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A snarl escaped his lips before he tore the rest of her shirt away, pulling her free of the rest of her leathers until she was utterly naked before him.

He guided her until she was lying in the darkness. It didn’t feel like cold, hard ground. Instead, it was soft as the clouds of night.

The phantom Elias tore his shirt and tossed the fabric aside. Had there been streaks of blood on it? But she wasn’t thinking straight, couldn’t focus on anything but the male before her—or the mirage of him.

Something buzzed in her chest at his nearness. It was as though something in her came alive, and she wanted to lose herself in the feeling.

He lowered himself between her legs until he knelt.

Rather than running his tongue over the length of her, he trailed kisses along her inner thigh—moving slowly from her knee to her hip. Then he moved to her other leg and did the same. Only, as he drew closer to her hip, his soft kisses turned to licking and nipping. She craved him even as she felt him, needing him to drive into her.

He stopped, and his eyes fixed on her. She felt his warm exhale on her clit, and she bit back a whimper. His lips moved,but no sound emerged. Then he leaned down and licked her from her pussy up to her clit.

Grasping at the darkness around her, her fingers slipped through the shadows as a moan escaped her lips.

Again, she watched his lips move as he stared longingly at her pussy. Like if he looked away, even for a moment, she would disappear.

As though he didn’t think any of this was real either.

She opened her mouth to speak, but then he was moving. He turned his body around so that he kneeled over her—his cock above her mouth and his mouth over her pussy.

Ohfuck.

He wanted to eat her out while fucking her mouth.

She felt herself grow wet with desire, instantly ready for him. Ready for anything he gave her. At that moment, she’d say yes to anything he asked.

She needed him more than she needed her next breath.

Then he descended on her.

Opening her mouth, she took in his wide cock, grabbing him around the base. She worked her hand in time with her mouth’s movement along his shaft. As she did, his tongue glanced against her clit in a single flick. Slowly. As though to tease her. Then he was moving, giving her the pressure she craved as he licked in the long up-and-down motions she loved so much.

Their desire entwined in the quiet darkness.

Neither stopped moving, eager to please as much as receive. It was as if this mirage actually wanted her.

His cock pressed deep into her throat, pulsing and hardening further as he moved. She could feel veins bulging and tasted the faint saltiness of his precum. His hips moved as though he were desperate for more of her. To plunge into her until he found her center, and they were no longer two separate bodies but a single soul—intertwining, bonding,mating.

Her hips began moving of their own accord, thrusting against his mouth, eager for even more pressure. His tongue focused on her clit, and her entire body hummed. But she longed to be filled, and not by his tongue or fingers. She wanted him to fuck her until she forgot her name.

Breaths ragged, her moans against his cock turned into whimpers as her pleasure arced. She wasn’t going to last much longer. And neither was he by the way his hips hitched as he fucked her mouth.

Suddenly, his body went taut as a bowstring. He froze, his cock deep in her throat. But he didn’t come. It was as though he was trying to keep from falling over the edge, to stretch out this moment. His chest heaved as he gasped.

Then he was moving again, fucking her mouth in vicious strokes. It was all she could do to take everything he was giving her. He fell upon her pussy once more, ravishing her as though he were a starving man.

Then she was coming undone.

Delicious pressure blossomed from her core, spreading out as waves of pleasure crashed over her. He thrust into her mouth—once, twice, three times—and he was coming. Warmth splashed in the back of her throat, and she swallowed him down, enjoying the feel of his body trembling with pleasure. Enjoying that she could give him this release.

If this really was Elias,she thought,he’d have consumed my essence when I came.

But this wasn’t her erox.

It was merely some strange dream she’d found herself in. Though her orgasm felt far more real than any ordinary dream.

He pulled out of her mouth.