He climbed on top of her and she caught glints of his blond hair in the semi-darkness. It was Hades, and all coherent thought disappeared as he kissed her, his big body covering her feverish one.
It was a long and erotic kiss, his tongue tangling with hers slowly, possessively, and she responded with mindless longing. His hands caressed everywhere, moving intimately over her body. The edginess inside her grew unbearable. She arched up against his heat.
“Like the other night,” she whispered. “Kiss me there, Hades.”
“Beg me,” he commanded, in that soft Southern drawl. “Beg me and I will.”
Her lips opened and the words came out of their own accord. “Please, Hades,” she heard herself saying, the tone of her voice shockingly beseeching.
Dream.
If she were dreaming, she would have Hades tied up, with her torturing him. This wasn’t a dream. This was VR...
“Lower,” she heard herself instructing. She struggled to stop herself but it was as if she were speaking someone else’s words. Her whole body throbbed with the need to have his mouth there. “Please. Lower. Yes.”
She cried out. It was exactly like their night together, with that incredible mouth teasing her as she lay there, not moving, letting him build her fire higher and higher. His hands gripped under her wide open thighs as his tongue wickedly tortured her clitoris rhythmically, over and over, until she thought she’d go crazy with need. She writhed against him desperately when she felt him withdrawing.
She didn’t even need any prompting. This time, on her own, she cried out, “Please, Hades, pleaassse, I want—”
A buzzing noise came through, forcing her reluctantly back to semi-consciousness. She was barely aware of her surroundings, her body silently screaming for release, her heart beating erratically. She was panting as her mind tried to will herself back to that pleasurable place.
“...want it,” she groaned out softly. She was so close, so close...
She heard the sound waves and remembered the first dream, the one with her underwater. She remembered she had set the BE machine for three cycles. The sound waves were so loud...call my name if you want me...her eyes closed obediently as she surrendered.
“Hades...” she whispered.
HE WAS A BASTARD FORsetting the buzzer off. He hadn’t wanted to. It took every bit of control in him to press the button. Fortunately, he hadn’t been fantasizing about fucking her. He didn’t think he would have been quite so willing to stop.
He was hot in his sensor suit, which was telling, as it was auto-temperature adjustable. He wanted out of it. He wanted a real live Elena in his arms, instead of a fantasy.
But he wasn’t in this business to be a nice guy. Even to himself.
Elena was moving restlessly, definitely reacting to his fantasy. He wished he could see what was going on inhermind. The BE machine showed her to be between REM and theta and he kept it at that level as he became more engrossed in his make-believe Elena, imagining her supine and willing, saying things he knew she wouldn’t have in real life.
When he’d imagined her asking him to tie her up, stretching her arms over her head and opening her legs, he’d gone rock hard. His sensor suit with the “enhanced” feature tested every ounce of willpower he had not to go ahead and satisfy his desires.
He ruthlessly crushed his own male needs—very urgent male needs—and concentrated on the sound waves. A drop of sweat trickled down the bridge of his nose as he forced himself to relax.
“Hades...”
Her voice, a soft throaty sound laced with sexy longing coming over the intercom, tormented him to continue on, to finish this particularly erotic story in his head. He swallowed. No. Not yet.
When this was done and she’d accepted the trigger, he would act on all his fantasies. In real life, with no barriers or thought of missions and responsibility. He’d enjoy her like a man would enjoy a beautiful, sensual woman—slowly and joyfully. That was, if she didn’t kill him for what he’d done.
His lips quirked into a rueful smile. He understood perfectly well that the real Elena wouldn’t be as compliant and eager as his fantasyElena, the one with whom he was having so much fun with in his mind. No, she would be an angry avenging wildcat after his blood. He settled back, still smiling. He wouldn’t have it any other way.
He wondered whether he could make her jealous. Jealousy was the ultimate blinding emotion. She’d now been able to react in an intimate way to his dreams and fantasies. He’d test that bond and see how her “connected” brainwaves would react to his projecting someone else into “their” fantasy. That could be the final straw to get her to take the trigger.
“Round three, Elena,” he murmured. “What sexual deviant thing can I come up with that would distract you?”
HIS LIPS LEFT A TRAILof fire down the side of her neck. She leaned back, silently giving him more access. His hands circled her waist firmly as he pushed her against a cool surface. He was all male heat on her; the cool against her flesh made her shiver with need for him.
Not a dream.
The warning flashed like a blinking neon sign in her head.
She turned her head and saw herself in a mirror. She was wearing a black lacy bustier with a plunging neck line. Red bowties seemed to be the only things holding the front together. That, with the extremely low neckline, pushed her cleavage together until it was almost spilling out of the top of the see-through bustier.
