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I moved to roll over, but the strong hand gripped my hip tightly, keeping control and keeping me on my stomach. Did it tremble slightly?

The fingers splayed, gliding over the side of my rear and onto my thigh. Less controlled this time, they indented my flesh with an unchecked need that coursed through my own body.

His barely audible whisper rolled over my ear and neck. “I cannot watch you for another minute without touching you. Itwillkill me,” Mendax growled into my neck.

I arched, moving my back into his hard chest and exposing my neck for him. My butt followed, nestling into his crotch. Even in my dreamy state, the bare skin of my legs burned with excitement. His pants and body felt so hard and solid behind me. I lifted my ankle and rubbed it against his outer leg, wanting to feel the texture of his clothing and body.

He groaned softly into the back of my neck. The sound vibrated in my head and chest and ran all the way to the soles of my feet. My lower stomach hummed, his small noise making my thighs quiver.

I lifted my arm to wrap around his and head, needing desperately to pull him to my lips. I needed more than anything to feel that connection with him one last time, dream or not.

Normally my dreams were just of his mostly shaded silhouette watching me. Occasionally they’d be of him saying the most heinous, absurd things to me. He’d usually just be standing by my bed or in a doorway, watching me broodily. This was by far the most exciting.

“Are you ready to play, pet?” he whispered as he hovered his full lips just out of reach.

“Play what?” I drunkenly asked, continuing my attempt to crane my neck so I could push my lips into his. But all it did was push my body against the length of his arousal, stoking a frustrated fire between my legs.

“A game.” I could hear the cocky smile in his rumbly voice.

I pressed back harder, arching against his hardness and letting out a groan.

“You should really stop that, Calypso. I’ve had a lot of time on my hands to miss this body of yours,” he stated in something of a command and a whisper.

My whole body tensed—the sound of my real name flowing from his mouth did something to me. It sparked a sensual danger that both frightened and ignited me.

I wished I could have actually heard him say it like that…before he died.

“You don’t really want me to stop, do you?” I purred. “I can feel how hard you are, and you’ve barely even touched me,” I whispered triumphantly, grinding my ass into his hardness.

“Never in my immortal life have I ever wanted anything more than I want to feel you under me right now, pet, but I am not a gentle, benevolent man. I have hurt others I barely desired, killed others because of my lack of control; others, I haven’t wanted a modicum as much as I crave you,” his voice whispered across my neck. “I won’t allow myself inside of you in that way until I can control myself enough to know you will still remain with me forever. Unharmed.”

His hand trailed down my cheek and grazed across my breast before rubbing my nipple between two fingers for a moment and then pinching it roughly.

I inhaled a sharp breath.

It hurt, but only enough to cause a torrent of arousal to heat between my legs. I was sure there were oceans that weren’t as wet as I was.

Yes, I know, him saying he literally killed someone as they fucked shouldn’t turn me on, but something about how rough he was sent an absolute fire through me, like a challenge.

“You wouldn’t hurt me. I know it,” I practically moaned, slipping my palm between our bodies to feel his cock.

My hand found my reward immediately, and I salivated like a monster. He was as hard as a fucking brick.

“As frequently as I have been getting off to the mere thought of you, love, I would fuck you into the dirt under this castle,” he groaned into my neck before grabbing my wrist roughly and stopping my massaging hand. “And you’re very, very wrong. Idowant to hurt you. I plan on it. Why do you think I’m here?”

I recoiled slightly at his words and his harsh grip on my wrist. Even my dream senses heightened, readying me to fight or run.

Mendax was an unpredictable, menacing fae predator. Even in my dreams, he radiated danger and raw power.

The bed shifted, and cold air hit my back.

Immediately my happiness ebbed at the absence. Mendax left the mattress and stood at the foot of the bed. His large silhouette was outlined eerily with the deep red of the scarlet sun behind him.

I rolled on my back to protest, prepared to sell my soul to whatever fae devil existed for a few more moments of him in this dream. I wouldn’t even try to unpack how fucked up that was until morning…or maybe never.

“Please come back, Mendax,” I whined.

He took a step forward, leaning over and grabbing my knees, pushing them wide apart. The bed lowered when he kneeled in the space between my legs. My heart kicked into overdrive while my body thrummed with excitement.

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