Page 100 of Porcelain Lies

In my dreams, strong hands trail down my sides, leaving fire in their wake. Aleksei’s presence surrounds me, that intoxicating mix of musk and masculine heat.

“Milaya,” his voice rumbles against my neck, the Russian endearment making me shiver. Dream-Aleksei’s touch is both gentle and demanding, his fingers tracing patterns across my heated skin.

I arch into his touch, my body responding to his presence even in sleep. The dream shifts and flows, reality blurring at the edges. One moment we’re in the blue suite, the next we’re back in that private room at his party, then somewhere entirely new.

His tattoos ripple as he moves over me, the black ink seeming to dance in the dim light. I reach up to trace the dagger entwined with roses on his chest, feeling his heart pound beneath my palm.

“Mine,” he growls, capturing my wrists and pinning them above my head. His dark eyes burn with possession, desire, and something deeper that makes my breath catch.

The weight of him presses me into silk sheets that feel cool against my feverish skin. His beard scrapes deliciously against my throat as he claims every inch of me with lips and teeth and tongue.

I whimper his name, lost in the sensations as dream and memory blur together. Every touch feels amplified, every kiss electric. His hands seem to be everywhere at once, drawing responses from my body that I didn’t know were possible.

The dream intensifies, colors swirling behind my closed eyes as pleasure builds…

My dream shifts yet again, becoming more vivid as memories of that night flood back. The private room at his party materializes around us — the cool surface of the desk against my heated skin, the dim lighting, the faint music filtering through thick walls.

I feel his hands on me again, exactly as they were that night. The way he’d stripped me, left me naked and vulnerable before him. Then lifted me onto his desk, scattering papers without care.

His fingers had traced fire up my thighs, seeking out the line of my pussy until I was writhing, desperate for him. And the hum of the vibrator… the jolt of pleasure that he’d drawn from me. I press my thighs together, clutching at the sheets.

“No…” I whisper, but it’s too late. The dream has me in its grip now.

His hard body covers mine, his powerful thighs pinning me to the desk. I squirm against him, feeling his cock, thick and heavy, nudging at my entrance. I try to spread my legs, needing to feel him inside me.

But he holds me down, one hand fisted in my hair, the other holding my wrists above my head. The position leaves me completely exposed. At his mercy.

I moan his name, the sound muffled by his mouth devouring mine. His kiss is relentless, demanding, our tongues tangling.

He breaks the kiss, looking down at me with dark, burning eyes. He stills above me, his breath hot on my face. I arch against him, rubbing my body against his, seeking friction, needing to feel him.

He rocks his hips against mine, and the hard length of him teases my entrance. I whimper, trying to move against him, wanting more.

With a groan, he reaches between us, wrapping his hand around his cock. I feel the broad head nudge at my opening, the slick tip breaching me.

“Look at me.” His voice is a command, and I obey.

Our eyes lock as he pushes inside, inch by relentless inch. I bite my lip, suppressing a cry. His jaw clenches as he watches me, studying my reaction.

“You like this, don’t you?” He teases my clit with a fingertip, swirling circles that match the rhythm of his hips.

I nod, breathless. “Yes.”

He eases out, then thrusts back in, setting a slow, deliberate pace. “You like being filled.”

“Yes.” The word is ripped from me as he thrusts deep, stroking that spot inside me that makes my vision spark. “More…”

His eyes burn into mine as he increases the pace, driving into me harder, faster.

“My greedy littledevochka,” he growls, his hand closing around my throat. His grip on my throat chokes off my response, but I don’t need words to communicate my surrender. My body bows beneath him, offering itself to him. I wrap my legs around his waist, needing him closer, needing to feel him in every part of me.

He lets go of my throat, and his hand slides down my body, cupping my ass. He pulls me tighter against him, lifting me to meet his relentless thrusts.

I cry out, caught between pleasure and pain as he fills me completely, over and over. I’m surrounded by him, possessed by him.

“Good girl,” he grits out, his eyes locked on mine. “Take it all.”

The pressure builds, coiling in my core. My body clenches around him, milking his cock as I shatter into a million pieces.

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