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Another giggle, then silence. After a few minutes, I glanced at her to see she was completely focused on the screen. My thoughts, however, were on how much longer it would be before she was asleep in bed so I could hold her again.

Thirty-Two

Halo

Fingertips gently caressed my lower back and down over my barely covered bottom. My dream Bane.

I burrowed my face into his neck and inhaled. God, that was so good. Wondering if he tasted as good as he smelled, I flicked out my tongue to run along his skin. A deep hum of pleasure came from his chest, and I smiled. He’d liked that. I did it again.

His hand slid further down my butt until his fingers were just inside my crotch. I sucked in a breath as my body shuddered. I wanted more of that.

“Ah, pretty girl, you’re killing me. Be still.” His voice was a husky whisper.

I didn’t want to be still. I wanted his fingers inside me again. Whimpering, I lifted a leg to lay it over his. The growl he let out when my thighs were open caused tingles throughout my body. He liked it. He might want me to stop, but he liked this.

A thick, callous finger slipped inside my folds, and I moanedwith relief. That felt amazing.

“Is this what you need, sweet girl?” he whispered.

I wanted to sayyes, but I rocked against his touch. Another finger moved under the satin fabric until it was pressing into me. I gasped and fisted my hands against his chest.

“Fuck.” His hoarse voice was gentle, but the strain in it made me want more.

He enjoyed this. Touching me. My dream Bane wanted to feel me.

I pressed a kiss to the curve between his neck and shoulder, then tasted him some more on my tongue. His other hand clasped the back of my head and held me there.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he encouraged me.

A finger shoved inside of me, and a long, soft cry tore from my lips. He stilled.

Why was he stopping? I needed more of that.

“Easy,” he murmured as he began to sink deeper.

My breaths were coming in quick pants against his skin. The pleased sounds he was making went straight to my clit. I bucked my hips against his hand.

“Ooh.” That one word came out pleadingly.

The hand he had on my head massaged my scalp. “You like that,” he said as his lips pressed against my forehead. His finger then began to pump in and out in a slow rhythm that was going to drive me crazy. “This slick cunt is so tight.”

The words were so soft that I almost didn’t hear them over the sound of his heart, so close to my ear.

I was close. The crest was rolling over me with each thrust of his finger. My nails bit into his skin as I held on to his hard bicep.

“Bane!” I cried out as my body shook and pleasure ripped through me.

“That’s it,” he whispered.

The darkness came, as the dream faded with his arm lockedaround me and his finger still buried deep inside me.

Bane pulled up to a fancy building with expensive stores that I’d never been into. I looked at a display window that had a chandelier and lots of pink fur, gold accents, bath bombs, bars of soap, bath salts, bottles of all kinds. I should have been more specific when I told him I needed to go buy some shampoo and soap.

I shifted my eyes to look over at him. “Uh, while I am sure this store has lovely bath items, what I need can be found at a pharmacy. Perhaps Walgreens or Rite Aid,” I explained.

He reached for the handle on his door and opened it. “Okay,” was his response as he stepped out, then closed the door.

I watched him as he walked around the front of his truck until he was at my door, opening it.

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