Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 94513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
He was here. My dream Bane. His warm, hard body was sliding under the covers with me. I shivered with anticipation. These dreams normally began with him already in bed, but this time, I got to feel as he moved close to me. His hand went over my back. I pressed closer, and his hand stilled.
I heard his sharp intake of breath as his body tensed.
“Ah fuck,” he whispered. “Where are your shorts, pretty girl?”
I’d forgotten about those. My dream was going to be more accurate than I’d expected. I buried my face in his chest to inhale. Bane’s palm was flat on my lower back, making that area tingle from his touch. It began to slowly ease down until his fingertips brushed against the satin and lace of my panties. He let out a ragged sigh, and his hand flinched.
I wiggled against him, not wanting him to stop.
“No,” his low voice scolded me. “Let me hold you. That’s enough.”
I disagreed. I wanted dream Bane to do more than just hold me. But like the real Bane, I didn’t want to anger him. I rubbed my cheek on his pec, loving how it felt. How he smelled. When I moved my leg up to slip between his, he didn’t hesitate. But he never did anymore. I scooted my body closer until his thick thigh was touching the crotch of my panties.
That was wonderful. Why hadn’t I done that before?
A deep noise vibrated in his chest, and my already-hard nipples tightened more. I rocked against him, just the slightest move, not wanting him to tell me no. When he said nothing, I did it again and again. This was even better than my fingers. The ache between my legs turned into a throb.
Bane’s chest rose and fell in short, fast breaths. Did this feel good to him too? His palm felt like a gentle caress as it lowered until it was covering one of my butt cheeks. A satisfied groan came from Bane, and I started rocking harder. The friction building.
“Sweet girl”—his voice was low and thick—“you need to stop.”
No. No, not yet. Please not yet.
I was so close, and I wanted to feel what it was like to orgasm with his arms around me.
His hand crept down until his fingertips were so close to my wet folds that I wanted to plead with him to touch me. Slip his fingers inside me. Oh God. I let out a moan, lifting my bottom back so that it forced his fingers over the fabric sticking to the wetness between my legs.
“Fuck.” His hoarse whisper made me tremble. “Ah, pretty girl.”
I rubbed his thigh, then went back enough that his fingers ran over me too.
I was close. Almost there.
Bane let out a pained groan, and then he did it. His fingers went beneath the fabric until he was touching my clit. I fought back the orgasm, wanting this to last.
“Hot,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my head. “Swollen.” His lips traveled down my face. “Soaked.”
I began to shake as the release came. Nothing had ever felt that good, and this was just my drug-induced imagination. He took his hand away as I eased back against him. His arms locking around me. I began to drift.
The words, “So fucking sweet,” sent a warmth of pleasure over me as I faded.
Twenty-Nine
Bane
She hadn’t woken up. Not the way she was curled up to me like this. Halo awake didn’t get close to me. She kept her distance. But this Halo? Goddamn, she felt so good. Sounded so fucking sexy.
I lifted the fingers that had been in her needy cunt to my mouth and sucked her juices off them. Fuuuuck, that was good. It was sweet. How was her pussy sweet? I wanted to roll her onto her back, spread her legs, and go take it from the source to see if this was real or not.
Her low, even breathing meant she was still sleeping deeply, but I doubted she’d sleep through my tongue lapping at her cunt. She was going to kill me. I shouldn’t have let that get so out of hand. But she had seemed desperate for it. I had worried if I stopped her, she would wake up. That couldn’t happen. I didn’t need her to know about this. I couldn’t lose it. This was all I got of her.
My palm itched to grab her ass and squeeze it. Just holding my hand over it while she made those small thrusts had been torture. Every little jiggle beneath my hand had almost made me crack. I had wanted to dig my fingers into the plump flesh, slap it hard, bite it. Dammit, I had to stop. If my dick throbbed any harder, it might explode. As much as I needed to go get myself off, I didn’t want to leave her this soon. I still had hours before I had go.