Page 41 of The Ballad of the Vampire Prince

No more… please, I can’t.

The sensation becomes too great. I need to hold on to something. I loop my arms around his neck, pressing my face into the nook of his shoulder. A whirlwind of pleasure sweeps over me and I sink my teeth into his skin, tasting the decadent, sweet ocean salt taste.

This is incredible. I’m losing control.

I keep biting, weathering through the hurricane of sensations until I feel a gentle tug on my head.

Dream Svenn has one hand on my waist, the other tangling in my hair to pull me from him.

“Let me have a look at that face.” His eyes are back on me again. A crooked smirk tugs his lips. “No hiding, Nel.”

I want to wipe that arrogant look off his face. I make the mistake of leaning my head and he claims my mouth immediately. With Svenn, kisses aren’t just an awkward pressing of lips. He completely devours me.

He breaks the kiss and traces his mouth along my jawline. “Are you close, sweetheart? Because I am.”

I don’t get a chance to reply or catch a full breath when he slams me down to his length again and again. He is impossibly deep in me in this position. The wild movement of his hips leaves me gasping. I feel weightless, gloriously spent, and sated.

A smirk appears on his face as he watches me turn into a mess of shivers and tremors in his arms.

“Show me what a good girl you are.” He drives slower but only for him to start worshipping my breast, sucking it in a gentle rhythm between his lips. The pleasure inside me draws tighter and tighter until I lose sense of myself entirely.

This feels too good. The kind of feeling I don’t want to ever end, but I can’t keep up with this lie for much longer.

“I came—” I cry out as wave after wave of pleasure courses through me. “Please… I came!”

“Well said,” he mutters.

But he doesn’t stop thrusting.

I’m trapped in this sea of endless pleasure, completely at his non-existent mercy. My head falls back in pure bliss and my hands slump to the side. Despite his cruelty, I know he will never let me fall. In his hands I am safe. Always.

Another rough stroke and the stars start to come. The inferno melts every bone in my body, and this time it claims him too. He shudders and jerks against me, groaning loudly into the crook of my neck.

“You are perfect. Mine and perfect.” I’m too far gone to hear the words on his lips. My mind is cloudy and I’m losing consciousness.

When the fog of pleasure gradually lifts, I open my eyes to meet his. He is staring at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.

No, no, no—I can’t. Because this is the part that I can’t handle most about these weird dreams.

Not the kisses, not the silly games, not the making love part.

This.

I quickly crawl out of my body once more. Shivers of pleasure still ripple through me and I nearly stumble at the bedpost. I quickly hide behind the bookshelf. Slowly, I peer at the two of them.

Dream Svenn is taking care of the dream version of me, handling her carefully like she is something fragile. Her eyes are closed tight, her breathing is ragged, and her legs are still quivering from the force of that last orgasm—just as mine are right now.

She opens her eyes slowly, a smile tugging her lips. “I won.”

A gentler emotion takes over him.

“You sure did.” This Svenn treats me like I am precious to him. He looks at the dream version of me like he would rearrange the stars, move the heavens and the earth for her.

Dream Nel doesn’t notice, of course. She’s still in a daze of pleasure. “You came three times. That means we’re even now…”

“Yeah,” he mutters like our game doesn’t even matter to him. Svenn presses a kiss to the top of her head with affection. Myheart squeezes in my chest. I touch the place where his lips land and feel the tingling burn there.

Here in this dream, I am loved. I am cherished. This isn’t a memory or the future. It’s just a desperate wish conjured by my mind.