Almost as soon as I close my eyes, I know he is here and I can see we are in, what I always think of as our field. In the middle of the field, laying on the grass, staring up at the sun is Dream Guy. Although he is surrounded by such natural beauty, all of that pales in comparison next to him. He is laying on his back with his arms bent behind his head, so they are acting as his pillow. The bend in his arms makes his strong bicep look bigger and strained against his plain white t-shirt. The shirt fit perfectly across the hard planes of his chest and the slight see-through white colour makes his abs seem even more defined than usual. The bend in his arms pulls his t-shirt up, leaving a small patch of escaped skin on his lower stomach, before his jeans and belt begin. I can see his pale white skin stretched over taut muscles, and the perfectly sculpted V is visible, leading from his lower abdomen around his hips. The dark black jeans are thrown almost dangerously low and as my eyes rake over that delicious V, I can see it pointing to a little trail of short black hair that disappears down into his jeans, and I can’t help but stare. It’s almost like the hair is an arrow directing me to where I want to go most. I know I’m drooling and my head is filled with sexy thoughts just looking at him.
I’ve never felt like this before. This feels so much more intense than any other dream that I have ever had, it feels so real. As I stare at him, I can sense my temperature rising, almost like my blood is boiling. My pulse is racing so fast that I’m surprised you can’t hear it beating out loud. The hairs on my body are standing on end, but it’s the heat pooling in my lower abdomen that’s causing me to clench my thighs together. I’m so incredibly turned on and despite my dreams never taking a sexy turn before, today I am really hoping that it will.
I feel my body begin to squirm in an attempt to quell the delicious ache between my legs, and of course this is the moment that he looks up and realises I’m here. Despite a momentary flash of shock on his face, almost like he can’t believe that I am here, that soon disappears and I see his face light up. If I thought he was beautiful before, it’s nothing compared to how he looks when he smiles. But of all his smiles that I have come to recognise in our time together, this one is my favourite. His gorgeous green eyes are wide and shining brighter than the colour should be able to. His smile is the biggest that I’ve ever seen, taking up most of his face and making it seem like he is practically glowing. Most of the time he has a dark and brooding look that makes him appear sad, lost and full of angst, but when he sees me, all of that disappears and his eyes, that almost sparkle in the light, rake over me like I’m the most beautiful girl in the world.
Wow, my imagination really has done well with this fine specimen of a man. His eyes begin roaming my body and it feels as though his gaze is leaving a burning path along the road it travels. Looking down to check I am not physically burning, as that is how hot his lazy perusal has left me feeling, I realise I don’t recognise the clothes that I am wearing. My newly highlighted purple and blonde hair is curled and flowing down both sides of my face. I am wearing a little white vest top that has a sweetheart neckline to accentuate my cleavage in an amazing way, and clings to my body like a second skin that is much tighter than I’m used to. The dark ripped, skinny jeans accompanying it hugs all of my curves in just the right way. They hang low on my hips, and a patch of skin between my shirt and jeans is visible, where it never would normally be. Although the clothes are similar in style to what I would normally wear, they have so much more sex appeal and I can’t help but feel sexy wearing them. That feeling intensifies as his green eyes glaze over and I can feel him taking in my new powerful appearance, whilst undressing me with his eyes. I am beginning to feel naked under his heady gaze.
I grin at him and that gorgeous smile I love so much returns. He stands up to walk towards me, and I’m momentarily shocked because this is new. Normally, the dream begins with us sat together with me in his arms, but now he is striding towards me with a hunger in his eyes and it sets off a fire in my belly.
“Hello, gorgeous. You look so beautiful today.” He says with a voice that’s so silky smooth it makes my stomach flutter, and feel as though it’s full of butterflies. I have never heard him talk before and didn’t think it was possible for a voice to have such an intense effect on me. I know now that I will never be happy to ever have him silent again in future dreams. His voice feels like heaven and almost like a drug, after just one hit I’m addicted. All the lust and sex appeal is still very new to me and because I struggle to deal with it, I convert back to my unsure, geeky self. That girl is someone who struggles socially, particularly when talking to gorgeous men, and Dream Guy is so much more than gorgeous, bordering on devastatingly beautiful in fact, that I cannot help the verbal diarrhoea that escapes.
“You can talk?” I squeak out nervously, whilst wringing my hands together in an anxious gesture.
I know that sounds like a really stupid question, but what can I say, blood is currently flowing to an area that is most definitely not my brain. He laughs at my question, and now my heart is really gone. It is the sexiest laugh I have ever heard and I feel sure, right then, that my brain has to have conjured this man up because he is simply too perfect for anything about him to be real.
“Yeah I do, but I don’t know why. Not that I don’t love listening to your beautiful voice, but actually being able to talk to you is not usually how it works, and it’s amazing.” He explains in a melodic voice that I could listen to forever. But as I said, blood is only flowing in one direction and this causes me to focus solely on the words in his statement that get me the most hot under the collar. I can’t help how that makes me respond.
“That’s twice now that you have called me beautiful.” I state, whilst staring up at him through my long eyelashes to catch a glimpse of his response. I know I’m stating the obvious, but now that I know he is able to hold a conversation with me, it makes me tongue-tied and lost for words.
He takes a step towards me and my heart starts to race, and the glint in his eye gives off the impression that he heard the acceleration, causing one side of his lip to curl up into a sexy, knowing smirk. He knows the effect he is having on my body and he loves it. Tentatively, he begins moving towards me, almost afraid that he is pushing things too far and any minute it may be taken from us, but before I know it he is standing directly in front of me. I’m shocked that my body responds even more to his proximity and every nerve ending feels like they are on edge. It’s almost as though his body is calling out to my own, and I’m more than willing to eagerly reply.
His face is now so very close, but surprisingly, I cannot feel his breath as I should be able to. When he licks his lips, it draws my gaze to the movement and leaves me hypnotised, forgetting any questions I had. My every thought is now consumed with those luscious lips and the idea of what they would feel like pressed against my own, and how he would taste. Biting my lower lip in response to the growing wetness between my thighs, the rational part of my brain is trying to prevent my body from acting on the primal urges I’m feeling, and to start being ruled by my head not my hormones. But as I look at him, he appears to be fighting the same internal battle and it’s clear I have the same effect on him, that he does me.
His hand comes up to gently tug my lip out from between my teeth and then he runs the pad of his thumb across my lips, and I can’t stop the tiny gasp of breath that escapes. A shiver snakes down my spine filling me with a heat I’ve never felt before, and he tucks my hair behind my ear, whilst allowing his palm to gently caress my cheek. His delicate, tender touch is driving me crazy with lust, as I have never had anyone treat me so delicately before. I can’t help but move my arm to his side and grab hold of his t-shirt to steady my balance. It’s almost like my body is intoxicated by him and I cannot get enough. Fear causes me to fist his t-shirt tighter into my hands, as I am scared that us finally being this close is too good to be true and he might disappear, so I am gripping his shirt making it clear I’m not letting him go.
“Why are you touching me like I might br
eak?” I ask him, desperate to hear more of his voice.
“You are so delicate, but mostly I am checking that you are real and are not going to disappear on me.” He replies, with a husky tone that does not disappoint.
His confession that he believes he created me, and that I am his illusion rather than the other way around leaves me reeling. There’s a very small part of my brain that keeps trying to remind me how insane this is, but honestly, I stopped listening to that voice weeks ago. I have been wishing for my dreams to go further for ages and it finally looks like I’m going to get my wish.
Feeling a rush of braveness come over me, I place the hand not gripping his t-shirt onto his cheek and caress it. I’m struck by the contrasting feel of smooth, ice-cold skin and his sharp, scruffy stubble. I love the contrasting sensations and cannot stop my mind from wondering what that stubble would feel like between my legs.
In an attempt to drag my mind away from that amazing line of thought, I begin moving my hand down to stroke over his neck and then down to his shoulder. I’m surprised as I drag my hand over the pulse point on his neck, that I cannot feel his heart pounding, because I’m sure he would be able to feel mine, but what shocks me the most is how icy-cold his skin feels compared to mine. It’s so cold that it makes my temperature seem hotter, and I feel like my touch has the potential to melt away next to his icy skin.
Gently, with almost a feather-light touch, I trace my fingers over his biceps and he stands frozen. This is all new for both of us. Normally he holds me and I talk, but I have never really touched him. Now that I can, it’s like a force of electricity is building inside of me and I feel powerful and confident, so nothing is going to stop me touching him again. It’s so much more than the fact he makes me feel beautiful, I can’t explain it, I just feel alive with him.
My hand caresses across his rock hard chest and I am desperate to drag my hand over what I am sure will be a very delectable six-pack. But I know when I do that I won’t want to stop there and we aren’t quite ready for that step yet, even in my dreams. First, I want to feel his lips on mine. So I take the hand from his hip and fist his t-shirt in the centre of his chest, whilst pulling him in to close the gap between us. My breath catches when I see the way he looks at me and his hand moves to the back of my neck. Time feels like it is moving painfully slow, but at the same time everything feels perfect. Gorgeous green eyes stare into mine to silently ask the question that I have longed to hear on his lips since I first dreamt him up.
“Can I kiss you now?” he whispers, as though finally saying the words might break the trance we both appear to be in.
“If you don’t, then I will kiss you,” I reply, with a confidence I didn’t know I had, and a cheeky smirk to match it.
He chuckles at my response and I’m shocked by how deep and gravely my voice is when I speak. I sound like a sex-starved girl, panting for more, which I know I technically am, but I have never heard my voice sound so sexy before.
“I like either way, but my way I am in control.” He says with a husky tone that causes heat to pool between my legs.
I’ve always been a strong and independent girl, but for him, I instinctively know I would be anyone and do anything. As I smile to confirm I am very much interested, I see a cocky smirk creep across his face telling me how much he likes the idea of having control over me sexually. Smirking with a cocky confidence, he drags me forward with a gentle roughness until our bodies collide and a very sexy growl tears from his throat. I can’t believe that I, Ella Storm, am turning someone on enough to make them growl. But before you talk about it being a dream, I do not care. I’ve never heard a guy growl before, and it is easily the sexiest thing that I have ever heard.
The hand behind my neck holds me in place, whilst his other hand gently tilts my chin upwards. His hard body is pressed against mine and I’m gripped in place by his hips. I pucker and lick my lips in excitement, taking one final look into his gorgeous emerald eyes, I feel as though he is staring into my soul. The hairs on my arms are standing upright and the muscles in my lower abdomen are clenching. I feel dizzy with desire and it’s as though the world around me starts to spin when his lips come closer, finally almost touching mine.
Before I get chance to feel his lips on mine, a pain shoots through my lower abdomen. It is obviously so much more than just anxious twisting or butterflies caused by lust. This is a deep, heavy pain that makes me jump away from him and clutch my stomach, but his hands never leave me. That is when I feel it, on my lower right side, the part of my body where the lower abdomen meets the curve of my hip bone. The part of my body, that just a few seconds ago was moulded against the hard hips of the man still holding me, but now the skin feels as though it is actually on fire rather than just burning hot with desire. It feels like someone is setting a small patch of skin on my hip alight and I can’t help the scream that erupts from me. I have never felt such intense pain before.
That wave of forceful pain subsides slightly, but my whole body feels like it is burning up. Then another wave of pain starts ripping through that exact spot on my hip, causing me to cry out again. I feel sweat start to drip from my forehead and I pant in quick breaths to try and get control over the pain. I am very aware that I’m gripping onto him tightly, probably leaving nail marks on his skin, but I think he is the only reason I am not on the floor right now because he is holding me upright.
“Hey beautiful, tell me what’s wrong. Where do you hurt? What’s happening? Are you sick?” The words tumble quickly out of his mouth and his voice is filled with fear and confusion, almost like he knows this is a dream and so this should not be happening.
With all the pain, for a split second, I had forgotten he was here with me and that this is just a dream. I was starting to question if it could be more, but knowing realistically that’s impossible. The pain feels so real in fact, that it is taking my breath away and I’m struggling to talk through the agony. This no longer feels like a dream should, it feels too real and I’m not ashamed to admit that whatever the fuck this is, it’s scaring the shit out of me, but I’m also incredibly pissed off because I was so close to finally getting to feel his lips on mine and it was ruined. Shaking those thoughts from my mind, I remember he was asking me questions and is staring at me waiting for my response, and guidance of what he should do.
“I..I don’t know. Pain in my stomach. I feel like I am on fire.” I gasp, struggling to get my breath enough to talk properly.
I realise then that I am still wrapped up in his arms and because of the pain I’m needing him to hold me upright, but I willingly let him. During a brief respite from the pain, I feel his almost freezing hands holding onto my heated skin and it reminds me of what we were about to do. This causes the lust to return, creeping under my skin and my cheeks start to blush all over, but as soon as I allow the lust to consume me, the scorching pain returns again.
Needing to identify the cause of the pain, I tentatively lift the bottom of my t-shirt up and lower my jeans further down my hips, exposing the area where I am feeling the most severe pain. I’m not sure what the hell I am expecting to see, but for some reason my body is tingling with an unexplained sense of excitement, almost like I am filled with a new energy that I cannot explain.
Dream Guy catches on that I’m trying to expose the painful area and continues to hold me upright as though I weigh nothing at all. Once exposed he leans his dark head down to inspect my hip bone, but the angle of his head means that my view is obstructed. Staring down at him from this angle, I cannot help but let my mind wander to dirty situations that would result in his head being in the same position and oh fuck do I want that so badly. My nerves are coiled tightly and I am horny as hell. Even with the slight ache in my stomach I cannot stop imagining his beautiful strong arms holding me up as his mouth explores my most sensitive, untouched region. Just thinking about this is causing my mound to tingle and the heat starts to build between my legs again, but at almost the exact same time that I feel myself getting
wet for him, I feel the white hot blinding pain start to stab through my hip again. My body feels as though it is simultaneously being stabbed and burnt alive, and I can’t hold back the scream that erupts.
As the peak wave of pain starts to die down again, I realise he is back up to his full height and staring at me with an expression I’m struggled to interpret. I can see the worry I would expect to be there, but also flashes of anger, confusion, and pain are on his face and they baffle me more than anything, until I hear him speak.
“You’re a Warlock?” he asks with an accusing tone that I don’t understand.
I am shocked and confused as to how he knows I’m going to become a Warlock, but my mind is preoccupied trying to decipher the look in his eyes. The last wave of pain really took it out of me and I cannot help but feel exhausted. Although the sharp stabbing pain has gone, I am left with an ache and cramping in my lower stomach that gets worse after each new wave of pain. I can officially say that after this I will never complain about period pain because that’s a walk in the park compared to this shit.
Just as I am about to ask him how he knows that I am going to become a Warlock, I feel the dream beginning to slip away. The intensity of the situation almost makes me forget that it is all a dream, but I still want to stay and see what will happen next. I’m being pulled awake too soon, I still have questions for my Dream Guy. Hell, who am I kidding, I just want to stay wrapped up in his arms for as long as I can because I’m addicted. I feel scared to admit it, but I am falling in love with a dream and it hurts when I leave him.
As I open my eyes, I see both of my parents staring back at me. My mum has tears in her eyes and she looks scared. She is stroking damp hair off my forehead like I am a young, sick child again. Max is looking at me with a bewildered expression and it’s clear he doesn’t know what to do. I can’t help but wonder what they are doing here until I feel the cramp in my lower stomach and it becomes clear then that the pain I felt in the dream was real. That knowledge blows my mind and I start to wonder what else about the dream could be real. Could he be real? The pain I am feeling now sure feels the same. My whole body is aching, and I have sweat dripping from places I didn’t even know could sweat. TMI, I know!
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