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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.

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 or disappearing, 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.

“Use me,” she said, desperate to eradicate the desolation in his gaze. “Sate your hunger.”

His blue irises shrunk as his pupils swelled. While she could still sense his despair, she could also feel his desire—his need for her.

Then he descended upon her.

He thrust into her with everything he had, his cock filling her, spreading her. She felt him harden even more, feeling like she was about to burst. And damn her, she wanted to be filled with his release.

She pulled his lips to hers, kissing him, inviting him in.

His lips glanced against hers as though he were uncertain of what to do next. As though he hadn’t claimed her many times before. But then his kisses grew as hungry and feverish as his thrusts, and she allowed herself to fall into his touch, feeling every bit of his desire.

Starlight burst inside of her, and she cried out.

As she came, something inside her hitched, as though a chord in her chest had been strummed. If she was his instrument, let him play her—in any way he liked.

Essence flowed from her chest, up her throat, and into her mouth until it flooded out of her. He sucked, drinking in the blue wisps. As he did, another orgasm rocketed through her.

As the phantom fed on her desires, he continued thrusting into her until his movements became jerky, desperate. Then he was coming undone.

The expression on his face was both pain and pleasure, misery and ecstasy. It was a male preparing to fall into the deep—and never return.

Tears streamed down his cheeks as his eyes fixed on hers, his lips moving.

Heart drumming, she opened her mouth to speak. But he’d pulled out of her and was on his feet. Somehow, he was fully dressed once more.

Glancing down, she noted that there were long slashes in his shirt, which had traces of blood. Then her eyes found his tear-streaked face, which mirrored the anguish flooding her chest.

“Wait!” she called out, finally finding her voice.

But he was gone, leaving her alone in the dark landscape.

For a long moment, she remained where she was, utterly still.

If this was just a dream, why did it feel so real?