Page 44 of Beneath the Cursed Veil

My teeth pressed together, threatening to crack. Godsdamn was she tight. She gripped me perfectly as I slowly pulled out then pushed back in. I took things slowly at first, using my hold on her lower half to guide her body up and down my shaft.

Meera wrapped her legs around me, her heels pressing into my lower back.

“Faster,” she demanded.

“No,” I replied through gritted teeth.

“Vareck—” she all but whined.

“I’ve been dreaming of you for fucking years. I’m going to take all the time I want to get acquainted with this body and you’re going to be a good girl and take it.”

Her pussy rippled around me as she tried, and failed, to find her release. I pulled out until only the tip remained in her before thrusting deep. Meera’s labored breaths grew strained. Her legs trembled. Instinctively, I knew she wasapproaching a climax, no matter how slow I decided to take her.

“I—” she started. A beautiful flush crept up her soft, pale skin. “I need—” Her back bowed. “Please.”

“Shhh. I know what you need.” I slid one hand across her hip bone, my fingers barely more than a caress as I circled her clit. Her body shook as she neared the edge. Her muscles twitched, squeezing the ever-loving fuck out of my?—

I jerked, eyes flying open.

My heart was a riot in my chest, but there was no mistaking it. I was awake this time. For real.

Still on my side, my arm was wrapped around Meera’s waist. She was pressed against me like a second skin, head cushioned by my arm. I rolled to my back, slowly disentangling myself. Unlike dream-Meera, this one didn’t wake up and try to have her way with me.

I scrubbed a hand over my face. Gods, I was an idiot.

Too warm to relax and still hard as a rock, I climbed out of bed silently. Usually when my dreams ended, I would take care of business in the shower before going on with my day. This time, that felt . . . I shook my head. Everything was a mess, especially my thoughts.

I sighed, collapsing in the armchair. This was a problem.

A quiet moan sounded from the bed.

My eyes sought her before I could think better of it. Meera had moved to her back after having kicked off the blankets. Her thighs rubbed together, seeking friction.

The scent of arousal permeated the air.

I swallowed, fingers wrapping around the armrests in a white knuckled grip.

This was a new form of torture, having her right thereand yet so far. My iron clad resolve began to fracture when she whimpered in her sleep. Her brows puckered, like something was bothering her. One tiny hand slid across her belly, dipping beneath her leggings.

I bit my lip and tasted iron. Godsdamn it. I needed to wake her up. This was wrong. Right? And yet, I couldn’t help but wonder if that embarrassment would be worse.

Meera rolled her hips. Her lips were parted, unintelligible sounds coming from them like the sweetest fucking music to my ears.

The wood cracked beneath my fingers. I flinched at the sound and Meera fell silent. Shit. I needed to leave. Even if I couldn’t bring myself to wake her, I shouldn’t be here.

I got to my feet then froze at the sound of my name. “Vareck?” Her voice was husky, like we’d done a lot more than sleep. “Why are you over th—” Her eyes flashed as they dropped down to my pants, seeing the very reason I needed to walk out. I could tell the moment it clicked. The sharp intake of breath only confirmed it.

Meera swallowed hard, looking away. I saved us from the awkwardness of addressing what we both knew. “I’m going to take a cold shower.”

“I didn’t know,” she blurted out. I paused in front of the bathroom door.

“Didn’t know what?” I turned, crossing my arms over my chest. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but her continued denial was getting under my skin. It wasn’t just because she was lying, but for the life of me I couldn’t tell why.

Meera swallowed, still not looking at me. “That you were real. I just thought . . .” She didn’t continue.

“That they were sex dreams,” I finished for her. Meera dipped her chin in the tiniest nod as a deep blush spread across her face. “How long have you had them?”

I knew what I experienced, and it seemed like we were existing in the same dream, but nothing about this made sense.

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