Phantom Lover

restricted chapter 1

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Closing her eyes,Erin inhaled the warm, manly scent of V'Aidan's skin.

He ravished her mouth with passion as his tongue swept against hers and his teeth gently nipped her lips.

Now this was a dream.

He was a dream.

A perfect, blissful moment worth savoring.

She heard him growling like a wild beast as he trailed his lips down her jaw and buried them against her throat.

Licking.

Teasing.

Inciting her desire.

Every nerve ending in her body fired at his touch.

She burned for him.

Her breasts swelled, wanting to feel the strokes of his tongue across the taut peaks while his hands held her.

Her core throbbed with an aching, demanding need.

He lifted his head to gaze down at her and it was then that the rest of the scene filled itself in.

The two of them stood outside on a bright, moonlit knoll.

The peace of the moment comforted her.

She smelled the damp pine around them, heard the bubbling of a nearby waterfall.

Their clothes melted from their bodies as he laid her down on the ground, which, oddly, wasn't hard.

The moss under her was softer than a cloud, and it contrasted sharply with his hard muscles pressing down on her.

She liked this dream much, much better.

"You are gorgeous," she whispered, staring at his sleek long dark hair falling around his face.

His body was lean, meticulously defined, and flawless.

Never had she seen a better-looking man.

She reached up and traced the sharp arch of his dark brows over those silvery-blue eyes.

The color of them was so intense, it took her breath.

Then she trailed her fingers down the stubble of his cheeks to his hard, sculpted jaw.

She was so grateful to him.

So happy to have him hold her after the terror the monsters had put her through.

For the first time in weeks, she felt safe.

Protected.

And she owed it all to him.

V'Aidan captured her hand in his and studied her fingers as if he'd never seen anything like them.

There was such a tender light in his gaze that she couldn't understand what caused it.

Moaning so deep in his throat that it vibrated through her, he led her hand to his mouth and ran his

tongue over the lines on her palm.

His tongue stroked her flesh with featherlike caresses while his teeth gently nipped her fingers and palm.

His eyes shuttered, he seemed to savor the very essence of her skin, her touch.

Her taste.

Erin shivered at the hot look on his face as he kissed her again.

His hands roamed her body, stroking and delving, seeking out every part of her, and stoking her inner fire until she worried it might completely consume her.