She wished it as well.
Then again, she didn’t.
~ ~ ~
Brannick felt the fae part of him come alive as he kissed Juliet’s palm over and over. He could feel what she was feeling, the profound way she had enjoyed her time with him.
Though his memories still lagged, he knew he felt the same way when he was with her, as though he wanted to devour her.
Full of such a demanding drive toward her, he slid his legs over hers, positioning himself between her thighs. “I need to be inside you.”
He balanced himself on his forearms and leaned down to kiss her. He lowered himself onto her, loving the feel of her hands as she fondled the muscles of his back and his arms.
Placing his cock at her entrance, he pushed, then drew back, wanting to watch her as he made his way inside.
He rested on his forearms and curled his hips. He loved the way she held his gaze, lips parted. He kissed her freckles again, pushing in farther with each touch of his lips to her face.
What was newly fae within him felt connected to her, his awareness of her emotions heightened. “I’ve wanted to be here with you, just like this, from the moment you walked into that club.”
“You have been.” She dragged her fingers through his hair.
“In the dreamglide?”
“Uh-huh.”
As he pushed, her body rolled. He loved that his cock brought her so much pleasure.
But he needed something more from her. Using his hand, he shoved her thick, brown curls away from her neck and licked up and down her throat.
She moaned heavily. “Yes, Brann, please. Take from me at my neck.”
He stopped the movement of his hips, angled his head and struck quickly. The moment the blood flowed, he began thrusting steadily once more.
Her whole body jerked, and she moaned. “I feel dizzy from the thrall again and it feels so good.”
What surprised him was that though he was drinking from her like a vampire, the rest of him was channeling his fae instincts. He reached for something he didn’t at first understand. Yet he felt compelled to keep at it, to keep pressing into the unknown. It was like walking through a fog within his mind.
He pushed, the same way his hips kept pistoning inside Juliet, driving toward ecstasy.
He was after something.
Suddenly, he broke through. He saw the blurred edges of the room. He was in bed with Juliet, drinking from her, in more than one place.
Brann, what have you done?
I think I’ve created a dreamglide and pulled us both in.
She grew very still beneath him, but he didn’t know why. His own need seemed to escalate. He’d heard about this, being in both places at once. Hell, Roche had built an entire sex club around just this experience.
He felt completely captured by his former experiences with Juliet as well. He became one with them in terms of emotions. He could remember them all.
He drove into her faster. But Juliet had grown so still, as though stunned. Juliet, be with me. Please. Don’t leave me now. He kept drinking from her.
He felt her move once more, her arms snaking around his back. I’m here. This is incredible. Every sensation feels twice as erotic and intense. But hold on tight, I’m feeling something.
I am too, like it’s going to pick us up.
Just like that, they were airborne, yet he remained joined to her. He groaned because his real-time-self continued plunging in and out of her and drinking from her throat.