Her dream lover of the past eleven months oozed sexuality and was gorgeous enough to make any woman green with envy. Why couldn’t he be real? She moaned in her sleep as she watched his approach. He was completely nude except for the small patch of cloth covering his groin. Muscles rippled with each swaggered step of his six foot plus frame and his black as night shoulder length hair flowed as if a gentle breeze were playing in it and her fingers itched to touch the silky softness. His bright green eyes glowed with passion and they were trained on her as if worshipping her as he came closer. He was a predator and she was his willing prey. God was she willing.
She lounged on the huge bed covered in silky red sheets. The ornately hand carved black wood bed was always the same with its huge headboard and four posts, but the sheets would change color, depending on her mood. Red meant she wanted to be hunted and conquered, black indicated the desire for a more flirtatious and romantic bout of lovemaking while white was for slow, languorous loving with lots of stimulating touching. Hmmm, I wonder if I could go with red, white and black striped sheets. Why not? It was her dream after all. She giggled until his frame towered over her and her body instantly melted into a pool of lust. Oh yes, she was definitely in the mood to be conquered today.
He grabbed her calf and pulled her to the edge of the bed while he pushed her upper body flat on the silk, silently commanding her not to move. He then spread her legs wide and placed the heel of each foot on the edge of the mattress. All of her secrets were now exposed to him and he groaned at her glistening welcome. He kneeled on the floor in front of her offering, holding one dainty ankle securely in each of his big hands and began kissing the inside of one creamy thigh nibbling his way to the ultimate feast.
She quivered at the burning sensation running through her veins, every touch of his mouth sparked anticipation into nerve endings, hinting at the ecstasy that was to come. His full lips were magic on her skin and his tongue was velvety soft and cruel, drawing her closer and closer to her climax. She arched off the bed and cried out when his mouth found her center. He knew exactly how and when to touch her to wring every ounce of pleasure out of her wanton body.
His tongue rolled lazy circles around her sensitive flesh then dipped down to the place she wanted his body to invade and licked a slow path back up to her core once again suckling it until she thought she would explode. He took her to the edge over and over until he finally reared up and crawled up her body like a stalking jungle cat. She wrapped her long legs around his waist as he nestled his hardness against her belly.
“Why can’t you love me Marissa?”
His deep voice washed through her like molten lava. Alexander had asked her this question many times and she always replied with the same answer. She couldn’t love him because he was a dream. However, this time the sadness in his voice laced with urgent need silenced her normal response. How many times she had wished he were real. She knew without a doubt that she would love him if he were here with her in the flesh.
Then for the first time in the whole eleven months he had been visiting her in her dreams, she wondered why he repeatedly asked her this question. Since he was in her dreams she never wondered such a thing, always thought he did it for some subconscious reason she had conjured in her mind. Then a strange and absurd thought occurred to her. Did he have . . . feelings? The intense waves rolling off him through her sure made her think so, but he couldn’t, could he?
“Alexander, why do you always ask me this?” His eyes were deep pools of green despair and she hated that she hurt him even if she didn’t understand how she could be doing so.
“You know I can’t tell you.”
No. He was not allowed to explain to her that he was a Dream Warrior and had visited thousands of human dreams in his lifetime. His people were ruled by the Goddess of Dreams, Mirage and had to abide by her rules or pay the cost. Mirage’s only weakness was love. If any Dream Warrior happened to come across their soul mate, they were given twelve months to make the human fall in love with them. If they achieved this, they would be released from Mirage and be allowed to spend the rest of their lives with their chosen one. If not, an eternity in Hell awaited.
Unfortunately, the odds were stacked against them. They were granted only one chance in their existence, which could be thousands of years to find their true loves and they were not allowed to explain to their chosen any aspect of their lives in the Dream Realm. Most Dream Warriors lost their soul mates because human minds were contained in a rigid box of reality and rarely ventured outside. Very few people could come to understand that the person in their dreams was real and they only had to say they loved them to release them. After all, how could a dream be real?
He knew from the moment he saw Marissa almost twelve months ago that she was the one for him. He didn’t even have to think about telling Mirage that he had found his mate. But now time was running out for him. How could he make Marissa see that he was real? If he didn’t figure it out soon, he would lose her forever. He couldn’t imagine never looking into her sparkling blue eyes or running his hands over her silky skin ever again.
He lowered his mouth to hers and took it in a possessive kiss, claiming her as his. She opened her mouth, welcomed his possession and he groaned. Their tongues tangled and she tasted like heaven. She pushed her fingers deep in his dark hair and held him to her.
“Alexander. Please, I need you now.” She could taste her desire on his lips and it excited her even more.
He broke the kiss and moved his mouth to her nipple, nipping and sucking it. It hardened into a tight peak and she pulled him tightly against her as his tongue tortured every tiny, over-sensitized nerve. When he sucked her deep into his mouth she thought she would come right then, but he pulled back just in time and then positioned his cock at her opening. When she arched her back high into him for more he pushed into her slick body in one smooth thrust, burying himself completely. Her muscles clamped around him, pulling him deeper, holding him. She sighed at the sensation as he began an urgent rhythm in and out, in and out, deeper and deeper.
She met him thrust for thrust and within minutes he threw his head back and let out a feral yell at the same moment she screamed his name. His seed pulsed hot inside her and her muscles clenched harder and harder around him, greedily milking him of every last drop. They lay like that, him inside her, her muscles still clamping around him, relishing the moment for what seemed hours before he rolled to his back and pulled her across him, holding her tight to his chest, running his fingers through her auburn hair.
Marissa knew something was wrong with Alexander. She could feel his frustration beating at her. Were you supposed to feel other people’s feelings in your dreams? She wasn’t for sure, but his seemed very real at the moment.
“Alexander. What’s wrong?” His green eyes penetrated hers to the depths of her soul and she glimpsed pain in them once again.
“We are running out of time.”
“I don’t understand. You are my dream. We can be together forever.”
“Do you think you could ever love me?”
“Alexander, we’ve been over this so many times. I love our dreams, but I can’t love you because you are just my imagination.”
“Then you are lost to me.” He was angry and frustrated. He had to find some way to show her what she needed to do fast or it would be too late for them.
“Alexander you aren’t making sense to me.” For some reason she could feel the tendrils of fear creeping up her spine warning her that something dire was about to happen. She hated when she felt like that. All the feeling ever did was warn of something nasty about to happen in her life, but never warned her of what. If she knew what it was, maybe she could prevent it. If she couldn’t stop it then she didn’t want to be tortured about it in advance.
She tightened her arms around him just as her alarm clock went off and she woke up hugging her pillow.
“Damn! I hate when that happens.” She yawned and pulled the covers back so she could get out of bed. She wished she could sleep twenty-four hours a day. She couldn’t get enough of Alexander. He made her feel complete, loved, wanted and needed, which was utterly silly since he was a dream. Good grief! I am so pitiful.
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Could you let me know where the rest of the Dream Warrior story is. Have you written it yet? Please let me know, I was really enjoying it. Did you make it into a full story? I would enjoy reading the rest of it. Thanks. Tina
I’m so glad you enjoyed reading part of Dream Warrior. I’m sorry that I have sidelined it for a bit to work on other things, but the good part is that I plan to submit it for publication consideration sometime this year. I do have the story complete, and all that needs done is a good editing. I really liked the concept of the story, and had originally planned it to be a series. Not sure where I will take it at this point though. I will keep you posted on when it becomes available. Thank you so much for your comment.