Prologue
Dedication:
The quality of being dedicated or committed to a task or purpose.
This book is dedicated to you dear, dear reader, for every fantasy you ever had and those to come. Safe journey, my friends. May there always be a good book in hand and a story to experience. Thank you so much for experiencing this one with me. (Your patience with my grammar is always appreciated.) Also, my family and friends, your encouragement, love, constant patience, and support are everything.
Thank you.
There is a lull of an altered state of mind, registered, just before I’m grabbed from behind in a darkened room.
“Visiting me in the darkness now? Isn’t that nice?” A rough voice sounds in my ear. A gasp escapes my lips as the stranger’s arms grab my own in the darkness. Their other arm encircles my waist as their lips press against mine. I taste warm cognac, making his breath sweet. His fingers gripping my arm release me to run his palm up to my shoulder, pulling me closer and gripping the base of my hair, pins containing my updo cascading down in silky black sheets around my shoulders.
His height intimidates and excites me, his shoulders hunching and drawing into me, further bending my back, curving me to his body. He moans forcefully in his throat, tormented and lustful, making my thighs squeeze in response to his attention. My whole body reacts like I don’t own it; this dream eases me into a sense of false security. My heels leave the ground, and he glides us back into a wall in the darkened room. I don’t know where this room is; I can’t smell or see; I can only feel.
It began like any other dream. It started with a dinner party, and most businesspeople I knew, including my father, as we collaborated with them. I watched myself as I filed countless pieces of paperwork. So, this became another boring dream, convincing me further that I’d over-worked myself, or so I thought. Am I so lonely and desperate?
The man’s bulge against my lower stomach told me this was much more, at least I would like it to be. Teasingly, he smirks, instinctively wanting me to draw his lips to my mouth. But he just leaned into my ear and moaned softly as I felt gooseflesh racing along my skin. His hand brushed the hair from my shoulder, and his breath began lightly murmuring in a language I barely recognized. He licks my ear gently, and oh so gently, my body heats up unbearably. I start to pant as his hands find my breast, slipping them up and out from the confines of my sleeveless gown. The cool air touches my n*****s, making me whimper. His large hands squeezed them while teasing my n*****s.
He is rocking against me, lowering to fit in the crux of my thighs. “Tasting you like this. Oh, how I’ve waited.” He whispers to me with so much longing that my insides clinch as if he were inside me. My back arched as his lips touched the tip of my breast. The heat in me gives way to tiny beads of sweat trickling down my back. Closer and closer, he laps, nips, and sucks. “Mhm,” my voice surprises me as his tongue swirls around my areola, titillating me. My hands find their way tangled beneath the lapels of his dinner jacket, feeling his cool skin beneath the soft cotton is a body honed with muscle and agility. He shivered when my hands reached beneath the buttons I’d managed to open. Touching his skin caused him to shiver beneath my fingertips. My cheeks flushed from his reaction when suddenly my nerves jolted as he licked my n****e, pinching it between his lips. His dark voice of approval rumbled in my palms from the depth of his chest. I knew he felt it when my hips lurched toward his own in response to his ministrations.
Suddenly, I could feel his hands moving the dress down my body, chills erupting as he lifted one of my legs, hooking it over his thigh as he propped us up among the walls. I feel redness flush my cheeks as the heat in my body washes through me unbearably again. I linked my hands around his neck. When his fingers ran smoothly down my body, his mouth returned it up to mine, entwining our tongues together; I tasted the faintness of salt with his warm cognac. I sucked his tongue, attempting to take his essence into me. I was drowning in need. My thighs were slick and wet. His fingers found my folds and impatiently but tenderly began to stroke and rub, building me into one big, frayed nerve with my stomach clenched, and my panting became mixed with moans and soft pleas. He refuses me, “I can’t wait; you have to c*m. I need you; let it go, cum.” I felt released in a way that flooded my body with relief and pleasure, unlike anything I had experienced before, but as soon as it began to ebb, I felt a different kind of need filling my body.
His p***s entered all at once with a striking pain. I gasped. I was quickly grabbing his jacket lapels in a painful and quiet panic. He stilled and didn’t move, and his shoulders had stiffened, his breathing labored. “Breathe and relax.” Taking a deep breath, the pain eased a bit. He began to slowly piston into me, kissing me again. He had slowly built the tension back. This passion was gentle and tender, sweet. I looked up again, trying to see his face. His hair was blond, beautifully white, and slicked back from his face in an arched fashion. He had eyes the color of coal and the skin of alabaster cream that framed a complete set of soft pink lips plump from their kissing.
He smirked into my eyes and thrust against me, snapping his pelvis to mine. The pressure inside me began reeling. Panting and moaning, I let my head lull back to the wall and clenched myself around him as my muscles tried sucking him deeper. He became more intense with his thrust, and his c**k swelled within me. I might burst; he filled me wholly and completely. I became hot again with a coming orgasm. The man moaned loudly, holding me up entirely, bracing me against the wall. I felt my release pour from between us as he ground his c**k deep inside, spilling every last drop into me so thoroughly I could scarcely breathe. I stilled and listened, my fingers and limbs going suddenly numb. What, over already! Abruptly, I saw a shift in my vision; his arms felt lighter, and I began to feel weightless.
“We’re out of time again. You’re closer to me now. I can feel you when I wake. I will find you, Nimarea.”
“What?” I wanted to ask, but no words left my mouth—such an odd end to a dream. The man said nothing but held a sad smile. Then he was gone, my PJs were wet, and my mind was muddled.
