Page 23 of At A Dreamwalkers Mercy

Then her hands fisted on his shirt and pulled.

Fucking pulled.

He had meant for this to be a quick kiss before he took her inside and got her some food. But now… now his dick was aching and any thoughts he had were scattered. All he could focus on her here hands on his chest.

Clenching

Fisting

Pulling him in.

As if she wanted him.

Wanted him closer.

It was more than he could take.

He twisted his head and kissed her deeper, nipping and sucking on her lips like they were the finest meal he was going to get on death row. He bit at her lip, her gasp making his already hard dick jerk, before he licked at the spot. Her tongue coming out to hesitantly caress his.

Fuck.

If he didn’t pull back, this was going to go farther than it should.

He was supposed to be going slow with her.

Just because they had dream-walked with each other and shared in that world, didn’t mean that this wasn’t new. He pulled away, rubbing his thumb over her neck, where his dirty fingers had left a mark.

“Sorry,” he whispered, not all that sorry that his mark was there on her neck for anyone to see, even if it was just a smear of dust.

“I don’t care.” He scanned her face and saw that she was telling him the truth.

She really didn’t care.

Fuck, she was perfect for him.

She didn’t care that he was covered in dirt and sawdust.

She didn’t care that she was pressed up against him and was probably covered in it as well now too.

She just smiled.

Fuck.

His knees nearly buckled as it hit him.

He loved her.

“Can we have dinner, just us?” she asked, and that spot in his chest burned just a bit more.

“Yeah, little one.” Her cheeks blushed pink.

He was a goner.

Time to show her why she should love him.

When her eyes twinkled up at him as she leaned into his body, he wondered if maybe she already did.

Chapter 10

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