“Fill me, please. I want you so bad.”
Her mahr met her pleading gaze and gave her a primal grin, the carnal look in his eyes belying how badly he wanted to do exactly that. Still, he returned to his excruciating work, entering her inch by inch, her body deemed useless against his powerful hold. Her inner walls slowly accustomed to his width, her body yielding to him with every shallow thrust.
When he was finally sheathed inside her, the pressure of his thick cock sent waves of pleasure through her core. Her body pulsed to the rhythm of his throbbing muscle where it reached all the way to her guts and slowly massaged the inside of her walls with his slow pace. It felt so good, she was sure she would have passed out if not already in a dream.
His magic never released its grip on her limbs, his face a rictus of pleasure and control. She longed to rip that control from him, to render him as reckless and carefree as she felt in this moment, but it was clear that something beyond her knowledge forced him to refrain.
As he pumped inside of her, his bondage loosened enough for her to raise her hands and pet his shoulders, mewling and crying out in ecstasy. Through the blinding waves of pleasure, she remembered his weakness and traced the ridges of his horns, which made him rut into her sopping wet cunt harder.
Yes, yes, lose control for me.She lifted both hands to his horns, stroking and tracing them and eventually grabbing them to keep her wits as his strokes became more wild and carnal, his release climbing to the same tempo as the quivering of her cunt.
His head reared back and his jaw opened in a silent roar she felt reverberate through their connected bodies. He stilled, and she grinded her hips against him, using her inner walls to wring every last wave of pressure from him until her own orgasm forced her body still and she twitched with the torrent of pleasure wracking through her every muscle.
Distantly, she felt the pressure on her sleeping body increase. For a moment, she felt she couldn’t breathe inside their dreamlike cocoon, like the air was being blocked from her lungs. But the pressure eased as her mahr’s expression grew more lucid and he leaned onto his elbows above her, his expression both worried and deeply affectionate. He dusted a hair from her forehead and nuzzled her neck, inhaling deeply.
The impassioned session exhausted her even in this unconscious landscape. It seemed to exhaust him too, because he rolled them to the side and pulled her head against his chest. He took her hand and pressed her knuckles to his lips, playfully biting her thumb with a fanged tooth, then peppering the top of her head with more sweet kisses.
They lay that way for what felt like ages, snuggled inside of a dream.
Chapter 16
Addison
Addison woke to find the mahr perched cross-legged on her chest, one hand propping up his head, the other stroking her cheek gingerly. When her eyes opened, he floated to the side and gave her a warm smile that only held an ounce of its usual predacious swagger.
“Good morning.” His voice was deliciously deep. The heat in his black eyes sent fireworks through her belly.
“It’s good to hear your voice.”
Here he was immaterial, though at least he wore his familiar form and not the butterfly. Her gaze drifted to the flickering tips of his horns, memories of their shared dream filling her with warmth. She extended her hand but caught herself, knowing it would not be the same as merely moments ago, but he didn’t miss her impulse to reach for him.
“Your dream sap will wear off and then I’ll have only shadow.”
“Sap?” She giggled at his word choice. “How long do you have?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never…I’ve never been so well-nourished before.” He smirked at some inside joke she didn’t fully understand, though she knew it had something to do with the sex. The answer to her earlier question made something inside her tummy flip in validation at knowing what they shared was special compared to how he felt about all of his victims.
“I’ve never been so full before, either,” she enunciated with a wiggle of her brows.
“Is that a challenge, dreamer?” he asked darkly. “Because I happen to know you can be filled much more.”
His suggestive tone sent heat trickling to her cunt even as she pondered what he meant. She smiled as she tried to work out his meaning, and he watched with a mischievous grin.
Then a tendril of shadow rose from his body to tickle the side of her mouth, another reaching to press against her still-slick folds, and yet another pressed against her ass.
“Oh!” Her eyes widened with realization. “Oh, god, yes!”
His hearty laughter at her eagerness made her feel a little silly but no less starved for the sensation. She playfully swatted his chest, but he brushed his cold lips against her forehead.
Her phone blared the alarm and buzzed violently against the nightstand. Addison groaned.
“Ugh, I have to work today.”
The thought of the loud, stinky fish market made all the heat dissipate from her post-sex euphoria. A streak of inspiration had blossomed from the incredible night of unperturbed sleep and the best sex of her life—despite it being in a dream—that she just wanted to stay home and mess around with all the unfinished projects she’d collected since college.
Maybe Leah would cover me.Her shift wasn’t for another few hours, and it couldn’t hurt to ask.
“Would you hang out with me today?” she asked her demon.
