Author's Note: This dream story is being posted on request from some of my readers from The Lost and Found Manuscript. The cursing heroine of the story mentioned a dream in what has become chapter 23. I almost didn't post it, but 'For your eyes only' can mean so many things, right?
I woke up to a slight noise in the room. It wasn't like me at all, especially when it was still so dark out. I groaned and rolled onto my side to push myself onto my elbow and see what woke me up—if I could see at all in this darkness, that is. Just as I opened my eyes again, a cold, bony hand slapped itself across my mouth and locked on to my jaw.
"Not a word if you value your life," a voice hissed from the darkness in front of me. All I could see were two red pinpricks in the darkness, and the more I looked at them, the more they seemed to be on fire. I could almost see the flames. The voice was what scared me, though. The voice promised death if disobeyed. The voice—it was Erik's. Oh God. My heart was racing. The voice was Erik's.
I did as I was told and didn't make a sound. His hand felt like ice. He pushed me back onto the bed, bringing his face into the light and making his eyes disappear. I was looking at a skull.
"Good girl," he purred, pulling back the sheets with his free hand.
Cold air rushed against my body. I strained against his hand to see down the length of the bed. I wasn't wearing my chemise. I always wear a nightgown when I sleep in a hotel. What happened? Erik roughly pushed my head back down.
"Don't move," he growled.
He climbed on top of my petrified form, his skin like ice against mine, and sat on my hips. Only then did he slowly remove his hand from my mouth.
"Good girl," he purred again.
Erik reverently ran his hands down my body, tracing out my curves. My skin tingled with the cold and the sensations he was evoking. Then he slowly ran his hands back up, pressing them against me. My breath quickened. He ran his hands down my arms, pulling them above my head. He lay down on top of me, my arms pinned at the wrists above my head. He was freezing cold—except for that one spot of hard heat. The skull was lost to the darkness again, but his eyes were back, and this time, I swear I saw fire.
He pressed his lips against mine, forcing my mouth open with his and claiming it with his tongue as he thrust in to me. Forgetting what he told me, I let out a moan and started moving with him. Sucking on his tongue, I closed my eyes to savor the taste and feel of him. When I opened them, Erik was gone, and it was light outside.
It was only a dream….