Novel & Cerita Dream X Nightmare Sin

ERICA With each step I took into the dimly lit room, my heart raced like a runaway train. The club was alive with flashing lights, loud music, and the scent of alcohol and sweat. The heavy bass vibrated through my chest, but it couldn’t drown out the anxiety roaring inside me. I felt naked, though I wasn’t fully bare—just barely covered in thin straps of lace that left very little to the imagination.

Every night for years, I had a dream where I was falling. I would turn round and round as I fell farther down the hole. It was dark and menacing, but before I fell, something would chase me that sounded a lot like a little girl. The thing is the way she sounded, scared me to no end. I remember one night. I had just closed my eyes and then I heard it, a gentle scraping noise coming from the end of the bed.

Damien could read her mind so what if he's aware? She shut her eyes and tried to drift to sleep. Barely thirty minutes into her sleep, she heard loud howls. Like a group of wolves were being attacked or howling out for signal. The noise came out in loud repititions and she shut her ears hard with her palms and shut her eyes tight too. Garwin had ensured he'd give them a brutal death. She refused to think to that direction. “I forgot to tell you that we werewolves can be rebirthed. I'll be back for you fuckmate.” She heard Damien's voice inside her head and screamed loudly.

I scream, back arching off the table, nails clawing at his shoulders through the cassock. He wraps one hand around my throat, the other pinning my hip, and starts pounding me exactly like the dream, only better, because it’s real. “Is this how you dreamed it, Elena?” he snarls, squeezing my neck, cock dragging over every sensitive spot inside me. “Father’s cock splitting you open while you sob for more?” “Yes! Oh yes!” He fucks me harder, deeper, the hand on my throat tightening. “Tell me you’re mine now,” he demands. “I’m yours,” I choke out. “Only yours please”

Driven by desire, I lifted my other hand and placed it on my breasts. Trevor's face was already flushed with excitement. "Yes, honey, just like that..." We moved our hips in unison, each lost in the rhythm on our respective sides of the screen. Samson, as if competing with the man on the phone, moved faster and harder with each thrust. Then, the screen glitched, and Trevor's panting voice filled the room. "You were amazing today, honey. Come home soon, and I'll reward you with your toy. I'm tired, and I need to rest for a bit."

“The sex is done okay it’s ruined for tonight so can we just cool it and sleep before someone else comes up here.” They grumbled but eventually climbed into bed with me stuck in the middle like always Jax on one side all stiff and angry and Damien on the other still throwing little jabs. Jax muttered “This is bullshit I should have left earlier” and Damien shot back “But you didn’t because you wanted to stay and fight over him some more.” I lay there staring at the ceiling in the dark feeling their bodies pressed close one warm and tense the other relaxed but wired. The rain had slowed to a drizzle but my mind wouldn’t shut up. That lil girl's words kept echoing about it being wrong and sin

Damien's were gentler but insistent, tracing her curves and cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing her nipples until they hardened into peaks. The dream escalated quickly, morphing into something wild and unhinged. They had her on a spreader bar, just like she'd fantasized Eli might be—her arms and legs forced apart, exposing her completely. She was naked, her skin tingling with anticipation, the air cool against her wetness. Zeke took charge, his large hands roaming her body, pinching her nipples hard enough to make her gasp. "You're ours now," he snarled, his voice echoing in her mind as he positioned himself behind her. Damien was in front, his lips on her neck, sucking and biting marks

I stood up, freeing myself from the sheets I was tangled in, exposing my naked body to the morning sun peeking through the curtains. "Sophie..." "I'm awake!" I screamed. "Are you sure?” I didn't need to reply. My mother was too bothersome. I went back to the bed and sat, tracing a line over my wet pussy with my hand. I just had one of those dreams that always ended in amazing sex. I was slowly forming a habit of sleeping naked. I slowly began to dance in a sexy manner like a stripper. I cupped my breasts and played with them in front of the mirror.

I feel like I’m back on the Ether – as if my altered consciousness is bending reality to ensnare my senses. “I’m fantasizing about how you’re going to kill Damon.” I confess, breathing in his wonderful scent as grisly images fill my mind. I share the pictures with Sinclair through our bond, hoping to inspire him. Decapitation, disembowelment, beating him bloody with his own dumb leg… or maybe you could tie him up and sick some rogues on him.

I jolted awake, trembling violently as cold sweat clung to my skin. A nightmare. Only a nightmare… though Hazel remained strangely restless beneath my skin. Suddenly, the door pushed open and Dominic crossed the room in seconds, concern darkening his expression. He was beside me before I could steady my breathing, his hand closing around mine. "Are you hurt, Natalia?" "I heard you from the room beside yours.” I turned my gaze to him as I regained my composure. "I–I'm fine. It was just a nightmare," I said, brushing away strands of hair from my face.