Page 46 of Presence

And then, it hits me.

A surge of white-hot bliss arcs through me, making my spine arch and a loud whimper escape my lips. My head tilts back, my jaw slackens as the petal dissolves on my tongue, releasing a sweet liquid that trickles down my throat.

It’s indescribable, this sensation flooding through me. My senses sharpen, my body weakens from the deep ache between my legs, and my heart races in my chest. Goosebumps spread violently across my skin, like the highest fever has taken hold of me.

“Now, Claire,” Echo’s voice murmurs near my neck, his hot breath caressing my tingling skin. “Tell me you want me to fuck you now.”

“Oh god!” I cry out, overwhelmed by ecstasy before he even touches me further. “Yes, Echo, please... Please fuck me.”

Colors blur together like swirled paint as I lose all sense of gravity. He finally nestles himself between my legs and pins me to the blanket so I don’t float away.

The moment I feel the hard bulge in his cream boho harem pants against me, my hips grind shamelessly. The pants don’t constrict his erection, allowing it to spring up rock hard, twitching against my pussy. I miss the touch of his fingers, but this is so much better. When my skirt rides up and he uses his hands to expose my breasts, I don’t mind at all. I am so turned on, it hurts.

“Look at your nipples, all hard and swollen,” he murmurs, pinching one and rolling it between his fingers. His teeth had grazed them incessantly before, and even now, taken by the rose-petal-like storm, I still feel the ache.

Yet I’d never tell him to stop. Not even if this dream started to collapse and the sky fell onto us.

“Not… enough,” I rasp, my throat clenching as tears swell in my eyes from sheer pleasure. I need him in me. Now. “Can’t wait…”

His low, airy chuckle makes my whole body tremble in anticipation. I love his wild, dark side. He might be my guardian spirit, but he’s no angel. There’s a raw, edgy quality to him. Sometimes, I think he likes to torture me a little. Likes to see me cry.

He certainly does now.

“Mm, are the feelings a little too intense now?” he coos. There’s no sympathy in his voice, only lust mixed with sadism. “Do you feel like bursting from all that ache inside you?”

There’s no need to turn me on any further. I was already dripping wet when we were cuddling minutes ago. Now, even breathing makes my inner muscles clench, the friction enough to spin my head.

“Yes!” I shout. “Fuck, Echo… Please.”

But he only licks his lips, eyes hooded with relish. “Mm, so sweet,” he muses.

When I’m on the brink of losing my mind, he finally slips his pants down and slides my thong aside, revealing the sticky mess I’ve become. His gaze is dark and heavy as he never stops looking at me.

“I’m going to enjoy this very, very much, my Little Soul.”

And then, with my lips parting and voice dying in my throat, he enters me in one fast stroke. My hands find his hair, gripping it so strong my muscles shake. Honestly, even if I could rip it out, I would, unable to stop myself as the feeling of being so impossibly full hits me like a tsunami.

“Oh, my… Oh, my g…” I cry out. “Oh, fuck!”

The first orgasm hits me fast. It’s sudden, more intense than anything I’ve experienced here in the dreamscape. I feel like a stick of dynamite exploding, pleasure washing over me in relentless waves as I tremble uncontrollably in his arms.

I couldn’t recall my own name if he asked me. I don’t make a sound, I don’t even breathe. I just exist, suspended in time, a bundle of nerves and pure energy. Only when I remember I’m human do I take my first breath, as if I’d journeyed to the land of the dead and returned.

Oh, how can it feel this good?

“Yes, Claire, you’re perfect.” Echo pumps into me, his dark voice spreading hot delirium through my veins. “Fucking perfect.”

I made up my mind long ago, but in moments like these—moments I wish could last forever in the dreamscape—I harbor my darkest wish. I’d give anything to stay here forever: to be kissed, cared for, and fucked on magical blankets in magical flower fields.

I never want this to end. I want Echo to keep driving me to tears of sheer pleasure, savoring each one as he moves within me, in and out.

Yes, if I could, I’d make this last forever. A never-ending high with no come down.

“It’s like your pussy draws me in on its own, my Little Soul,” he groans. “Like it never wants me to leave.” He’s right. He can read my thoughts and knows this is exactly what I desire—for him to remain a part of me like this forever. Cocky fucker. So damn cocky and arrogant, and just about perfect for me.

“More,” I manage to say.

“More,” he agrees.

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