Nearby, was a pile of cushions and blankets set up as perfect space to lounge. It was pretty clear what that was for.
Though I was sure dream Luka was trying to get into dream me’s pants, I felt the tension in my shoulders melt away. There was so much peace and simple beauty here. It was more beautiful than any dream I could conjure.
I took a few steps toward the center of the temple and felt fabric rustle against my legs. Looking down, I was surprised to see that I was clothed in a Roman style dress. Long white fabric draped down my body, cinched in with a gold belt. It was airy and comfortable and surprisingly elegant. A slight breeze rustled the fabric, bringing with it the scent of the sea. There was no way this was a dream. It felt so real. “How did you do this?”
“I told you, dreams are my domain.” Luka walked over to me, wearing a shorter version of the dress I wore, an honest to god toga. I smirked. Even in a toga he looked sexy as hell. Though, part of me was disappointed that he wasn’t naked anymore.
I clenched my thighs together at the thought. Why did he drive me so crazy?
“Better?” He asked. “I mean, it’s no damp prison cell.”
“It’s gorgeous,” I said, meaning it. “What is it? Is this a real place?”
“No, but it’s based on some of the ancient architecture I studied as a kid. I grew up in Rome and it reminds me of home. Though, a much more romanticized and not at all historically accurate version.”
“It’s very peaceful,” I said.
“I’ve never brought anyone here,” he said.
“Really?” I asked. “Cause this is like the stuff of every girl’s fantasy.”
“I don’t know,” he said. “Most of the girls I’ve met would rather have a penthouse and Ferrari.”
“Well, I like things simple,” I said. “A penthouse sounds like too much work, too much responsibility.”
He moved closer to me. “Who are you, really?”
“What do you mean?” I asked. “I told, you. Raven, reluctant mage.”
He shook his head, stopping an inch from me. “The Academy doesn’t let in just anybody. You’re someone, you’re just not telling me.”
“If I’m someone, it would be news to me.” I could feel his body heat and my own temperature seemed to rise just from being this close to him.
He brushed his fingers over my upper arm, sending shivers down my spine.
I leaned closer to him, my breathing shallow in response to his touch. “This doesn’t feel like a dream.”
“I assure you, it is.” He leaned down, his lips pausing above mine as if giving me a chance to stop him.
I didn’t want to stop him. My body called out to his, screaming internally for release. I lifted my chin and our lips met.
He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me to him. Our bodies pressed together as his mouth and mine moved in rhythm. Hungrily, I devoured him, unable to get enough of his kiss.
He slid his tongue past my lips, and I met it, massaging it with my own. Tightening his grip on me, his kiss grew more urgent. I moaned into his mouth, feeling the want of that kiss.
My hips pressed against him and I felt his erection against my stomach. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him.
A warm hand cupped my cheek, then moved to my neck before resting on my shoulder. His fingers worked their way under the thin fabric that held up my toga.
I kissed him harder, my lips swollen, my heart racing. I didn’t want him to stop.
Emboldened by my tempo, Luka slid the fabric of my tunic down my shoulder. Then, he moved to the other side, repeating the motion.
The fabric slid down my chest, practically melting away from skin until it pooled at my waist, held up by the gold belt.
He broke away from the kiss and took a step back from me, staring at me with his gorgeous eyes. I was naked in front of him. Well, half naked and all he did was look at me. His gaze didn’t break from my face and despite the fact that my tits were on full display, he didn’t look down.
There was something in that stare that reached down to my very core. It wasn’t just lust, there was something else there. Some connection that I couldn’t explain.
But then again, this was a dream. Maybe I was searching for a reason to justify how wet I was or how badly I wanted to feel this stranger’s cock inside me.
Heat rushed through me in a rolling sensation that was familiar but difficult to pinpoint. Where had I felt that before? Then, I realized I felt something similar when I’d used my magic. Terrified I was about to burst into flame, I pushed the sensation away, and with it, the moment of connection.
This wasn’t love. This wasn’t personal. This was lust. Pure and simple. It was a dream and I deserved to do what I wanted, right?
A few hours ago, everything in my life had been ripped away from me and I was confused and scared and really fucking stressed out. I needed to get my mind off of everything. I needed release.
I needed to fuck this handsome man in front of me until I couldn’t remember my own name. Because at least I still had myself and I might as well enjoy the ride.