Each dream started the same way: I’m lying on a bed, wearing just a skimpy pink nightgown. It’s one I don’t even own, but it’s unbelievably beautiful and silky. He walks into the almost pitch black room, his blazing blue eyes staring directly into mine, the moonlight brightening them as it lights up his strong chiseled face. I always think I’m going to be afraid because I should be, but I never am. My mysterious hunter stalks toward me as though I’m his prey. He lets out a low growl from deep within his chest as he moves to the edge of the bed, and before I know it he’s on me. He slides his hands through my hair and lifts my head so he can taste my mouth. My demon knight kisses me, and it’s the most earth shattering, explosive kiss ever. As he pulls away, I sigh at the loss of his mouth on mine. He starts nibbling lightly, licking and sucking all down my body like he’s trying to mark me as his. He hits my core with his strong tongue, and I start to cum hard. I dig my hands in his hair as he starts to taste my orgasm, releasing another low feral growl as he laps it up.
Suddenly, he roughly parts my thighs, opening them wide before moving his legs in between them. His eyes never leave mine as he slowly moves his up my body. Aligning his cock with my pussy, he pushes his way roughly into me, claiming me as his and growling, “Mine.”
His mouth comes down on to my neck and just as I feel his sharp teeth pierce my skin, I cum hard again, and he roars his release into me. I feel my body fill with his seed, and all I think about as I pass out from the pleasure was having his babies.
I had moments where I relived his touch in public. On several occasions, I managed to mortify myself. Those dreams started to make going to class very difficult. I would spend the day rubbing my neck, even though there was no scarring. My pussy throbbed throughout every class, and I couldn’t pay attention at all. The worst time was when I was in my Calculus class with my eyes closed, letting out a little whimper. I opened my eyes to look at my lover, but I wasn’t asleep; I was looking directly at my teaching assistant, only after licking my lips sensually. The ass had the nerve to give me a dirty smirk, then approached me after class.
“So lovely Catherine, I could make you moan like that later on tonight,” he offered, while his eyes leeringly admired my curves. I was almost ready to vomit at his unrestricted lechery
“No thanks, Cody. I wasn’t thinking of you, and I sure as hell don’t want a married man,” I hissed and rolled my eyes.
He got close to me and gripped my arm tightly, then whispered angrily in my ear. “If I was you I wouldn’t be acting all high and mighty. You’re already failing; I was just giving you a chance to clear your mind.”
“You couldn’t do anything for me. You’re a poor excuse for a husband, and if I was your wife, I’d divorce your ass.” I rushed away from him, ignoring everyone around me. Two months into my nightly fantasies, I was failing all my classes. My parents were furious, but I couldn’t stop the daze I lived in.
I had another fuck up when I was working at Le Cher. A beautiful woman walked in with her husband. When I walked up to take their order, I had stared too long at the man. I wasn’t looking at him per se, but I noticed his bright blues and instantly my night stalker came into my mind. I was so lost in my fantasies that I didn’t realize the wife was growing more and more livid by the second. She didn’t say anything to me, but she told my boss, and I was warned about my behavior. Then just two days later Evan made his big display of asshole, and my boss had it with me, so I was canned. Damn those eyes; they ruined everything.
The next three days I was living off Ramen noodles and Diet Coke hoping for a call or an email from any of the positions I’d applied to, but there was nothing again. I started sulking and was tempted to cave and ask my parents to help me out. I didn’t call to beg, but I did call to check in with them.
“Hello, Catherine,” my mother said indifferently. I knew I was just a child my parents had to have to get the inheritance my grandfather had left them. They really didn’t want children because life was more fun without trouble. I never let it bother me because I always stayed in their good graces and benefited from their lavish lifestyle.
“Hi, Mom. I just called to see how you and dad were doing,” I said in a sing song voice. I heard a huff of disbelief. When it came to me they weren’t very patient, so I intentionally annoyed them. They were too easy to irritate, but it was the only way I actually got to talk to them.
“Catherine, we know that you still don’t have a job. If you need money just tell us. Or you could come back and we could get you a job or get you into a school in L.A.,” she huffed into the phone.