Novel & Cerita The Man In My Dream

I did not know who the man was who came to me in this dream, and I least expected it to be the one man I desired. But after giving up hope for Ross to return to me. Now, I didn't care as long as whoever the man was provided the stimulation needed for my sexual well-being. But now, my dreams are a mixture of fear and desire combined. In this morning's dream, I moaned tearfully in pain.

** I was panting heavily, trying to catch my breath—not only from the dream but in reality as well. My eyes shot open, and my vision was still blurry. My chest heaved up and down as I struggled to regain control of my breathing. Then, a sudden realization hit me: it was just a dream—a sweet dream. And this wasn’t the first time I had experienced it. I often have these dreams, yet I can’t identify the man in them. My father had told me it was Dimitri, but the touch and presence I felt in my dreams was comforting. "Are you alright?" a deep, husky voice interrupted my thoughts.

I kept on contemplating to myself, Elijah used the as an opportunity and grabbed Brooke forcefully to the front door. "Get out and never return?" He pulled the door open only to get drawn back by a familiar face at the doors opening. "You?" He says astonished. I turned around and walked to the door. "Hello son," a man said. I poked my head a little closer and almost dropped dead by the person I saw. His the man i keep seeing in my dreams, but who is he?, Why is he here?. The man turns and found me, he rose past Elijah and came to me.

Surely I must either be in heaven or dreaming. The man is not wearing any shirt on his body and so I had the pleasure of staring at his fit body. He had eight packs and his muscles are stiff. It has always been one of my fantasies to be with a hulk man. And now that I am having this amazing dream, I will enjoy it. I pressed my face deeper into his chest and inhaled his scent. He smelled masculine, like a coffee. The sleeping man who had his hand wrapped around me held me tighter.

When I don’t give an answer, he reaches his hand out as if to touch my arm, but I quickly pull away. “Hey, Elena, it’s me, okay. Calm down, you’re fine. You are safe.” “No, no,” I whisper, coming to a realization. “What was it? What was the dream about?” My stomach twists as I stare at him, not sure how to even spill the words from my mouth. “I… I saw a man. I saw a man who looked just like your father and he was holding his sword over my head, ready to strike down.” “Wha—what? What do you mean?”

He was seated right next to the stage when I looked at him in disbelief. It was like my nightmare had appeared right before my eyes, and I suddenly found it difficult to breathe. It was him! The man was wearing a black suit. He had harsh features but could still be considered very good-looking. There was an obvious scar on his face. He looked just like the man who had lunged at me in my dreams. No, I was right. It was him! I was so sure of it that fear started to engulf me. Was that really a dream? Why would the man I dreamed of appear here?

My fated mate would never treat me in such a manner and my realistic dreams made sure of that. "W…who… who are you. I know you?" I was finding it hard to gather the right word. This is him. This is the same man that appears in my dream. The same man I call my knight in shining armour. What sort of trick is fate trying to play on me? I was brought back to reality when he suddenly pulled down my towels making me stand naked right in front of him.

Slowly, carefully, I raised my finger and moved it toward his hand. “You saw him.” His voice rang out suddenly, deep and sharp. I jerked back so fast I nearly stumbled. “Saw who?” I asked, my heart racing. “So you’re not in your usual daze?” “You should know better by now,” he said calmly. “My eyes did not signal that.” Then, almost immediately, he repeated himself. “You saw him.” “Who did I see?” I asked, my brow lifting. “The man in your vision.” My breath caught. “What?” I stared at him. “How do you know I had a dream? And that there was a man in it?”

I saw Matteo's chest tighten almost imperceptibly, and the air around us turned noticeably colder. I could admit that his cold, steely side was just as ravishing, but we had a much bigger problem right now. What if my dreamboat actually believed this rotund man and decided to reject me? I shoved the rotund man away as hard as I could and ducked behind Matteo. Clutching the corner of his shirt, I said bashfully, "Don't believe him, Matteo! I don't even know who this moron is supposed to be!" The stranger stared at me in disbelief.

The first dance of many many many. Dreams really do come true, man. ****