am to break Anani’s spell. Will you help me?”
That question again. But this time I hesitated. “What do you need?”
His face totally human again, he gazed at me with a mixture of tenderness and lust I’d never seen before. “I need you .” He held out his hand as if expecting me to take it and I would have if not for the cage bars that—that were no longer there. “Come to me.”
It was a dream so I went with it. I took Balam’s hand and he drew me towards him into another place.
* * * *
We stood on the edge of a perfect clearing nestled against the edge of immense trees draped with vines. Soft grass replaced the cold concrete that had been under our feet. Warm sunlight, improbable tropical flowers with multicolored blossoms so bright and fragrant they seemed almost alien. A waterfall splashed down into a small crystalline aqua lake with a tiny strip of white sandy beach sparkling up against the water.
Why didn’t I have dreams like this every night?
“Do you like it?”
“It’s perfect.”
“No, Maya. You are perfect.” With that Balam leaned down and kissed me, lips firm and oh-so-real against mine. When his tongue slipped inside my mouth, I met it gladly with my own, my body melding against his as he pressed a strong hand against my lower back to hold me closer to him. I felt the heat of his groin through the denim of my jeans, suddenly hyper aware of his nakedness ... and magnificent body.
Why did I still have clothes on? Shouldn’t I be naked in this kind of dream? Or at least wearing a whisper-thin slip of silk clinging to my curves and flowing to the ground?
Balam’s hands slipped under my T-shirt to the clasp of my bra, unhooking it with experienced fingers. I guess this jaguar got around. He gently pulled both shirt and hoodie over my head, trapping my arms in the fabric with a firm twist of his hand. I gave a small gasp, heat coiling in my stomach, anticipation mixed with just a hint of fear as he lowered me to the ground, drawing my arms and hands above my head, his green-gold eyes staring into mine.
“What are you doing?”
His lips curved in a seductive smile. “Whatever you want...” His mouth descended on mine in a soul-shattering kiss; lips, tongue, and teeth doing things that drove me wild. I arched up against him, arms straining to be free so I could wrap them around his torso and pull him even closer.
He nibbled on my lower lip, planted little butterfly kisses on my jawline and neck. Then he moved lower, tongue like rough velvet tracing a path from my neck to my collarbone, then down to my breasts. Licking first one nipple, then the other, my dreamworld lover used that deliciously rough tongue of his to tease them both into stiff buds, so sensitive to the touch I almost came on the spot. Balam laughed softly, his warm breath on my skin like an aphrodisiac. One hand slipped down to the waistband of my jeans, unhooking the top button with clever fingers, pulling the zipper down with deliberate slowness, prolonging our anticipation.
His fingers slipped inside my lace thong, teasing the edges of my most sensitive area but never coming into real contact. I growled softly and thrust my hips against his hand, wanting more.
“What do you want?” He smiled down at me, canines lengthening as I watched.
“You.”
I pulled my hands free—or maybe he let them go—and wrapped both arms around his back, feeling the muscles that rippled underneath like steel cables. I nipped at his neck, tasting spices and the salty-sweet flavor of his sweat.
“More,” I growled, not sure if I was thinking or talking out loud at this point.
“You will have more.” He made a guttural sound that could have been a laugh or a growl or both. With one casual sweep of his hand, he ripped my jeans and thong off my body, literally shredded the fabric with a hand that now had claws. The tips grazed my flesh with a slight stinging sensation just short of pain. My nipples stiffened even more, so hard
That question again. But this time I hesitated. “What do you need?”
His face totally human again, he gazed at me with a mixture of tenderness and lust I’d never seen before. “I need you .” He held out his hand as if expecting me to take it and I would have if not for the cage bars that—that were no longer there. “Come to me.”
It was a dream so I went with it. I took Balam’s hand and he drew me towards him into another place.
* * * *
We stood on the edge of a perfect clearing nestled against the edge of immense trees draped with vines. Soft grass replaced the cold concrete that had been under our feet. Warm sunlight, improbable tropical flowers with multicolored blossoms so bright and fragrant they seemed almost alien. A waterfall splashed down into a small crystalline aqua lake with a tiny strip of white sandy beach sparkling up against the water.
Why didn’t I have dreams like this every night?
“Do you like it?”
“It’s perfect.”
“No, Maya. You are perfect.” With that Balam leaned down and kissed me, lips firm and oh-so-real against mine. When his tongue slipped inside my mouth, I met it gladly with my own, my body melding against his as he pressed a strong hand against my lower back to hold me closer to him. I felt the heat of his groin through the denim of my jeans, suddenly hyper aware of his nakedness ... and magnificent body.
Why did I still have clothes on? Shouldn’t I be naked in this kind of dream? Or at least wearing a whisper-thin slip of silk clinging to my curves and flowing to the ground?
Balam’s hands slipped under my T-shirt to the clasp of my bra, unhooking it with experienced fingers. I guess this jaguar got around. He gently pulled both shirt and hoodie over my head, trapping my arms in the fabric with a firm twist of his hand. I gave a small gasp, heat coiling in my stomach, anticipation mixed with just a hint of fear as he lowered me to the ground, drawing my arms and hands above my head, his green-gold eyes staring into mine.
“What are you doing?”
His lips curved in a seductive smile. “Whatever you want...” His mouth descended on mine in a soul-shattering kiss; lips, tongue, and teeth doing things that drove me wild. I arched up against him, arms straining to be free so I could wrap them around his torso and pull him even closer.
He nibbled on my lower lip, planted little butterfly kisses on my jawline and neck. Then he moved lower, tongue like rough velvet tracing a path from my neck to my collarbone, then down to my breasts. Licking first one nipple, then the other, my dreamworld lover used that deliciously rough tongue of his to tease them both into stiff buds, so sensitive to the touch I almost came on the spot. Balam laughed softly, his warm breath on my skin like an aphrodisiac. One hand slipped down to the waistband of my jeans, unhooking the top button with clever fingers, pulling the zipper down with deliberate slowness, prolonging our anticipation.
His fingers slipped inside my lace thong, teasing the edges of my most sensitive area but never coming into real contact. I growled softly and thrust my hips against his hand, wanting more.
“What do you want?” He smiled down at me, canines lengthening as I watched.
“You.”
I pulled my hands free—or maybe he let them go—and wrapped both arms around his back, feeling the muscles that rippled underneath like steel cables. I nipped at his neck, tasting spices and the salty-sweet flavor of his sweat.
“More,” I growled, not sure if I was thinking or talking out loud at this point.
“You will have more.” He made a guttural sound that could have been a laugh or a growl or both. With one casual sweep of his hand, he ripped my jeans and thong off my body, literally shredded the fabric with a hand that now had claws. The tips grazed my flesh with a slight stinging sensation just short of pain. My nipples stiffened even more, so hard
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