Chapter 16 - The Dream Synopsis

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I'm running.

Running so hard my bare feet have long gone numb from the impact. My flowing ball gown dirty from the wet forest floor, material clinging to my legs now soaked from the downpour.

I just keep running. Panting for breath, terrified. Is someone chasing me? Or something? Am I escaping? How did I get here? My mind is racing over all the possibilities of how I got into this situation, so much so that I don't see the man until I barrel into him, sending us both tumbling to the floor.

"Oof" he exhales as he hits the floor, turning his attention quickly to me "Are you okay m'lady are you hurt? I've been out here looking for you for hours" his familiar voice laced with concern as his arms wrap around me. A sense of calm and security wash over my trembling body as he lightly strokes the back of my hair "You're safe now".

"We have to keep running" I plea with him after a few seconds of calm, looking up to see those familiar chocolate eyes. "Eddie?"

"It's Sir Munson, knight of the realm to you actually Princess. But as no one is around you can call me Eddie if you like" he grins a twinkle of mischief in those eyes before he looks up to survey the area. "What were you running from anyway? Are you okay?" he asks turning back to me, curious.

"I don't remember, I..." I trail off, brain malfunctioning slightly as I take in his uniform. He wears an all black armour made of leather and metal. Stacked, studded shoulder caps making his already broad shoulders look stronger. He looks deadly and mouth wateringly inviting at the same time. Even the sword mounted on his back had an obsidian hilt with red slivers of magic pulsing through it. Just as my brain had finished resetting he spoke, his voice now laced with something more gruff and flirtatious.

"You like what you see there Princess?" he asks, leaning closer to me as we still sit on the forest floor.

"Mmhmm" is all I can manage to get out before he slides his hand into place against my jaw, pulling me into a kiss, fingers curling around the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. When our lips finally touch it's electric, sending shockwaves through me as I run my hands over the stiff outer shell of his armour to wrap around his neck and pull him further down into me.

In response he rolls me over, in one quick movement. Now hovering above me as I lay amongst the soft leaves. The kiss still enveloping both of our conscious minds as the hazy rush of serotonin takes me to another plane of existence. I seize his bottom lip between my teeth and nip at it as he moans hungrily, resting his forehead against mine.

We're both panting for breathe, dazed by our lust. When his lips return to mine everything feels more urgent, like we don't just want but need each other. I feel his hips start to gyrate and move against mine eliciting a small moan from my mouth.

"Princess..." he groans quietly in my ear, voice now husky, "Please don't tease me, I know I'm not good enough for you" he pleads, softly kissing down my neck, his arm now moving down to brush against my waist. I turn my head to whisper in his ear.

"Who said I'm teasing you?" I coo seductively. Reaching to tilt his chin back towards me as his kisses near the cusp of my bosom. I want nothing more than for him to rip my dress clean off right here and now. His hungry eyes mirrors of my own, as he meets my gaze; "I only want you Eddie. No one else" pulling him back up for another kiss. Wrapping my legs around his waist, his strong hands moving instinctively down to rest on the side of my hips. Softly guiding them in time with his own.

"Are you sure about this Sweetheart?"

"As sure as I've ever been about anything in my life" I confirm against his lips, feeling his turn up in a smile at my words. He returns to kissing down my body, lifting the hem of my skirt and trailing his lips up the inside of my thigh, my heady gasps at his touch quickly turn to a deafening screech. I wake up with a start at the blare of my alarm. Rolling over to slam my hand down on the clock.

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