as he pulls the bra aside with his teeth, giving him direct access.

His hot tongue slides expertly across my chest, making me squirm even more against his hand, which remains completely immoveable.

It reminds me that he really is more than just a man. A fairy with so much power I can’t even comprehend.

And yet when he’s both gentle and dominant like this, it almost makes me wonder how I was even making it through life without this connection.

Not that Joey isn’t my whole world. But it’s strange to feel like a woman again, desired and equal with this beautiful, wonderful man.

“Your skin is cold. Let me warm you,” Reve mutters, breathing over my wet skin with hot air that tingles and arouses me, making goose bumps rise wherever the cool sea air can touch me.

I want to tell him there’s more than enough heat to go around whenever he’s with me, but the thought is interrupted as he drives his hips in between mine, stroking his hard length right over my aching sex.

“So sensitive… when I can’t move… like this.” I squirm beneath Reve, trying to roll my lower half upward to meet him, but I’m helpless to do anything but surrender to his pleasure.

His grip remains steady on my hands above me, and his teal gaze seems to light up as he devours the sight of me from top to bottom.

“I’ve only shown you