Dream X George Ao3 Novels & Stories

How come they all together in my bedroom, Darius kissed me while Landon, sucking my thumb. Samuel was on his job and I am in heaven. Heaven..., Heaven..., THUD Hell..., Hell..., Hell..., Even in my dreams, I was not given the satisfaction to come. I groaned in pain, looked around. Fuck, I was dreaming about Samuel. Shit, shit, shit. You were not just dreaming about Samuel; there was Darius and Landon too. My hormones were all over the place. Damn, the dream felt so real, yet so weird.

Kris laid in bed, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. She never experienced that type of dream before. It felt so real. Reaching mindlessly to the nightstand, she grabbed her vape, taking a long drag and holding it in. She exhaled, letting her shoulders drop and her eyes close. She thought about the events as they played out in her dream. She was giving a tattoo. It was a beautiful design she made specifically for Elena. They kept locking eyes, making it too hard for her to concentrate.

She imagined his low, gravelly command: Tell me who you belong to in the dark. She imagined his strong hands roaming her young body, calloused fingers teasing her sensitive skin. Ariana bit her lip, stifling a moan as she pictured Mateo's intense gaze boring into hers, dark with barely restrained desire. Her hips bucked against her hand, seeking more friction, more pleasure. In her fantasy, Mateo loomed over her, muscles rippling as he slowly undressed, revealing his mature, virile form inch by tantalizing inch. Ariana's heart raced, pulse pounding between her thighs as she lost herself in the erotic daydream, chasing her rapidly building climax...

He must even know where my mother is right now. I would face him immediately and demand to know her whereabouts. Nothing else mattered. I didn't bother putting the contents back inside the case. I got a hold of the staff, but as my hands grazed the strange objects surrounding it, something resembling live electricity passed though my finger tips and raced into my veins as warmth infused my entire being. It moved from my fingers and swept to other parts of my body, making me sweat profusely. I got up and made to walk to the door, but dark spots began to dance in front of my eyes and I felt terribly weak and dizzy.

Chapter 4: The Unveiling Storm Morning light filtered through the penthouse windows, painting the rumpled silk sheets in soft golds that matched the lingering warmth in my body. I lay tangled with Damien, my curves pressed intimately against his hard lines, his arm draped possessively over my waist. The events of the night replayed in my mind like a fever dream—the gallery, the desperate joining, the way he had claimed every inch of me until I felt reborn. My pussy still throbbed deliciously from the repeated invasions, slick with the remnants of our passion. Yet as his fingers began to trace lazy circles over the swell of my hip, stirring fresh desire, a quiet unease settled in my chest.

My vision whited out completely at the edges as wave after wave of raw pleasure rolled through my entire body. Daniel fucked me through it without mercy, then flipped me onto my stomach like I weighed less than nothing. He yanked my hips up so my ass was high in the air, face pressed hard into the pillow that still smelled faintly of Jenna’s mom’s expensive perfume. He slammed back into me from behind in one powerful thrust, one hand fisted tightly in my auburn hair, the other gripping my hip hard enough that I knew I’d have perfect bruises shaped like his fingers tomorrow. “This is what you were made for,” he grunted, voice strained and raw as he thrust deep and hard and relentless. “Taking

My pussy throbbed painfully, aching for the touch that had felt so real just seconds ago. I pressed a hand to my forehead, trying to calm my racing heart. The dream had felt so vivid. Damien’s arms around me, his kisses on my neck, his hard cock pressing against me… it had all felt too good. Too right. Even now, my body was humming with leftover need, my nipples tight and sensitive, my clit pulsing with every heartbeat.

Hands grip my knees and gently part them. Wide. Wider. Until I’m completely exposed, my most private parts on display for four sets of hungry eyes in the darkness of my childhood bedroom. “She’s so wet,” Tyler whispers. “Look – it’s on her thighs. It’s fucking everywhere. She was definitely dreaming about something.” You, I think, fighting to keep my breathing steady. I was dreaming about you. About all of you. About exactly this. “Spread her more,” Jack breathes. “I want to see everything.”

I was given space, and since my head was such a mess, I decided to go to sleep, which proved to be a big mistake. The second I closed my eyes, sexy dreams where Kai played the starring role hit my mind. I couldn't fucking stop thinking about that sexy dragon! We were having wicked sex. I was dangling from his arms, forced to suck his cock. Then, in another scene, he was eating me out as if my pussy was tastier than the most delicious of all pies in the world. All my dreams were dirty. Every. Single. Scene. Was this what mating fever did to a female werewolf in heat?

Kayla I feel my head pounding. The is a slight throbbing feeling between my legs. I have been dreaming the same thing over and over again on repeat. It first starts innocent enough with him, who shall not be named, laying down in a green field. At first I don’t really see his face but then I’m straddling him, I can see his handsome face clearly. I then start running my fingers on his abbs because of course he is shirtless. It then gets very Uhh. . . very heated. I don’t want to acknowledge it though so I will be not thinking about it anymore.