The moment she did, it all crashed into her like lightning through her bloodstream.
His phantom mouth sealed over her clit and sucked, slow and deep, flicking it with infuriating precision while his hands filled with her breasts and his mouth kissed her. The sensation built and built, but he didn’t let her go.
In one smooth, solid thrust, he entered her.
He was around her, on her, inside her, thick and hot and so goddamn real everywhere that she screamed. Her back arched, her thighs trembled, and every part of her went taut as she shattered apart in his hold.
The bond flared wide open, a full, blazing flood, and she felt him, his pleasure, his need, his shameless, soul-deep filth–not just lust, but the raw craving to consume her in all the ways that meant love to him. It all echoed inside her as if it were her own. The low, guttural groan that tore from his chest vibrated through her ribs. Every stroke of his cock sent aftershocks into both their bodies, linked now, fused at some unseen level.
She came again, brutally, her orgasm punching through her like an earthquake, and she felt him come with her.
It was too much.
It wasperfect.
His power held her still while he thrust through it, riding them both to the edge and over again and again, until she was spent and undone and powerless. Every pulse of her pussy was met with his groan, every clench matched with another flood ofhunger from the bond, the heat of his pleasure blooming inside her like it belonged there.
There was no boundary between her body and his. Between her mind and his.
Between anything at all.
Chapter 10
Hunter woke slowly, Daphne’s body pressed against his chest in a way that made him want to never move again. She stirred beside him, sighed in pleasure as she slowly woke up, but instead of pulling away, she snuggled closer. “Hunter?”
“Right here, sweetheart.”
He felt her hesitation through the bond, he’d push it far enough to call it embarrassment, but he didn’t press. It made sense. Hell, no matter how soul-shatteringly good it had been, evenhewas a little weirded out by what had happened. So he waited, letting her share at her pace.
“We, um, napped,” she said.
“We did. A great one, I might add.”
The chuckle was pure naughtiness. “What time is it?”
He peeked at the clock blinking from the console across the room. “Little after six.”
“Okay.” She paused, probably doing some internal time-math. “What we did... wherever we were... that wouldn’t take less than an hour.”
“Definitely not.” And just thinking about it made him hard again, but never mind that right now. “Dream timing is like dream logic.”
“Makes no sense?”
“It does. It just works whichever way the dreamer needs. Sometimes a few minutes are packed. Sometimes it’s sluggish and slow.”
She didn’t answer, kept her face tucked against him. “Where were we, Hunter? Why were you there?”
“Full of questions, are you? That was you, being a very peculiar lucid dreamer, and me, being a Dream Devil. I was there because you wanted me with you, and you called me in. And me being me, I could get in fully.” He kissed her hair, thinking of all the other times she had called him into her dreams, not in his Dream Devil capacity. “It wasn’t the first time you’ve dragged me into your lucid dreams. I think the bond makes it so, since we’re basically two halves of the same whole.”
“Were you guiding it?”
“Nope,” he said, popping the word. “I was but a guest. It all came from you, from what you needed most.”
“You.”
The way she said it, like it was obvious, tightened something in his chest. The admission that she needed him came easily now. “Me,” he said, “but also facing your past.”
“I’d already done that,” she grumbled. “Zero stars, not recommended.”
