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He came to me in the night to explain. He was just as I had described him in my book. Tall enough



for me to have to look up at, skin pale and smooth. His hair is a deep, chocolate brown about shoulder



length with tendency to curl slightly. His eyes are light grey and they stand out in his strong, handsome



face. I can see the bulge of his muscles as he moves across the room toward me.



“You have called me and I have come.” his voice is soothing and sweet.



I looked at him incredulous. Not only was he a figment of my imagination, but his words had



caught me off guard, “What do you mean?”



“Your soul called to mine,” He answers softly.



“People don‘t talk like that In the real world so this must be a dream. Okay I will play along,” I



say with a smile.



He sighs dramatically, “Don’t you know how special you are? When you were writing your last



book, didn’t you feel more strongly for your characters than usual? Did they feel more real?”



I thought about how I felt as I wrote this latest novel. I remembered loving my characters more



profoundly than any of my previous characters. They were real in my head, not like what I usually write.



This was the first book I had written strictly for my pleasure, with none of the usual starts and stops.



“Yes, I guess so.” I admitted.



“Did you feel the building of power as you wrote?” He asked, his voice like a melody.



“I don’t know what I felt, I just wanted my characters to be different from the ones I have always



written before. I wanted them to be as realistic as possible.”



“You succeeded!” he drawled as he stepped closer to me. He was radiating an intense energy that



I couldn‘t help but react to, even from a few feet away.



“What happens now?” I asked as a ripple of fear and excitement rolled through me, although I still



didn’t truly believe he was real. He moved close to me, so close I could feel the brush of his clothing



against my leg.



“You tell me. I am here as part of your deepest desires” He said with an intense look.



I looked into his eyes and thought about all those nights I dreamed of this moment and realized I



must still be dreaming. This could not be real. I closed my eyes and thought “Just wake up and it will all be



just a pleasant dream you can write about.” I open my eyes.



“You can’t just wish me away.” Now he is closer, so close I can see the specks of black in his



bright grey eyes. I am frozen in place, mesmerized by those beautiful eyes. I want to just flow into him and



enjoy his wonderful body. It’s just a dream after all, I can do anything I want in a dream.



“I don’t want to wish you away.” I say as I reach up to gently touch his cheek. His skin is smooth



and cool, just as I imagined it would be. I slide my fingers down to his chin and over his jaw. He doesn’t



move as I continue to caress him. “It’s my dream right? So I get to choose what happens next?”



“This isn’t a dream, but if it was what would you choose to do?” He asked with a wicked smile on



his perfect face.



I hesitated to answer, suddenly shy. I have never taken the lead in sex, what sex I remember at



least . Even in my dreams I can’t voice what I really want. I turn away from him, ducking my head. A



bright blush burns my cheeks as shyness swamps me. I hear him chuckling behind me.



“What’s this?” he asks, amusement coloring his tone.



Mortified now, I take several steps away from him, my back still turned. I don’t get far before I



feel his cool strong hands on my shoulders although I didn’t hear him move.



“What are you running from, Josie?” he whispers in my ear.



“N-nothing! I’m not running!!” I stutter. I feel his hands moving down my arms and around to my



belly, sufficiently trapping me in his embrace. My heart is pounding now as the excitement and fear build



in my body. I moan as I feel his lips on my ear, and then on my neck. His right hand creeps up to the



underside of my breast as his left hand caresses my belly and hips.



“Oh my God,” I exclaimed as the pleasure of his touch rolls through my body, “please don’t let



me wake up yet.”



He chuckles softly in my ear sending shivers up my spine, and begins to nuzzle my neck. He



slowly turns me to face him and I am once again astonished by his perfect masculine beauty. I place my



hands on his chest and feel the hard muscle under his soft cotton shirt. I inch my hands up his body and



around his neck feeling bold now. His hair is soft as it brushes my fingers. I pull his head down so I can



brush his lips with mine, They are just as I imagined they would be, cool and firm. He nibbles my lips for a



moment and then trails down my jaw to my neck, his lips pause on my pulse point and I know he can feel



my heartbeat pounding with my arousal. I feel his lips open on my neck and his tongue flicker across my



skin tasting me. I pull him closer no longer shy as my body burns with need. I hear him moan and feel the



vibration in his chest. Then a searing pain tears through my neck. Confused, I try and fight for release, but



he is too strong.



I tell myself, “This is just a dream, a really vivid dream, wake up, wake up, wake up.” ,but I am



not waking up. I feel his tongue stroking the painful place on my neck, and a weakness spreads through my



body.



“No don’t, please stop,” I say as my awareness becomes cloudy. Darkness is closing in now and I



know I am close to death. Something is pressed to my lips,



“Drink, it will help.” he says quietly.



I open my mouth to drink only to realize too late it is not a cool glass pressed to my lips, but



instead it is his cool wrist. I thought to turn away, but the first taste was my undoing. His blood was like



nothing I had tasted before, a cross between vanilla and honey. I don’t know how long I drank from him



before I feel a fiery sensation engulf my body. I arch up from the floor in agony as my body convulses



over and over again until finally sweet oblivion takes me.