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But I felt enough to want more.

“For you?” I said. “Yes.”

“There she is,” he breathed, his voice low, gravelly, a sound that was basically begging ‌me to free his cock and slide down the length of it. I needed that. Hel, I didn’t know if I could survive without it. “My needy wife, greedy for me to fill her. That’s who you are, isn’t it, Lux? A slut for me.”

I groaned. “Ugh, yes.” He was the only one who ever spoke to me this way and survived. I let him take total control of me and degrade me because I knew he’d lift me back up to a pedestal. He’d carry me to the throne and place me on it, bowing before me if he could.

I knew what was coming next.

His breath brushed over my ear, sending shivers through my entire body with the slightest sensation. “You like it when I grab you and choke you. When I pin you down and demand that you think of me and only me.”

“Yes,” I said, my voice revealing the hunger I had for exactly that, because when Drak treated me like his personal source of desire, to use and then worship, I only wanted more.

Even just the pressure of his cock against my clit left me panting and wanting to grind harder. Clothes be damned, between the friction of my desire and desperation, I was going to find pleasure.

“Hel, Lux, just looking at you so hungry for me is enough.” He groaned, releasing a few curse words. “I wish I could come with you.”

I stopped. “This is a dream; we can do anything we want.”

He smirked for a second before frustration quickly wiped it clean off his face. “This is really me. But I have no body with which to give you pleasure, and I fucking hate that. I would do anything to make you come.”

“Then just talk me through it.”

The smirk ghosted across his mouth again before his eyes darkened. “Then listen to every word I say. You are my queen, who needs to sit on her throne, but for right now, you’re nothing more than my toy. Do you understand?”

I nodded, letting my eyes slide shut. The dream became a swimming, rocking, blurred feeling again, but Drak’s voice was as clear as his crystal soul.

“First, say you’re mine,” he demanded. I quickly obeyed my king. “Now, tell me you’ll do anything I want. In this dream, you’ll let me use you in any way I please. Isn’t that right?” Nodding, I offered myself to him in a slur of words I could hardly control. “Good girl. Reach beneath the fabric of your tunic and pinch your perky little nipple. Harder, Lux. Pinch it until the pain turns into pleasure.”

I groaned, doing exactly what he said with the fervor of the needy wife he said I was.

“Now trace the outside of your cunt, but don’t touch your clit yet. Close in on it, slowly, lightly. Tease yourself. That’s too fast. Slower.” I was aching, my clit tense with anticipation as I drew closer to the pleasure of finally swirling my fingers around it. His voice dropped lower. “Don’t touch it, greedy girl.”

“Drak—”

“Not yet.”

“Please.”

“Run your fingers along your cunt, putting just enough force to dip inside.” Shivers rippled through me as I split myself open, gathering slick wetness over the tips. “Now take your wet fingers and touch it.” Every nerve in my body lit up with pleasure from the simple light touch of my fingers. “Slide your fingers over it and imagine my cock filling you.”

It was too much, and exactly enough at the same time. Teasing and anticipation pushed me so close to the edge that I came after touching my clit only the second time. Breath stole away from me, and I shuddered as relief flooded me.

“Gorgeous fucking queen you are, Lux,” he crooned. “A goddess.”

When the wave of pleasure receded, I sucked in the sweet air of a perfect dream, and my eyes stung not from the sea salt, but the burn of emotion behind them. Tears welled, pooling in my sight and pricking painfully. The desire for the dream to last longer and end quickly warred within me. It was a tease, not truly being with him, and yet I never wanted this hazy, dreamlike version of him to leave me because it was all I had.

“Drak, I miss you so much,” I whispered.

“I know, Skald.”

A crack split down the center of my heart, and my pulse paused and then skittered. Even after what felt like two lifetimes, the old nickname he used for me continued to call out to me. Rune knew me, Drak found me, and the best thing about him was that he understood me: that I was a storyteller who craved epic tales and historical accounts—the kind that preserved the legacy of our people and immortalized those who deserved to be celebrated. Everyone deserved to be seen and remembered.

A heavy sob crackled in my voice. “I wish you were here.”

“I am. I promised we’d always be together one way or another, so trust me when I say that these are my words, not your imagination. And...” He fell silent, his mouth clamped shut. A look of concern creased his brow, and his lips turned down. “Fuck. You don’t believe me, do you?”

“Drak,” I said. “This is my dream, and I want to see you happy.” I could control this, right?