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I was the only one he could touch, even in a dream.

“Fuck me, Héctor.” I broke the kiss and urged him on, my fingers threading into the thick mane of his hair. “I need you to fuck me hard so I know I still have you. I can’t have you in reality, but in my dreamscape, you’ll always be mine.”

“I’m always yours, lamb, and you’re mine,” he said fiercely, his voice husky and rough, and it made my core clench with a burning need.

I loved everything about Héctor. I loved his complexity and simplicity. I loved his rough sexiness and his menace as well.

He thrust into me, his sapphire eyes never leaving my face as if he wanted to commit my every reaction to his memory, as if I was still his whole world.

I arched my back to take him in deeper. He moved on top of me, fast and hard and deep. He didn’t intend to give me a break. And there was no gentleness, just desperate need and fierceness in his movements.

My pussy gloved his cock as it slammed into my molten core again and again.

“Don’t stop, Héctor,” I whispered. “Never stop.”

A rough groan rumbled from his chest, and he fucked me with abandon.

Incredible pleasure ruptured within me, washing away my agony, and grateful tears rolled down my face. My fingernails sank into his firm ass, his hard muscles rippling beneath my greedy hands.

He drove deep into me, intending to claim me again.

He lifted my legs, pressing them against my chest as he shifted to a new position. His heavy-lidded gaze was glued to our locked flesh.

Letting out a short, rough groan, he plunged into my wetness.

“I’ll fuck this sweet pussy outside the dream, soon,” he promised, his gaze darting back to my face. “I’ll come for you. We’ll all come for you. Now feed, my love.”

My eyes moistened. Only in this dreamscape would he still want me and call me love, knowing potent demon blood coursed in my veins.

He pressed his wrist against my lips, hard. “Drink.”

I blinked. Could I feed on him in a dream? I was already beyond grateful that he’d wanted me and was fucking me. But I’d been starved for a long time. I needed his heat to expel the ice in my bones.

I pulled my lips back as my fangs broke out, lengthening.

I bet I looked like a freaking monster, but my lover’s gaze didn’t flinch. Instead, he looked so turned on.

“Sorry,” I said.

My mouth dove toward his wrist. My fangs pierced his skin, sinking into his pulsing, strong vein, and I started to draw in his warm blood.

Héctor was death to others but simmering life to me.

His blood descended onto my tongue like the divine fire, smoothing down my throat. It was so delicious and potent I wanted to cry out in bliss.

I was halfway to orgasm already.

A spark of fire lit in my bloodstream and flooded my veins, purging the venom inside me drop by drop.

My flames, which had been reduced to an ember, arose and met the demigod’s death fire. Together they burned the venom of the devil and the god.

My mate’s blood was a firestorm and a cure to me.

If only this weren’t a dream.

I took another swig of his blood.

Héctor threw his head back and howled in pleasure. His pelvis propelled toward me with strength, his muscles tensing. He thrust into me wildly, his speed blinding and brutal.


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