Page 37 of Cruel Kiss

Not here, though. In the fantasy, I slide down to the edge of the mattress and let him hook his big hands behind my knees and drag me the last few inches. He looks at me over the top of those ridiculous glasses, smirks, and licks his lips.

My own fingers move slow. Matching his imaginary pace.

He'd take his time. He'd make me wait.

So I'll do the same to myself.

Look at you,he murmurs against the inside of my thigh in my head, his stubble scraping there, and my hips lift off the bed for real.You spent ten years learning to hate this body.A kiss, higher.What a waste.Another.What a criminal waste of the most beautiful thing I have ever put my mouth on.

He'd say it like that. The baritone purr. Sex in auditory form.

I bite the inside of my cheek hard. It turns me on to think that he doesn't know I'm doing this right now.I'mthe one usinghim,for once, and he's clueless. Serves him right.

Dream-Ronan drags one knuckle along the seam of me and tuts. The glasses catch the moonlight.

So wet already, kotyonok. And I've barely touched you.He cranes his head to see me better through the lenses, professorial, appraising.Is this all for me?

No,I'd say, because I'm a stone-cold bitch even in my own fantasies.

Mm. I beg to differ.

And then his mouth would be on me.

My hand speeds up.

Oh, the patience is the killer. That terrible, unhurried patience. Long, flat strokes of his tongue around the outside, and every time he got close to the hot spot, every single time, he'd feel the giveaways—my thighs tightening around his ears, the ragged moans spilling past my lips—and he'dstop.Pull back an inch. Look up at me over the glasses.

Not yet, I don't think,he'd say.You don't get it that easily.

I'd hate him. I'd beg.

Dream-Cali has no shame. She has both hands fisted in his dark hair, and in addition to the moans, more things are pouring from her mouth now.PleaseandI need it, I need you, I need you so fucking badly.

He'd grin and lick his lips again, shiny with my desire.You've always been an honest one. I like that about you. Tell me more about exactly what you need.

But how could I speak? He's the one who's good with words. I've only got all these illegible feelings stirred up inside me that I can't find a way to express.

He'll have to do the talking and wait for me to confirm.

Luckily, Dream-Ronan has no issue with that.

Do you like when I flick my tongue over your clit like that?

Nod. Yes.

And do you like it when I suck it, slow, into my mouth?

Nod. Yes, God, yes.

What about when I slide one finger inside you? Just one, to start. Do you like feeling how full you get, even from that?

I nod so hard my head presses into the pillow, and my own finger obeys, curling in.

Greedy little thing.The glasses catch the light again as he watches me squirm.Should I give you two?

Yes. Please. Two.

Tell me. Out loud.