Chapter One
The dream was so real….
“You will belong to me, Sarah. When the time is right, you will know,” he said in a deep hypnotic voice.
“But how? Why? I don’t understand any of this!” she exclaimed. She couldn’t move her eyes from his. They were dark green and intoxicating, and had the power to make her feel things she’d thought to never feel again. Desire. Need. And more—wanted.
“You will know,” he said simply. “For now, that is all I will tell you.”
“But this is a dream,” she whispered. “I know it’s a dream.”
The answering smile made her shiver—but with excitement, not fear. “Do you want this to be real, then?” Devlin asked, brushing his cool fingers down her cheek. “Could you accept this as your reality?” he queried.
Sarah shuddered at his touch. In these dreams, he made her feel things that she thought should be wrong. It wasn’t desire—it was stronger than that. When he made love to her, it was wild and free and—beautiful. “Yes,” she whispered with conviction, “I could.” With him, she felt beautiful and desirable. How could he not know any woman would want that when awake?
Devlin studied her thoughtfully. “Enough of talk,” he growled. “I want you.”
Sarah felt a surge of longing at his words. Just those three words had the power to make her grow wet with need. Inside her. She needed him inside her. Her stomach clenched with an almost painful longing. “I know,” she admitted. And she did know. It was there in those hypnotic eyes. Her heartbeat quickened at the heat radiating from them. His eyes lingered on her throat and her breathing hitched. “Take me,” she said softly on a renewed wave of burning need. “Please.”
Devlin wasn’t gentle and she didn’t want him to be. He lifted her and placed her on the center of a large four-post bed. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew she should wonder where she was, but she didn’t—and never did—not when she was with Devlin. When she was with him—everything just was the way it was meant to be.
She felt the cool sheets caressing her back. Sarah’s eyes never left his as he removed her gown by the simple means of tearing it out of his way.
His hands cupped her bared breasts possessively, gently, and she groaned, closing her eyes.
“No. Watch me,” he ordered, his voice guttural. “Watch me as I take you.”
Sarah’s eyes shot open, wide blue eyes meeting green. “Yes,” she agreed, helpless to disobey.
It was hard though.
When she felt his fingers pinching her nipples not quite gently it was almost impossible to keep her eyes open. Each tug on her sensitive nipples went trough her, straight down to her stomach and beyond, heightening her need for him. His cool fingers felt so good against her heated skin. She did as he asked, though, and kept her eyes on his.
Finally, when she couldn’t hold still any longer, she reached for him, pulling his dark head down to her. Sarah released a moan as he drew one nipple into the hot suction of his mouth, drawing deeply on her, sucking as if it were his lifeline. She felt his hands move beneath her to hold her against him and reveled in it.
He wanted her—she never had cause to doubt his need for her, and it made her feel powerful and somehow special. She groaned when she felt his teeth. He nipped her breast then laved the small hurt with the twirl of his tongue. One hand was slowly moving down her stomach and to the juncture of her thighs.
Sarah never thought to close herself to him. Her leg parted, jerking as his fingers found her clitoris. He flicked it—gently at first, then faster and harder. She felt the dampness as it flowed, and knew that she’d go mad if he didn’t come inside her soon. She arched against his fingers, silently seeking more.
Devlin gave a low chuckle, and she felt it against her breast, as his fingers found her, moving gently at first between the swollen folds. She moaned when two fingers drove inside her, spreading her.
She tugged at his hair, her head thrashing as he used his fingers to bring her to the edge of climax.
Devlin lifted his head from her breast. “You like this,” he said knowingly.
“You know I do,” she said weakly. “Please, take me now.”
He smiled, his eyes dark. “I will,” he promised. “When it is time.” He moved down the length of her body now, until his head was between her thighs.
Sarah knew what was coming. When he loved her with his mouth her whole world centered on those few moments. She felt his fingers holding her open to him and felt his tongue as he lapped at her, driving her to the brink of climax within only a few seconds.