I had been dreaming about a man for as long as I could remember. It started when I was about 12. He was just always there watching me.
Just watching.
His eyes were blue and ancient.
Sometimes he was there and sometimes he wasnt.
On my 18th birthday it all changed. I dreamed of him asking for me to open up for him.
He wanted to fuck me and I was compelled to let him do so.
I know it sounds stupid, that this was just a dream. But I swear I could feel every lick, every movement of his hands.
And when he was ready to enter me, I felt him slide into my slickened folds just before my alarm began blaring.
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Daughter of the Dark: Brotherhood of Death
ЧиклитCassandra is from a long line of witches but prefers to steer clear of magic. Her dreams say differently. They guide her to a mysterious man with blue eyes... a death god hell bent on claiming her as his own. Hades has waited a thousand years for Ca...
