Dirty Dreams

"You like that?" he whispered in my ear.

I gasped, my back arching off the bed as his fingers moved inside me, keeping me perfectly on the edge of ecstasy.

My eyes were shut tight as he used one hand to keep my wrists locked tight above my head and the other to bring wave after wave of pleasure without letting me fall over the edge.

"Yes," I panted. "Gods, please, let me come."

"Not the Gods. Just me," he murmured above and released my hands. I slid them over his shoulders and back, feeling his muscles ripple as he settled himself between my legs. He slid his hands down to my wait, his hold becoming softer, gentler. I slid a hand in his hair as he pressed his lips to mine. He kissed me sweetly, so tenderly. I felt his hardness pressed against the softest part of me and couldn't stop the moan from slipping out. He slid his tongue into my mouth.I could taste myself on his mouth from when he had buried his face between my legs and made me beg and plead until he allowed me to come.

"Say my name Poppy," he murmured as he positioned himself at my entrance. He like the waiting, the wanting. The anticipation.

My eyes flew open, and I gasped as he slid inside me in one powerful thrust. Our eyes clashed together and we moaned in unison. His normally icy blue eyes were liquid fire now. "You feel so fucking good," he groaned in my ear.

He snapped his hips fast and hard, the bed creaking along with each thrust, until I gave him what he wanted. I dug my fingernails into his back and cried out, "Yes, Kieran. More, please."

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My eyes flew open. I took a deep breath as reality came rushing back to me. I was curled on my side, one hand under my pillow, the other curled around the blanket tucked up to my chin. My eyes darted around, taking in my surroundings. I was in my and Casteel's chambers. Sunlight was peeking through the translucent curtains. Slowly, I relaxed, the tension leaving my limbs. I was tucked into Casteel's chest. I could taste his arousal on my tongue, and I definitely felt something hard poking me in the back.

He pulled me closer to him when he realized I was awake.

"Good morning, my Queen," he murmured, his voice still husky from sleep.

I smiled and snuggled closer to his chest. "Morning, my King."

He pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder. Neither of us had a stitch of clothing on, and I could every outline of his body pressed up against mine.

"You were having a very interesting dream there."

I froze. The dream came to me in a rush. Kieran on top of me... inside me. The way I begged him to let me come. The kisses we shared. I felt the blood drain from my face and then flood back in. I was sure my face was flaming red when I flipped over onto my other side so I was facing my husband.

He had a teasing little grin on his face as he played with a lock of my hair. "What are you talking about?" I demanded, yanking the hair from his fingers.

He pouted at the loss but the grin didn't stay off his face long. "Just that I woke up to the smell of honeydew and you moaning in your sleep." He pulled the blanket off of me so I was exposed to the chilly air coming in from the open balcony. His eyes trailed down my body. I don't think I would ever get used to the way his eyes darken with lust everytime he sees me. It's the most heady feeling knowing that I have this affect on him.

He leaned down and pressed an open mouthed kiss to my breast, flicking his tongue over my nipple. I gasped in pleasure as he did it again. "Tell me about it."

"What?" I couldn't focus on his words.

He life his head from my chest. "Tell me about the dream."