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Real. This was real.

This wasn’t a dream.

Oh. My. Gods.

Shock held her completely and utterly immobile. She was on her knees with Asher’s cock buried inside her and her body screaming for the release they’d been building and chasing.

Together.

And despite what reality meant, she was so damn tempted to tell him to finish first. They could be horrified later.

“Fuck,” he snarled again. Then he yanked out of her, leaving her feeling hollowed out and hanging over a drop that would never come.

As if the connection, the tension between them, really had been no more than a distant dream…

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Asher

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Asher didn’t look at Gwen as he scrambled away and pulled up his fucking pants, giving her enough time and space to get situated. In the tiny area they were crammed into, and given his size, that took some doing.

Ignoring the insistent, unfulfilled throb of his body was even harder with his dragon snarling and pacing in his head, insisting they finish what they started.

But he couldn’t do that. Not when he wasn’t certain that was what she truly wanted.

When he couldn’t stay facing the rock wall any longer without looking like a coward, he turned. “I’m sorry?—”

“Don't,” she cut him off. Then crossed her arms. “It meant nothing.”

She might as well have lanced him in the gut, her words suddenly making it hard for him to breathe. Because under the sharp needle of guilt, Asher still couldn’t help but notice the way her cheeks were rosy and her hair mussed. He’d done that. Or the memory of the soft, silky feel of her on his body, around his cock, and the sweet little sounds she’d been making.

He’d made her do that too.

The desperate urge to kiss her until her lips were pink and swollen, to physically brand her as his, grabbed him by the balls and his still hard dick somehow managed to get harder, and he had to take an actual step away, welcoming the jagged rockface digging sharply into his back, to keep from doing exactly what he was picturing. To finish what they’d just been in the middle of.

Mine, his dragon growled.

The fuck she is, Asher growled right back.

Luckily, Gwen didn’t seem to notice. She was too busy glaring at him. If she’d been a dragon, fire would have been spitting from her eyes. “Don't you dare apologize. That’s worse.”

Worse? Didn’t she just say it was nothing? “You didn't want…what we were doing.” He waved a hand between them. “You never would have let me touch you, let alone?—”

“Clearly I would have,” she snapped. “I distinctly remember your voice asking me for permission and me giving it. Did I just dream that bit, or did it happen?”

Asher went dead still. “You thought it was a dream?”

The same way he had?

“Yes.” She bit the word off like she had a sour taste in her mouth.

Unwillingly, his voice dropped low. “You dream of me often?”

Her lips pressed together in a mulish expression as she looked away with a shrug.

Which meant she did.

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