his chest. Her nails lightly scored his darkly bronzed chest. She closed her eyes, feeling nothing but the sensation of being thoroughly pleasured. Vaguely, she could hear the storm raging outside. Thunder boomed and the windows shook from the vibrations. Rain pummeled the windows and lightning cracked close; there was a wildness in the air that catapulted her senses into overdrive. It seemed as if she were being literally ridden by a storm.
Open your eyes . She heard the command in her head. In this dream neither she nor Torian actually spoke. It was as if they could hear one another without saying the words. Tessa opened her eyes and looked into Torian’s. Shock went through her as she stared into eyes that were no longer even remotely human. They no longer held the dark funnels of before. With the briefest of glances she looked to the window and saw that his eyes matched the clouds exactly. Different shades of gray swirled like living marble. It was frightening and exciting at the same time.
Your eyes…
You are seeing me as I am.
Tessa couldn’t think. She felt the pressure building and knew she would climax soon. She opened her mouth to speak and only a stunted cry escaped. He surged forward faster and faster and seemed to swell even thicker. Tessa gripped the sheets in an attempt to hold on to her consciousness. She was drowning in a pleasure she had never known before. Then it hit her with unrivaled intensity. Her whole body shook as the waves of her orgasm possessed her. Torian showed her no mercy, but kept pumping into her, dragging out the orgasm and taking it to a height that left her breathless. Colors swirled before her as she tried to focus. She went under the crushing waves of bliss, crying out a single word. Torian!
He stilled at the sound of his name. His head went back and a roar sliced through the air and shook the windows more than the thunder. Tessa could feel his hot seed as it poured inside of her. As she struggled to breath, she could see Torian was having just as much trouble trying to regain focus. His eyes were heavy and hooded as he looked down at her. A thin sheen of sweat covered his body, causing another wave of desire to flow through her. Tessa couldn’t ever recall having a dream as vivid and real as this one. He slowly pulled out of her, still somewhat hard. He lay behind her and molded his body to hers. Her head lay on his arm; the other was thrown almost possessively around her waist. At the same time, they took a deep breath and released it.
I do not think I’ve ever climaxed so hard , Torian confided.
I know I haven’t.
I do not know what you do to me, Tessa. My body is drawn to yours.
Tessa paused. His words bothered her. It was just her body? In all fairness she had not known him long. But suddenly she found herself, wanting to know more about this man. She wanted him to want all of her. Then Tessa chided herself. What exactly was she thinking? First of all, this was just a dream. A sex dream. What did it matter if he knew her or not? In reality she would never sleep with him so wantonly. She kicked off the red pumps. She’d sworn off men. But here in this dream she could let herself go, do whatever she wanted without getting hurt. She changed her position until she could look him straight in the eyes. Eyes that were now simply dark. No dark tornado funnels, no swirling storm clouds.
You are the first lover I’ve had in a very long time.
Why? Will you tell me about him, Tessa?
Tessa breathed deeply. Again, what did it matter? His name was Roarden. I met him the night I graduated from medical school. You know that old saying, never expect a long relationship from someone you pick up in a bar? It’s a damn good one. We seemed to mesh. Had all the same interests, even knew a few of the same people. It turns out we knew a lot more of the same people that I realized.
He was not faithful?
He was never faithful, apparently. For two years, we dated. He got to know my