Page 31 of Wicked Dreams

I only spent every other night with Olivia, making sure she, at least, had a decent night’s rest every couple of days. That way, I wouldn’t drain too much of her energy. But I couldn’t keep thoughts of her away. On the nights in between, I relived our moments together. I pictured us lying on the forest floor, beneath the canopy of the treetops. We watched the exotic birds as they flew above us. We held one another. We kissed. And every time we met, we took things a little too far, stopping just shy of stealing what I refused to take.

She didn’t understand why, but she seemed happy accepting what I gave. Each time we found one another, she counted down the days until her birthday, lighting a fire under me to keep working, to keep stealing.

There was only one more name on my list of souls, and I planned on getting it soon. Emily Sheldon was harder to crack than the rest. I’d been in her dreams many times but couldn’t seal the deal. Instead of trying her again right away, I stepped into a dream where I knew I’d get what I wanted. Lidia Ross was a recovering sex addict. She’d been on the wagon, going to meetings in order to suppress her desires. But in her dreams, she was as kinky as they came. Even therapy and highly qualified doctors couldn’t keep me away.

I moved through the dreamscape and soon found myself in some sort of club. In the center was a crowded bar with tables spread about — a normal looking club. It didn’t take long to figure out it wasn’t a normal club. It was a sex club. As I ventured deeper down a hallway lined with doors, I found each door had a room behind it. And each room had a clear window for onlookers. So, you could participate, or you could watch.

With steady steps I walked down the hall, peeking into each window, wondering where I’d find Lidia. I was hoping like hell that she wasn’t already in a room but rather looking for someone to take back. Luck was on my side when I came to the end of the hall and found her to be the only one watching a certain couple. Leaning against the wall, I peeked inside, wondering what she found so intriguing that nobody else did.

“I’m Donovan,” I stated flatly.

“Lidia,” she replied, not pulling her eyes away.

“You like this couple?” I asked, nodding toward the window separating us from them.

She nodded. “I do.”

“Why? What’s so interesting about them?” I was a tad confused. All the other rooms had group sex, whips, chains. But this one, it was simply a regular couple on a bed, going slow and at ease. They weren’t fucking. They were making love for the world to see.

“They’re married. They only have sex with one another,” she replied with a wish shining in her eyes.

“Why is that special to you?” Instead of watching the couple in the room, I watched her, trying to figure out the role I needed to play to get what I wanted.

She turned to look at me, and I saw sadness. “I wantthat. I don’t just want sex anymore. I want love. I want someone special to share that with.” She shrugged her shoulders, causing her blonde hair to bounce. “I came here hoping to find someone like me. Or at least someone to play along with the fantasy. But they all want—” She lifted her hand and motioned toward all the other rooms. “—that.”

Ahhh. She wanted pretend love, softness. That was a first for me. “I’ll play along.”

Her eyes went wide. “You will?”

I held out my hand. “Come on.”

A small smile tugged her lips as she put her hand in mine. Turning away from the couple I had to become like, I led her into an empty room. Once we were inside, I spun around, and she stepped up to me, pressing her chest against mine as our eyes met. Instead of seeing the blue ones in front of me, I saw emerald green eyes. Instead of blonde hair, I saw flaming-red curls. In my mind I finally had Olivia, and I could do anything I wanted.

My hand cupped her cheeks as I looked into her eyes. “I love you so much,” I whispered.

“I love you too,” she replied, lifting up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to my lips. I let her mouth take mine, forcing myself to remember Olivia and the way her body called to mine in her dreams.

I deepened the kiss as I walked her backward, toward the bed, my hands exploring every inch of her body. “You’re so beautiful. Once I finally have you, the devil himself won’t be able to rip us apart,” I whispered softly.

“I love you so much, Van,” she called out in a breathy moan. The use of my nickname only made the dream I was living that much more real.

I found the hem of her shirt and gently pulled it above her head, her breasts bouncing with the action. My greedy mouth moved lower, pressing kisses to her soft skin as my fingers worked her bra from her body. My lips closed around her nipple, softly sucking and flicking my tongue against it, swirling around like a tornado.

Laying her back on the bed, her back arched upward and already I found myself so lost in the dream that I didn’t want to escape. My hips started rubbing against her core, making me ache for something I so desperately wanted.

“Please, Van. I need you.”

I trailed kisses down her stomach to the waistband of her jeans, pausing only long enough to pull them from her body. After tossing them to the floor, I freed myself and pushed into her nice and deep. I had to talk myself down — already I wanted to finish. But this was Olivia in my mind, and no way was I done with her yet.

My hands held onto her thighs, lifting them up higher on my hips so I could drill deeper into her core. Gasps and moans left her lips, and I felt her twitching around me. I wanted nothing more than for her to come. I held back my own release, just to see the look of pleasure on her face.

The harder I pumped the more she called out and the tighter she squeezed. I was holding on by the skin of my teeth. As I rolled my hips forward one more time, her nails dug into my back and she called my name.

Finally, I couldn’t hold back any longer, I thrusted into her quickly with hard jerks, watching the pleasure on her face: bright green eyes locked on mine, ruby red lips parted as she whispered my name and told me she’d always love me. I spilled myself of every last drop before collapsing on top of her.

With my head resting on her chest, the sound of her heart coming to a stop yanked me from the heaven I’d created. When I opened my eyes, I found myself on top of a blonde with purple lips and fear in her shallow blue eyes.

A sob climbed its way up my chest. For a moment, I truly believed I was with Olivia once again. And seeing the dead blonde in front of me, only reminded me of what would happen to my love if Abe turned out to be wrong.

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