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I...I need...” She gasped and tensed her legs, trying to draw him closer. He laughed, every note vibrating against her slick folds as he lashed his tongue over her one more time and then drove it deep into her body, thrusting and teasing as she arched herself higher and finally came with a wild cry, the surge of energy that flowed between them filling him with power.
    He let the dream go, allowing it to blur and slide sideways as it slowly faded back into the ether where it had been created. Frightened, Keri reached for him with a soft cry and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him as the dream ended. In that moment he shifted planes, materializing beside her on the bed. Now he held her as she slept, both of them bathed in moonlight.
    It amazed him that she’d been aware of the shift, sensing when he’d left her dreams. She was more sensitive than he had suspected, which led to some rather interesting possibilities. His hands cupped a breast, feeling the warm weight of it. By Styx, she was amazing, even in the confines of her dreams she had released enough energy that he was nearly drunk with it.
    He leaned down and brushed a kiss to her shoulder, revelling in the way her body melded to his as though she’d been made to his measure.
    He’d take her soon, letting her wake from her dreams and into a reality where he was real and wanting her.
    He knew that was the moment some turned from him, terrified of what he was and what he meant to their ordered understanding of the universe, but he was certain that Keri wouldn’t fear him.
    He’d lost so much in the centuries he’d been captive; time with family and friends, so many lost chances. The universe owed him this much at least, he wanted Keri and he’d do anything to keep her, anything to end the loneliness.
    He let his hands drift over her body, learning every curve and line. She was more beautiful than her dreams had revealed, lush and soft and perfect. He nuzzled into her red hair, inhaling the scent of jasmine and her own sweet perfume. When she moaned and wiggled closer he bit back a groan as her ass pressed against his cock, already hard and growing harder with every passing moment. Dream sex was better than nothing, but it couldn’t begin to reduce the need he felt for this woman, not after more than two centuries of being alone.
    Gently he let one hand stroke down to her uppermost leg, coaxing it to drape over his thigh. As her thighs parted he could smell the scent of her arousal, tempting him to dip his fingers into her sweet honey and taste her. He let his fingers graze over her labia and she moaned again, her hips bucking lightly against the light contact. Even asleep she was a sensual creature, and Alistair knew taking her here, on this plane would be an unforgettable pleasure. He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, savoring her essence before returning them to her sex, gliding over her slick folds until he knew she was ready for him.
    Keri woke slowly, the delicious sensations coming from her sex impossible to ignore. She felt thick pressure and opened her eyes just as her dream lover arched his hips and pressed his cock into her heated core, claiming her an inch at a time.
    She gasped as he filled her, then panic clamped around her chest and choked her as she realized she was no longer dreaming.
    Alistair held her close, not moving as he whispered in her ear. “It’s me Keri, just me.” He flashed her a smile as she twisted her head to stare up at him in shock and confusion.
    “Alistair ?” Fear warred with amazement as she tried to make sense of what was happening. Her dream lover was behind her, making love to her, but she wasn’t asleep any more.
    “Aye, Keri. I’m here.” He leaned over to brush a tender kiss to her lips.
    “But you can’t be here, you’re not real.”
    “Now that’s where you’re wrong my beauty.” He shifted his hips, moving his cock deeper inside her. “I’m real, and I’m here, and