CHAPTER ONE

In My Dreams

All I see is him as I dream. I see his eyes ice blue with swirls of bright green. His long, jet black raven hair, that looks like it has hits of purple with the trick of the light. His slim, tall body, with slight hints of muscle showing through. His black and green leather outfit. His golden crown, which had curved horns on top. He's dark and mysterious, which is probably why I like him.

"Samantha? Samantha?"

I woke up from my daydream. "Yes?" I answered still trying to come back to reality.

"What is the answer to the question?" The professor asked with a stern look on his face.

"I don't know," I said bluntly not really caring. It was a really boring class, and the professor was kind of a dick.

He just gave me a stern look, obviously displeased with my daydreaming. I tended to do it quite a lot, but what choice did I have. My daydreaming was all I really had in my life. My life was horrible to be quite honest. My family was constantly fighting and bickering. I still lived at home with them since I didn't have a job, except for the occasional babysitting. I was in a major that I hated; all because that's what my parents wanted me to do. I had little to no friends, and no boyfriend. Not by choice really, it's just that no guys seemed to be attracted to me, probably due to the fact that I was a bit of a tom boy. I didn't wear dresses or skirts, unless I absolutely had to. I was all alone and the only thing I had was my daydreams. They made my life a little less horrible.

After class was over, I headed to the library to work on some homework. That way the rest of the day was mine to daydream. When I finished, I took the bus home and continued to daydream. I almost missed my stop, and quickly snapped back to reality again. When I got home, I laid in my bed. I spent hours on end just looking at the ceiling of my room, and drifted away into my own little world. Daydreamed about a man I had never met. I just kept seeing him over and over again. I had even started to draw him, because he was all I kept seeing. I'd spend hours just working on his eyes. They were so full of magic, mischief, and mystery. I could never get them out of my head.

After lying in bed for what seemed like forever, I felt myself start to drift off, suddenly I found myself in a palace. It was so majestic looking. It had golden pillars with ivy on them; the walls had huge paintings of landscapes. One of the walls was just a giant window, which looked down on the town below. What caught my attention most of all was the throne in the middle of the room. It was huge. It had golden trimmings, and red velvet for the seat. Then my mysterious man walked into the room he was wearing his many layer of green and black leather, and was wearing his majestic, golden horned crown. He sat down upon the throne. It seemed to be his rightful place. He looked so perfect there, almost like a god. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He gave me a wicked smile, which made my heart skip a beat. He motioned me to come forward. I nodded, and walked closer to him. When I was beside him he stood up. He towered over me like a giant. I looked up into his eyes. They always held my attention. He reached for my face and caressed my cheek. He leaned down and was about to kiss me, when I jumped up from my sleep. My alarm went off. Damn you alarm clock, I said to myself. Why did you have to wake me up from such a nice dream?

I realized that it was a Tuesday and I did have any classes today. I forgot to turn off my damn alarm clock. I clicked it off, and lay back in my bed, and slowly drifted away. I was in a bed this time, but not my bed, this one was different. It has green silk sheets, which felt smooth against my bare skin. Wait, bare skin? I realized I was naked. Then I heard the creaking of a door open. I looked up and saw my mysterious man in the dark, still wearing his leather layers, but no crown. He had a devilish grin on his face. He came towards me and sat on the foot of the bed. I covered myself with the silken sheets, wanting to have some thread of dignity.

He moved closer, and kissed me. His lips felt so warm and welcoming. I felt his hand remove the sheets that were covering me. The cool air touched my skin and gave me goose bumps. His hand moved down my side, sending warmth throughout my body. He broke the kiss, I whimpered at the loss of contact. He began to trail kisses down my neck. I couldn't help but to moan. He just felt so good. He continued down to my breasts giving each one kisses, before he moved his mouth towards one of my nipples, and his hand moved towards the other. I moaned loudly, not able to contain the pleasure I was feeling. He grinned, pleased that he could make me feel. His kisses traveled to my stomach and then lower. His lips brushed against the top of my womanhood. I let out a moan, I needed more contact. I pushed his head down between my legs. I heard him laugh, and his laugh vibrated throughout my body, casing me to moan again. His tongue began to swirl around my nub, causing a fire to grow inside me. I could feel the sensation grower stronger, and stronger. He then placed two fingers inside of me, pumping then in and out. He moved slowly at first and then faster, and faster. I let out a moan. He laughed again, which caused me to shake. He then added a third finger, and continued to move faster, and harder. I could feel something about to happen, something wonderful. I grabbed his hair and pushed him deeper getting the friction and contact that I need. A pleasure that I had never felt before surged through me. I just about screamed myself horse. My mysterious man looked up from between my legs, and had a wicked grin on his face.

"Glad you enjoyed yourself," he laughed, as he licked my juices off of his fingers.

I woke up painting heavily. It felt so real. It felt so amazing. I smiled to myself. Then something had to ruin my moment. I heard my parents arguing in the other room. They were always bitching about something. I sighed to myself and got out of bed. I felt a cool breeze, and goose bumps traveled across my skin. That is when I realized that I was naked. I shook my head. What? I thought to myself. How the hell did my clothes come off? There is no way that what happened was real right? My stomach began to growl. I looked at my alarm clock, and saw that it was six o'clock at night. I slept almost all day. I quickly got my clothes back on, and headed down to the kitchen before my parents saw me. Otherwise I would end up in the middle of one of their fights again, so I grabbed some bread, peanut butter, and a knife. Then I quickly headed back to my room.