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“– and hold your hand as you slipped on your high heels when we went out for dinner–”

“I don’t own high heels either.”

“– And how I would help you up the stairs if you had one too many Belgian Whites.” I was done with her stubbornness. I really was. But at the same time, I loved it. I placed a kiss over the place where her heart was. “I dreamt about waking up beside you in the morning. A quiet, normal morning.”

My desire for her grew, stiffening my cock as the intimacy of my fantasies were given shape. I put it to words, so it became true. It gave it power.

“That’s what I want at the end of all the insanity we’ve lived through, Taz.” I placed my forehead on her chest. “I want to see you with your hair messed up with sleep. I want to wake up, sweaty from cuddling too tight. I want to…”

“Stop,” she whispered, her fingers pressed to my lips. “I believe you. But please… no more.”

“Is it too much to hear right now? Or is it because you don’t feel the same?”

No matter what she said, it would break my heart.

Chapter 22

Kai Winchester Griffith

Taz

Of course, I felt the same. There wasn’t a woman in the world that hadn’t fallen in love with Kai Winchester Griffith the moment he entered a room. He took the thoughts from my mind, and put them to words, breaking through my barriers, and cracking the walls of my carefully constructed defenses.

I didn’t answer him, but instead, swirled my hips, letting his cock feel the friction of our connection. He threw his head back and moaned.

I did it again, and he fell back on the dirt, his pale, gold skin shimmering against the dark earth.

I lowered myself hard, feeling his thick, engorged cock throbbing inside me as his tip pushed out against my inner walls. He was too big. Too deep. He felt too good to be real.

But what did I care if this is a dream? It wouldn't make a difference. So I would taste each sweet word like a glutton.

“Fuck! Trinity…” I loved my full first name on his lips.

I closed my eyes, savoring the words. Savoring how much he wanted me. I let the sensation of that desire wash over me. I was wanted. I was loved. He had said as much. And his body told me so much more, as his cock throbbed inside me, his hips, his arms, his hands roaming my naked body in a way that showed his need.

If he needed me, then he wouldn't let me go. Right?

He wouldn’t disappear and leave me. He wouldn’t go before I was ready to walk away first.

“Look at me, Trinity.” His palms caressed my cheeks, pulling me back to the moment. To the heat of his skin, and the cold air around us. To the way his body could warm the air, despite the frigid, October cold. “Look at me, Firefly.”

That name. That voice. It made my skin prickle, and my heart beat harder.

“Look at me.”

My eyes firmly shut to the world, I kept myself inside this dream. This… hallucination.

Desire. Heat. Passion. Need.

I gave it, and it was reciprocated.

“Look at me.”

I had to block the world out. I had to block everything away before reality, and cool mornings broke into the fog of happiness. Before reality seeped back in…

“Look at me.”

There was no use in living in reality. It was better to stay inside a dream.

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