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thigh. Nicolas loomed above
me and pushed me back onto the earthy grass.
    He stroked the corner of my eye. “I do love you, lass.”
    It was soft here, so unlike the hard balcony that Nicolas
actually ravished me in. This time, though, he pressed not at my sex with his
fingers, but at my anus, his tongue lapping the arousal that had dripped from
my core. His mouth traveled down my thigh, sucking, biting and reclaiming the juices
that escaped while I had feasted on his flesh. I cried out into the darkness.
Lightning streaked across the sky in both dimensions and it made everything
electric and blue.
    “Mine.” I heard it, felt it and I knew Nicolas meant it.
    I wouldn’t be returning to my isolated, lonely life at the
Seelie court.
    All of a sudden it was light once more, and the sun
reflected high in the sky. Nicolas was the one who looked like the angel now.
The sun shined above him, and his pale skin glittered with sweat. One large
finger caressed my face, then down the curve of my throat, over my erratic
pulse.
    Nicolas was gentle when he pushed his index finger into my
ass, my hole wet from his mouth. I moaned, a soft breathy sound. The tight ring
of muscles clenched around his invasion. I moved away from his finger
instinctively but he took what he wanted.
    He pulled his digit out of my ass to gather liquid from my
core with his unsoiled fingers. He lubricated them, made the tight pink rosette
wet with my arousal. As he traced the star there, his tongue was soft and wet
against my sex. I quivered in anticipation. With long, wet swipes he licked a
line from my ass to my pussy. I trembled in pleasure, in anticipation.
    He thrust two fingers into my back passage. I moaned against
the hand that now only covered my mouth. Nicolas thrust in and out, stretching
and opening me. He was preparing me, and I cried out once more in the pain, the
pleasure, that this knowledge brought.
    His mouth parted in a breathless pant and his fangs gleamed
white. He knelt before me in an action that should have been awkward, but wasn’t.
My lover was many things, but never awkward.
    In the next breath, the next instant, I was torn in half.
Torn and ripped open when Nicolas’ dick pierced my ass. He pulled out and in
the real world he thrust into my sex. Back and forth he stroked, in one end,
out the other. He alternated between reality and fantasy until I couldn’t
distinguish between the two. He was fucking my pussy in the concrete, my ass in
the chaos. I was his now, truly, completely.

Chapter Three
     
    In my dream world, the dewy grass, once so soft on my naked
skin, now itched. In the real world, the hard floor bruised my hands and knees
as Nicolas pressed his powerful strokes into me.
    There was pain. Pain from being too full. Pain from his
fangs when he sliced them across my shoulder. So much delicious pain and I
sobbed incoherently. I could not take it. I was being torn in two.
    “Please.” It was a plea for more, a plea to stop.
    My breasts were full and tender. He attacked me there.
Wherever I wanted him to be, he was there. He was deep inside my body, my mind,
and in my most private places. I could not tell up from down. I could not tell
where I was. There was darkness and concrete and water.
    The sky flickered from light to dark. I smelled the ocean
and then I did not. I heard the waves and then they were gone.
    “Yes.” I gasped, clawed my fingers against the ground. One
delved into the earth, the other scraped against stone.
    Tiny spasms blossomed all over my body and, too late, I
realized this was his magic. The sensation that I was about to burst exploded
with a pleasure so intense my heart stopped beating.
    In my dream world Nicolas’ face was a mask of concentrated
glorious beauty. Fantasy shattered. He pounded into me and his fingers twisted
my clit. In the real world, I was slammed forward against the floor.
    Nicolas bent his head down to my neck. With a growl, he
fisted my hair and exposed my flesh. He was going