I miss him the most when I'm in bed alone, but I always know he will join me in my dreams the second I’m asleep. Tonight, as we say goodnight, his kiss lingers a little longer than usual.
Pulling me in for a hug after, he whispers in my ear. “Sleep in something easy to remove, Princess.”
“Deal.”
EPILOGUE
It’s almost midnight by the time the house has gone silent. Ada’s mom keeps staying up late to prep for the next day’s festivities, her intense devotion to making everything about the holiday picture-perfect bordering on obsessive. The woman barely sleeps from what I can tell, and when she does, it’s not a deep sleep. She woke up and asked if there was anything she could get me when I went down to the kitchen for a glass of water last night, and I’m pretty good at being quiet when I move around.
In order to ensure tonight’s plan works, I called in a favor with Rhys to keep her… occupied in her dreams. I didn’t ask questions about how, and I don’t need to know, but honestly I think she could use the rest.
My sweet, wonderful, brave Ada deserves a reward for facing her fears, and tonight I’m going to give it to her. Separate bedrooms and house rules be damned.
I take another few minutes to check in on Ada’s dream, closing my eyes and willing myself to fall into the trancelike state of slumber. As I’ve spent time dreaming, it’s allowed me to reconnect with some of my previous powers. While I still can’t go back to the dream realm, I’m able to travel from my dreams to visit Ada in hers. And unlike the past, she doesn’tcontrol my actions. Though when the mood strikes, I can still pretend to be her nightmare.
Tonight’s dream has her back in a version of our bed at home, her abundant, mouthwatering form barely covered by black satin sheets. She blinks up at me sleepily, a smile curving her lips as I approach the bed.
“You’re here.” She sits up, and the sheet pools at her waist, revealing her perfect teardrop breasts, but she doesn’t move to conceal herself. No, my princess is ready and willing for me tonight, tempting me to forgo my plans and stay here with her in the dream.
“Only for a moment,” I say, resisting the urge to go to her.
Ada frowns. “What? Why? I need you.” She tugs the sheet all the way off, spreading her thighs for me so I can see how she glistens already with her arousal.
“And I’ll give it to you, Princess,” I rasp. “But not here. I can’t stay away any longer. Every time you look at me, I want to haul you against me and fuck you.”
Her breath hitches. “Seth, we can’t.” Her protest is weak, and we both know it. She wants this as much as I do. Maybe even more. She’s told me about her fantasy of her being asleep while I’m inside her in reality, and I can’t think of a better time to give that to her.
“We can. I know you can’t help moaning for me like the dirty slut you are for me when you’re awake, but if you’re asleep, you’ll be quiet. Don’t you want to wake up dripping with me rather than just dreaming about me filling you up?”
“Oh god.” Her face flushes at my crude words, but a moment later she nods. “Yes. Please. Just don’t let anyone catch you.”
“I won’t. I promise.” I bend down and give her a quick kiss, pulling back before I allow myself to sink into her spell.
“Sweet dreams, Princess,” I murmur before the dream fades and I’m back in the guest bedroom, hard as a rock and eager to get to her for real.
Even knowing that the person most likely to wake up and catch us is otherwise occupied in slumber, my heart races as I crack open the door and peek down the hallway. With many nights of practice to hone my skills of creeping around in the dark, I tiptoe down to the other end of the hall, stepping over the spot near the top of the stairs that creaks, and easing the handle of Ada’s door open, slowly pushing inside the bedroom.
Her sleeping form looks so peaceful and lovely, it’s almost a shame to disturb her. A better man might not. But that’s not who I am, and it certainly isn’t who she wants. My Princess wants her monster sneaking in to claim her, right under the watchful eye of her strict parents. She wants to be bad after a lifetime of playing by the rules, and I’m more than happy to be the corrupting influence.
Palming my cock through my sleep pants, I allow myself a moment to just watch her. It’s indulgent how I trace every inch of her form with my hungry eyes, but I don’t care. Even now, after a year together, I find something new to love every time I watch her. Some might say that I’m obsessed with Ada, and they’d be right, but I don’t have it in me to feel any shame about that. She’s perfect, and she’s decided she wants to be mine, so why shouldn’t I be obsessed?
When she lets out a breathy little sigh, I shuck my clothing and lower myself onto the bed beside her, waiting to see if the dip in the mattress will stir her from slumber. When all she does is smile in her sleep, I ease the covers down off of her to reveal her silky green pajama set with shorts that barely cover the rounded globes of her ass and a crop top that her tits are about to pop out of.
Naughty girl. She knew what I was planning, because this isn’t her normal sleeping attire. The legs of the shorts are loose enough that I can easily slip a hand up underneath them, and I release a soft groanwhen I find her soaked for me.
She whimpers and lets her thighs fall open wider, inviting me in her repose to touch her more. I oblige, tracing her clit with lazy circles that I know are enough to work her up but not get her off. Her breathing quickens, exhales coming out in short, frustrated puffs that make my cock throb. Teasing Ada is one of my favorite things, but it’s been too long since I’ve tasted her, and her little dreaming mewls of need are making it hard for me not to sink inside her right now.
I ease her shorts off and gently spread her thighs, bending down to let my breath fan across her wet, puffy pussy. A mumbled word that sounds a lot like my name falls from her lips, and I lift my head to look at her face, but she’s still fast asleep.
“Shhh, Princess. I’ll take care of you,” I murmur before dipping down and circling my tongue around her entrance in a slow drag, then letting it dip inside her. Her taste makes my blood sing, the primal tang better than any of the holiday treats we’ve indulged in.
It doesn’t take long before she’s tilting her hips up to meet my mouth, guiding me even in her sleep to where she wants me. When I work three fingers inside her and flick her clit in short, rapid strokes, she comes undone, soaking my face with her arousal. It’s so fucking good, and I know that we should stop there, but I’m so turned on that I can’t find the wherewithal to leave.
I coat my cock with her essence and have to fight against a ragged moan as I sink inside her silken, slick channel.
I press my lips to her throat, trying to muffle the words that start to spill out of me as I work my cock inside her with slow strokes. “Fuck, Princess, that’s it. Take me inside you. I know you can take it.”
Her pussy ripples around me, and I have to grit my teeth as she comes again, already primed with arousal and need from whatever she’s dreaming about. I palm her breast, pinching her nipple until she sucks in a sharp breath, and letmy fangs scrape against her shoulder. “Such a slut for your monster, letting me take you like this. Wanting me to fuck you when you have no control.”
