Page 49 of Judge of Saints and Sinners

“I need to come. Please, make me come.”

Nephesh snarled, “Nothing would make me happier than to feel this sweet pussy gripping me like this every day for the rest of my existence.” His words sent a shiver through my entire body, and a moment later, his fingers pushed deep, turning and teasing a place deep inside me that made my vision go white. Then every part of me exploded in a series of tense bursts of pleasure, each one better than the last, until I was breathing hard, my cheek resting against his chest as I struggled to catch my breath.

Nephesh drew my pleasure out with soft kisses and a slowly circling thumb over the center of my pleasure. But when it became impossible to stay still, I wanted only one thing.

Him.

All of him.

“Nephesh,” I whispered. “Can I see you?”

He pulled back, a surprised look on his face. “You’ve already seen me.”

“I mean, not all of you. I want to feel your skin against me.”

Nephesh’s eyes were hot on mine as he settled back, careful to not step on me as he shifted on the bed and rose above me. His shirt came off first, and I couldn’t stop myself from sitting up and running eager fingers over the muscles of his chest, then his belly, and then finally over the waistline of his pants as I saw the straining length of him right below my fingertips. “You’re perfect.”

Nephesh released a strangled groan, and then he was kissing me again, quick and hard, and his hands were busy, yanking his pants free of his body. Finally, there was nothing but skin on skin, and it had never felt better. I couldn’t stop the sighs and moans that were coming out of my mouth, and I didn’t know whether it was him or me, and it didn’t matter.

Because we were one. Tears sprang to my eyes as I gathered him close. “Nephesh?”

His nose brushed mine as he held himself over me. “Justine.”

I smiled up at him. “I’m yours.”

“I-I don’t want to steal you away from your life.”

“You forgot already? What is already yours can’t be stolen.”

Nephesh lowered his head, his lips caressing mine with a sweetness that made a single tear slip free from my eyes and race down to my hairline.

“Mine,” Nephesh whispered, breaking away as his knees sank between my thighs, and I felt the head of him between my legs.

“And mine,” I said, breathing in sharply as he sank into me with one hard, deep thrust. For a long moment, I could do nothing but savor this feeling, the complete rightness that swept over me like a blanket, sealing in the heat of the moment and the comfort of him against me And then he was moving, his mouth by my ear, whispering things that make my soul and my heart swell in ecstasy.

“Sweet, sweet mate. Fuck, you feel so good. You’re gripping me so hard, little thief. Relax so I can make this even better for you.”

“Better for me?” I whispered finally, looking down at where he had driven himself into me. “It gets better?”

Nephesh’s low chuckle made me moan as it settled over us. “It gets so much better.”

***

Nephesh

This was a dream. But it felt like the real thing. It felt like we could make this work for real. Because there was nothing like being with her. Not just the kissing and then touching and the way her pussy gripped me like a vise as I moved inside her. There was something that went so far beyond all of that.

It was madness and reason. Pleasure and pain. It was her. And she was mine.

I shifted my hips back then thrust forward, my eyes glued to the perfect way her breasts moved as I drove into her. She was hot and slick and clenching around my cock, and I knew it would take only seconds for me to finish if I wasn’t careful. And while I had no idea what the dream realm’s rules on recovery were, I wasn’t risking it. If we lost this dream and were forced back to the real world, real-world issues would follow.

But we had agreed to this. And I understood that she wouldn’t know my fears until she was faced with them herself. I would be there to protect her then too. Even without our deal. Because I was hers. Through the good and the bad.

“Nephesh,” she whimpered under me, and fuck if it didn’t make my chest burn with pleasure. I was doing that, making my sweet, fiery little mate call out my name in pleasure.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, I rolled us until she was back on top of me. For a moment, she was caught off guard, and I saw the nervousness dance across her features. I slid my hands around her until I was cupping the perfect handful of her breasts. “Mine.”

Her smile sent a bolt of warmth straight down my spine, followed by a rewarding clenching of pleasure as she rose up over me then bent her knees, driving me back inside her with a soft noise.