He snarled, then spat out, “I’m not angry. My balls are going to fucking explode.”
I could help it. I glanced back and immediately regretted the peek. I bent forward to place my hands on my knees, breathing hard. What I wouldn’t give to have that hard length inside me. I wanted to come again and again and a hundred times more. A shame his cock was attached to him.
His words finally penetrated my lust-hazed mind. Whywerewe both here at this exact moment?
My brow cleared.Oh. Ohhh.“Did you dream about me?” I blurted.
He tore his gaze away from me to rest his fists on the back of the couch. I was left with a glistening profile of his powerful body that was almost as bad as the full frontal.
He spoke low, “I get the same dream over and over.”
Kind of like mine.“What are we doing in the dream?” I had a terrible feeling about this.
Syera, just get to training. You don’t need to know this.
But I did. I really did. I needed to know how much to hate myself.
His breath was ragged. Carmine shot me a look, then surprised me by answering, “I awaken, and you’re facing away from me. I’m curled around you. I roll over and run my hand up your thigh. It goes from there.”
Like mine.But that didn’t mean we weresharinga dream. “When does it end?”
“Does it matter?”
I lifted a shoulder. “I guess not.”
Carmine shook his head. “The dream ends at different times. Sometimes immediately. Sometimes after the kiss. SometimesI’m able to sink inside you. Sometimes I’m able to fuck you into the mattress for hours, though I’m never satisfied after.”
I laced my hands through my black hair. We were sharing a sex dream.
Which meant for three years Carmine had fucked me in my sleep, and I’d done it right back when I couldn’t hold myself together.
Dread swept through me in a wave as my mouth dried. How was this possible?Because what he’d described made it seem like we weredefinitelyhaving the same dream that ended when I scraped my self-respect together.
Blood poured into my cheeks. “Right. Okay.”
He regarded me. “You’re embarrassed.”
Just what every embarrassed person wanted—to have their embarrassment announced. “I need to train. You standing there naked isn’t helping matters.”
Carmine straightened off the couch and walked closer, his cock bouncing with each step. “You could let me fuck you for hours and hours, sweet Syera. When you fall asleep, I could drag you back with my tongue. You used to come before you’d even registered I was there.”
I hissed at the painful ache between my legs and across my breasts—hell,everywhere. My back arched of its own accord, and my tongue darted out to moisten my lips.
I squeezed my eyes shut and curled my hands into fists. “Stop.”
“Why deny yourself when you’re in so much pain?” he snarled.
And part of him truly didn’t like that I was in pain, whereas he would give no real thought to his own pain. Mating rituals sure were a bitch.
“Because I know the difference between loving you and beingtoldto love you.” I breathed thinly, walking back a few steps.
Carmine didn’t draw any nearer. I wondered if he was unable to trust himself too.Mother be,I hadn’t expected his proximity would affect me so much. The sight of him. The smell of him. His expressions. Every piece of me wanted to take Carmine up on his offer.Hoursof sex. Days of it. Satisfaction after three long, aching years.
Carmine had been incredible in bed.Otherworldly.At least, I’d thought so at eighteen with no experience to compare him to.
Carmine tilted his head, and his nostrils flared. “Do you dream of me, enamai?”
“Yes.”
