This kiss is different than the others the man and I have shared. I’m in full control. He’s letting me set the pace—I am kissing him. After a few moments, he pulls out of the kiss and rests our foreheads together.

“Princess,” he whispers, rubbing his nose against mine affectionately.

“Please, sir,” I answer back, not really sure what I mean, or entirely want I want—except to get lost in this man, wanting to fall back into his warmth and the pleasure I know can be found there. I don’t want to slip back into my nightmares or think about anything else except the feelings he creates within me.

Rolling me completely onto my back, the man hovers over me.

He trails light, barely-there kisses down my face that have me squirming and

sighing with pleasure—laving, nipping, and sucking on the skin above my

collarbone, no doubt leaving his mark.

“Sir,” I cry out in shock as he suddenly flips onto his back, somehow taking

me with him. I’m now sprawled awkwardly on top of his hard body, looking down into his twinkling golden eyes.

Gliding his hands down my body, I gasp as he grips the tops of my thighs and pulls them apart. I now have his hard body between my legs. My heart is racing as I push against his hard chest to a sitting position. I’m naked, straddling an equally naked man.

He’s grinning up at me as his warm hands grip my hips gently. The circling

caresses against my skin his thumbs are making have me rocking against his body.

“Sir?” I ask, unsure of what to do next.

Even in my naughtiest fantasies, I never really imagined what it would be like to have a man laid out beneath me and letting me take control. Not that I believe I am ever truly in control when it comes to this man. But at this moment he is allowing me to pretend—to explore.

“Touch me, Princess. Do whatever you want.” His voice rings with a gentle

sincerity.

Slowly, I move my palms across his chest, feeling the solid—real—warmth

beneath them. This man is my momentary reality. All I want to do is kiss him again.

So I give into the urge.

Leaning forward, I press a kiss against his throat. It gives me a thrill to feel his pulse pounding beneath. Next, I kiss the man’s jaw, flicking my tongue against his stubble. The hands resting on my hips flex, but he makes no move to take over.

“Hi,” I whisper, suddenly shy when we’re nose to nose.

“Hiya,” he replies. His copper eyes are twinkling in the darkness, and his lips are twitched up slightly into a grin.

I lean down and take his full lips with my own, marveling at how soft they

are, how much I love the taste as I run my tongue along their seam. He opens up, and I flick my tongue against his. The man shivers against me, and he moans.

While his hands never move from their resting spot on my hips, his fingertips twitch and dig into my flesh.

My hands on his chest find his nipples through the smattering of coarse dark

hair. The man moans appreciatively as I begin to tease and touch him, instinctively touching him the way I enjoy being touched.

Leaning down, I kiss and suck on the warm salty skin of his neck. A thrill of pleasure courses through me as I feel his moans of pleasure against my lips. I scoot down his body slowly, leaving a trail of kisses. The man doesn’t make any move to stop me or take over. I freeze for a second when I feel his hardness beneath me, which wasn’t there before.

“Fuck, Princess,” he groans out as I take one of his nipples between my lips

and suck it to the roof of my mouth. His hands move up my body and tangle in

my hair.

Lifting myself onto my knees, I slowly continue to move down his body, following the trail of hair from his navel down to his thick cock.

“Fuck,” he mutters as I gently grasp him in my hand, feeling his weight and

girth.

Leaning forward, I take a tentative lick of the mushroomed head, not knowing what I’m doing or even if I really want to try and suck this man off. It’s not an act I have enjoyed. But I find, for this man, I’m willing to try.

“Not tonight, Princess,” he says, interrupting my thoughts by fisting my hair tightly—stilling my movements.

“You don’t want me to?”

“I think my cock is making it pretty clear it wants nothing more than to be in that sexy mouth of yours. But I’m tabling its decision until later.”

Doing an impressive ab-curl, he reaches down and takes hold of my arms, dragging me back up his body so we are once again face-to-face.

“Who are you?” I wonder aloud. Who is this man of confusing

contradictions?

A shadow of some unknown emotion flits across the man’s face before he quickly clears it into his seemingly normal stoic demeanor.

“I’m a man who needs to get some sleep.”

“But what about … ?” I ask vaguely, gesturing toward his erect cock.

Ignoring my question the man flips us so I’m once again safely tucked against his body. Then he pulls up the covers and tucks us back underneath.

“No more nightmares, Princess” he commands tersely before placing a

confusingly sweet kiss on my forehead.

I’m left reeling. Who is this man?

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LILY