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“Ah fuck…yes!”
“You feel so damn good.”
We both speak at the same time as his hard dick thrusts into my pussy, no lube needed because I’m wet enough to fill a small lake. I bounce up and down, using his shoulders for leverage, but realistically, he’s controlling every move. The fullness is addictive, the way the ridges of his cock slide in and out is like a drug. All thoughts other than Hack and my impending orgasm go flying out the proverbial window.
A soft tingle begins to spread through my body, starting from my clit. The intensity grows with every movement, every kiss, every thrust, every pull of my hair. Our bodies are one, the vines squeezing against my pressure points and invading my senses in the most perfect way.
It’s quick, it’s rushed, but I’ll take what I can get with him. Our time is always cut so short, and now we have a real chance at a life together.
The orgasm is so close I can almost taste it, our bodies working together like a well-oiled machine. A whimper escapes my throat and my breaths are ragged just as…
“Quick, wake up, someone new is here!”
Chapter Five
Hack
My eyes pop open from the most vivid dream I’ve ever had just as my body falls off the bed and onto the floor.
It’s been a week since Sage’s dreamwalking visit, and just like the first time, I’ve had to shake the fog from my head and adjust to being back in the real world on her second visit.
With my hands over my head and my elbows on my bent knees, I take in deep breaths, as I sit on the carpeted floor of my guest bedroom. I still can’t sleep in ours, not without Sage snuggled against my chest.
Soon, though. I fucking promise. It’s not like I’ve been sitting on my hands since last I saw her, but the information that she gave me hasn’t helped much and it’s fucking killing me. No matter how hard I try to find her, every lead is a dead end.
Not to mention that waking up from this shit fucks with my mind. It’s real but it’s not. It’s true but it’s ethereal. It’s in my head yet here I am, naked and hard, as if I could still feel her body pressed against mine.
It’s a mindfuck for sure but I’ll take whatever time with her I can get. Hell, if this is how we live out our eternity it’s better thannothing at all. Except, I don’t accept that. This is not how our story ends.
As the fog begins to clear, I stand, pull on my boxer briefs, then run my hands through my nearly shaved head.
That’s when the memories of our dream encounter begin seeping into my conscious mind.
Last week, it was all new and almost disturbing, but this time I’m ready. Walking to the desk across the room, I pick up the pen and continue jotting down the new information, adding it to last week's nuggets.
In a cave - mountains.
A dreamwalking faerie
A ward to hide the location.
Sister harpies.
Hekate is her mother, not BY.Holy shit to that.
My lucid brain is running faster than my hand can write with last night’s precious information.
Something about the djinn. Sidenote: any relation to the one eyed djinn from the pub?
Faerie princess / big family / been missing for years.
I don’t bother recounting the way her body felt against mine, the way her mouth tasted sweet and dangerous at the same time. How sliding inside her pussy was like coming home after a century of erring on Earth. Those details are only for me, for my memories late at night when I call to her, begging her to come back to me.
Reading over my notes, I rack my brain to make sure I’m not forgetting anything, then blow out a frustrated breath.
Why is it so fucking hard? We’re fated. That’s it. It should be easy, effortless even. Yet here I am, fighting for this love and doing so for the last two thousand years.
Few things are crueler than this emotional upheaval.
