Page 44 of Beauty

And Shim is a dirty boy.

I want to touch…breasts. Touch…

How can I even think when his hand keeps stroking his cock?A cock is a marvelous thing. Long and thick, it’s like a lightning rod thatattracts pleasure. Shim’s heartbeat is steady and strong, his hand moving upand down. An image strikes me, slamming into my head with gentle force.

He wants to spread my legs. He wants to take that cock andenter my body, joining us together.

We would be naked, not a stitch between us, only warm fleshthat fits together perfectly. He would cover me, his chest to my breast,bellies rubbing, legs entangled. Even our toes would kiss. His mouth would sinkonto mine, his tongue fusing us together as his cock lays claim.

My whole body relaxes.

Touch…

He wants me to touch myself. My breasts. I put a hand to mybreast, his satisfaction pulsing across our connection. He wants to hold mybreasts in his hands, cupping them, playing with the nipples.

It isn’t enough. Without opening my eyes, I undo the buttonson my bodice, the cool air caressing my breasts. My nipples tighten.

Ours.

I push the sides of my bodice away, cupping my own breasts.I don’t feel my hands. I feel big, masculine hands on my body. I pinch mynipples, the image of what Shim wants playing in my brain. He wants to own mynipples. He wants to roll them in his fingers, dress them up with jewels.

I pull at my nipples, feeling the heat of his mouth. This iswhat I want. Shim wants to suck my nipples. He would start with kisses, likepixie wings on my skin. He would cover my flesh with soft kisses, and then Iwould feel the long, slow lick of his tongue.

Yes, love…what I want…

I send the image out. I want it, too. I want his mouth onme, devouring me like a treat after a hard day’s work. His tongue flicks aroundmy nipple, making it a hard nub. It stands straight up, pointing to my mouth,begging for more.

The rough edge of his teeth drags along my nipple. It’s awickedly decadent feeling, running on the right side of pain. He bites at mynipple and then sucks it into his mouth with lavish affection.

It feels so good. The sensation races from my nipples todeep in my pussy where an ache begins.

And all the while I feel the tug on his cock, his stronghand running the length. There’s a wetness at the tip. His seed. That’s whatthe women call it.

Cum, love. That’s…cum.

The head of his cock is covered in a silky fluid. It easesthe way of his hand to stroke from bulb to base and back in an easy, slowmotion. He loves this. He does this often, and when he does, he thinks of me.When he strokes his own cock, it’s always with my pussy in mind. He alwayscloses his eyes and sees me, as I am in their dreams. I would be over him, mybreasts bouncing as I ride him like a horse. I would be under him, covered byhis body, open to him. I would be tied up and awaiting his pleasure, my ass inthe air.

Such images assault me, making me gasp at the sheereroticism that plays through his mind. He thought up a thousand scenarios, athousand ways to have me. It’s his pastime—dreaming of ways to fuck me.

He has so many plans. He would dominate me. He would takecare of me. He would fuck me over and over and over until I can always feel himinside me. Until he can be a thousand miles away and still feel his cock in mypussy.

He’s hot. So hot. His touch sparks across my skin, littleflames licking at me.

This is where the fire comes from. It comes from Shim.

I move on the bed, restless and alive. I feel more alivethan I have in years. My whole body is awake, but I’m missing something.

Where is my other Dark One?

Does he have a name? His face is the same as Shim’s. Whyisn’t he here with us?

Hush, love…holding the connection…holding…pissed hecan’t join in…

Shim moves down my body, kissing my breasts and the valleybetween them. He wants to see me tied up. It’s an odd image, one I might turnaway from, but I can feel how much he wants it. He wants to see me wrapped inthin ropes, the ties elaborate, reminding me of the tortoises who lumber downthe road from time to time. He would bind me and then take his time creatingthe design, my body his canvas. He’s an artist with the rope, spending hoursand hours practicing on women in some odd place. I can see it as though sharinghis memories. An elegant place not of this plane. The Vampire plane. It has tobe. There’s no other place with lights that carry no flame, wood that isn’twood under my feet. Shim would tie the women up, but he never touches them forhis pleasure. That is reserved for me and me alone. Everything is for me. Allthe training, all the pain. To be with me.

Tears pool in my eyes. What a lovely dream I’m having.

Not…don’t…listen, Bronwyn…