Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Oh, no.
I had the strangest dream I think I’d ever dreamed.
As soon as my eyes closed and I started to drift away, it was like I drifted to some little motel room across town, like I was a ghost moving through the wall and into the main space.
Where I found Bael on the all-white bed, his long legs stretched out as he sat against the headboard, a book open in his lap, and his head nearly hitting his chest as he looked down to read it.
There I floated, content, it seemed, to just watch him as he thumbed through the pages, admiring the stern lines of his handsome face, the breadth of his chest, the way those big hands of his made the book in his hands look like a children’s story instead of an adult novel.
Then, as I watched, as his breathing got a little ragged and a growling sound escaped him, his hand started to undo his pants.
“Fuck,” he growled before his hand slipped inside and fisted his cock, pulling it out in all of its thick, long glory.
The impact of desire made me wish I could rush forward, could take over for him, then take him inside of me when it was time.
But all dream-me could do was watch as he stroked his cock, as his body got tight, as his breathing got hitched and erratic.
Something happened then, something that I couldn’t quite wrap my head around.
It was like he sensed dream-me there, his eyes shooting open, his whole body tensing.
And as his gaze met mine, I jolted awake at the desk with a slight gasp.
All the sensations came to me at once.
The cool of the room, the heat of my skin, the flush on my face, the way my sex was positively throbbing with need.
“Whoa,” I hissed, pressing my cool hands to my overheated cheeks.
That was not like any other dream I’d ever had.
I mean, sure, I’d had some really vivid dreams. I’d even woken up in a cold sweat and a panic before.
But it all faded quickly.
It felt like the longer I sat there, though, the stronger the sensations seemed to get.
I pressed my thighs together, trying to ease the urgent need between as I glanced around the library, finding it even more empty than usual. I didn’t even see the janitor or the librarian around.
Feeling frazzled and uncomfortable, I carefully got to my feet.
Carefully.
And yet I somehow still managed to knock a stack of my books to the ground.
There it was again.
That strange, tinkling little laugh.
I really needed to get to a doctor about that. Get a scan done. See what the hell was going on with me.
That was what my mind was on as I bent forward to retrieve the books.
I didn’t hear anyone.
Nor see anyone.
But the next thing I knew, a hand was fisting into the hair at the nape of my neck, grabbing, and yanking me up.
A gasp caught in my throat as I was pulled to my feet and turned by the unyielding grip on my hair.
The scream that I’d been dragging a breath in for froze in my throat, though, as I saw not a creepy stranger there, slamming me back against a bookcase.
Oh, no.
It was Bael.
His eyes full of a molten sort of heat that only intensified the need coursing through my body.
Before I could think or notice anything else, though, his lips were slamming down on mine. Crushing. Bruising. There was nothing soft about the way this man kissed.
I didn’t think I would be into that sort of ferocity, but I melted into him as his teeth nipped my lower lip until they parted wider on a gasp.
Taking the opportunity, his tongue slipped inside to claim mine as his hand loosened on my hair, moving to grab hold of the back of my neck instead.
A low little whimper escaped me, making a growling noise move through Bael’s chest in response.
His lips were crushing mine again as his hips crushed mine against the unyielding bookcase behind me, making me intimately aware of his straining cock as it pressed against me.
This couldn’t be happening, right?
Surely no one woke up from such a vivid sex dream about a virtual stranger only to have them come rushing in, grabbing you, and kissing you until you were damn near seeing stars.
But it sure felt real when his free hand moved down, grabbing me at the back of my knee, and yanking my leg up to hook around his hip, so he could press forward and grind his cock against my cleft.
His lips muffled the startled moan that escaped me at the contact.
It only took seconds, though, before my own hips were wiggling against him, trying to get more of that friction, some relief from the clawing desire coursing through my body.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt quite so inside my own body before, so in tune with it, so acutely aware of each sensation happening all at once.