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Some part of her had prepared herself for this Elias to rise and leave—perhaps to dissipate into the darkness now that this part of the dream had finished. Instead of getting up ordisappearing, he rotated his body so that he kneeled between her legs once more. Then he leaned down and pressed kiss after hungry kiss on her neck.

He just came.

Surely, this phantom was sated.

As she blinked back the remnants of her pleasure, she glanced down.

His cock was hard. Fuck. He wanted her—again.

His hand enclosed around her neck as he sucked and nipped down her chest. He pulled one of her nipples into his mouth, and she cried out, back arching.

Instantly, she was ready to go again. She was far from done with him.

She’d never get enough of him.

Even as she had the thought, the humming in her chest swelled.

His hand was on his cock as he notched himself before her entrance. All the while, he didn’t release her neck.

His mouth moved, and she thought he might have formed the words, “You’re mine.” But any response she might have made escaped her as he thrust.

Pleasure cascaded through her at that first connection.

She never wanted this moment to end. She wanted to feel him like this, buried inside her—their bodies entwined—forever.

He was hers. Her mate.

Then he fucked her with abandon. She felt every inch of him as he plunged into her. Her pussy clenched around him as though to hold him there. But he never stopped moving, claiming her with every stroke.

Leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers while increasing the pressure on her neck. Mind swimming, she opened her mouth to him—submitting to him fully.

Never in her life had she wanted to give control to anyone else, to relinquish the power she had over herself. This demon had stolen her heart, and all she wanted now was the chance to have him back—to tell him how she felt and hope he felt the same for her.

His thrusts slowed, and his tongue arced across her mouth.

She was a breath away from coming again as pleasure tightened her core.

His eyes flashed with blue flames, and she could sense the unfettered hunger in them. When he was about to feed, his brown eyes changed and glowed a brilliant blue—the color of the essence he could wield at will.

Reaching up, she laced her fingers into his hair as he thrust into her with those vicious, claiming strokes.

A single tear fell from his eyes.

She watched it trail down his cheek before plopping onto her lower lip. Slowly, she licked, tasting the saltiness.

This is too real.

A second tear slid down his cheek, and her chest squeezed at the sight.

Not releasing her neck, his thrusts slowed until he sat upright. Their bodies were still joined, but he looked down. His eyes soaked in the sight of her like this was the last time he’d ever see her.

On instinct, she wrapped her legs around his back, pulling him back down so that he was on his hands and knees above her, his cock sheathed inside her.

He was just a phantom.

None of this was real.

But she needed him to be well—even in this place.