Only In Your Dreams Ellie K Wilde Novels & Stories

Because— That question hit too close. Eli exhaled sharply. “…I had a dream.” The words came out before he could stop them. And that— Caught Kieran’s attention immediately. “…What kind of dream?” Eli hesitated. Then stepped inside. Not waiting for permission. Not thinking about it. Just moving. Kieran closed the door behind him quietly. “…It wasn’t clear.” Eli said. “…But it didn’t feel like a dream.” He ran a hand through his hair.

“No. But that is exactly what I don’t understand about any of this because it just doesn’t make sense.” “Wait, are you saying my dream doesn’t make sense or…” He turned his head to me, staring at me softly as he always did. “Ellie, are you really sure that this is the woman who appears in your dreams?” I nodded rapidly again, even getting annoyed at this point. Because why did he continue to act like I was lying? I mean, why would I even wake up and decide to lie about something like that?” He sighed, turning back to my mother. “This is crazy, mother. None of this makes any sense.”

If I was beginning to like the idea of being Sapphic, why did my dreams stop short of the actual sex? I'd no-one to confide this in; but I knew the moment I set eyes on her that Ellis Delaheigh would understand. She was Razor-woman, cutting right to the heart of things and splitting the true from the false. Yes, before we’d exchanged a single word, Ellis had looked into my eyes and seen my troubled soul. Speculation about her was rampant. Fuelled by her imperious air it swirled around her like a purple cloak. The men she’d advanced all fancied their chances; and the ones she’d sacked all called her a dyke!

"No, you don't. You only see visions that have to do with the royal family. It must be your mother, Jake. Eloise is part of the royal family, and your sisters, too. It must be their plane." Jake sprang into action as Ellie was thrust into darkness once more. She tried desperately to see something useful, to see a person or a figure that would help them pinpoint when or where it would take place. As the explosion burst into her mind and the seats of the plane flew into a million pieces, Ellie caught sight of a black plane in the distance flying toward the explosion. It looked strangely familiar but before Ellie could focus on the image, she was thrust back into the present. "It's us, we're in

In this dream-world of ambiguity and desire, the usual rules that governed my actions by day—professionalism, boundaries—seemed distant, like echoes from another life. Ellie's gaze held mine, and it was as if the entire city beyond the windows faded into nothingness. She stepped closer, her every movement laced with an intoxication that made the world sway. "This isn't exactly by the book, is it, Mr. Newsome?" Her voice was a playful taunt, her lips curving into a half-smile that suggested a thousand possibilities.

Ellie POV The dreams were getting worse, or at least stronger. I wasn’t sure if worse was even the right word. Ever since Nolan’s trip to the altar in search of the Goddess’s blessing, I’d been having strange dreams. I knew by now that the staff in the packhouse was paying attention, and the staff was probably the source of half the rumors about me. I also knew there wasn’t much I could do about it.

She opened her eyes and looked at her mate direction but he was not there, Ellie looked around the room but her mate was no where to be found. Was he in the bathroom? She didn’t hear him walk or the opening and closing of the bathroom door, or the rushing water from the bathroom. She got up and checked the bathroom, it was empty, and there was no trash e of her mate, she went back to bed to have a nap. Ellie could not have her nap, she used the time to call her dad, her dad picked the phone at the third ring. “Dad” “How are you?” Her dad asked “Tell me about your dream”

What dreams? "I—" Annie's face went pale. "Killian—" She swallowed hard. "You were dreaming about him?" Killian's voice climbed. "You two had sex in your dream?" "I didn't know who he was! I didn't know it was a real memory!" Tears streamed down Annie's face. "They were just dreams! Just confusing, terrible dreams!" "Dreams where you moaned out loud in waking life." Belarie continued. "Shut up!" Annie yelled. "You know—I— I heard you moan in your sleep sometimes—" Killian's voice went cold and detached. "Like that morning Lady Eliana came here—you were—" He stopped, jaw clenched. "So that was you with him? You were dreaming about him?"

I ask. Ella turns back to the canvas to make a few marks with her pencil. “Maybe. I’m not totally sure. I never see his face, remember?” “What do you see in the dreams?” She hadn’t gone into details before. Her cheeks flush, a ripple of weariness passing behind her eyes. “War,” she says after a long moment of heavy silence. Her eyes stay fixed on the canvas in front of her where her sketch of my face is nearly complete. “I see death, chaos, and… desperation. He’s desperate to find me, but I can’t talk to him. I try. I scream out for him, but he just stands there.”

Ellie was trapped in her erotic dream, and in it, the love of her life was stroking inside her while kissing her shoulders and neck. It sent tingles down to her toes and clit. In the dream, his manhood was thick and hard, filling her to the brim; her pussy was wet and hot, stuffy like the South American jungles; her breathing was quick and shallow in her dream. Oh, what a lovely dream... or was it?