Amara – Reunion

Author's note: this is from Seraphina's point of view

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WARNING: Mature content

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In my desire to make the most of my dream that included sharing a bed with Duke, I moved a bit to increase the surface of my body touching his.

Damned pajamas! 

Starting tomorrow, I will sleep in a camisole; a sexy one! Just in case Duke visits my dreams.

My leg hitched higher, and my thigh pressed on a bulge in his crotch area.

Oh, God! He is aroused! Big time!

That thought instantly sent a wave of heat through my core and I hoped that he didn't notice.

What am I doing? I chided myself.

I am daydreaming about Duke most of the time, craving for him to show up in my dreams because they are so vivid that I could easily mistake them for reality. However, after each of those dreams, I'm disappointed with the knowledge that he is just a memory from high school.

This is NOT a scene from my past that my dreams made me experience again. This is now.

Normally, I am just an observer in my dreams, reliving the memories, but this was different. I could move as I wished and speak as I wished, without following a predetermined script.

I finally have him in my bed, am I going to waste this dream on hugging in silence?

I gathered my courage and moved higher.

"Duke…", I called, my voice barely a whisper. "I miss you."

"I miss you too, Sanya.", his husky voice responded and the butterflies in my stomach went crazy.

"Seraphina.", I said, more to myself than to him, in order to confirm that this is not a memory. If this was a memory, I would never utter that name.

"What?", he was confused.

"I changed my name to Seraphina.", I said, trying to hide the fact that my insides are trembling.

He didn't respond and I wondered if he had anything against this name change. What if he doesn't like it?

In the next moment, I was exasperated. What's wrong with me? This is my dream and there is no need to worry about what-if scenarios because all this is in my head, for my mind only.

Lightning exploded outside, and a streak of light flashed through the gap in the drapes, revealing his blue eyes that stared at me with intensity and longing that can't be put into words.

Take the initiative, Serina! This is your dream! Make it count!

The last spec of my reluctancy was shattered by the thunder blast from outside; the force rattled the windows.

I was determined to make this the best dream ever.

I inched closer, firming my resolve to kiss him.

Did we ever kiss? I couldn't find such an event in my memory, but that will not stop me.

"Sanya…", he murmured, and his breath splashed on my lips.

"Call me Serina."

"Serina…", he said, and I could hear that he was smiling. "What are you doing?"

"This is my dream, and I can do whatever I want."

"A dream?"

"How else would you explain that you are in my bed?"

A small rumble rolled inside his chest. Was he laughing at me?

"What if this is my dream?"

I paused. "Then… you can do whatever you want."

"Whatever I want?"

If the dream ends right now, it would suck big time! I love his voice, but if he didn't chatter, we would be kissing already. What's up with all those questions? Is this my subconsciousness reminding me to act with restraint? Who has restraints while dreaming?

I fisted his t-shirt, unwilling to let go and silently praying that I don't wake up.

"As long as you don't push me away, you can do whatever you want…", I whispered and held my breath when his grip around me increased.

Then next thing I knew, I was on my back, and Duke was on top of me.

Duke peppered light kisses along my jaw, each crumbling small chips of the dam that was containing the emotions I locked deep inside me a long time ago.

His lips performed tantalizing magic on my neck, and he nibbled his way down to my collarbones while his hands left scorching trails on my skin through the thin fabric of my pajamas.

Duke's every move created sensational waves which morphed into arousal.

I was never so powerless, overwhelmed with pleasure, and feeling like a formless putty that he can mold anyway he wants.

"Ahh…", I inhaled a shaky breath when he sucked on my nipple while cupping my other breast with his palm.

When did he push my pajama top up?

With his knees, he spread my legs apart and I felt his hot bulge pressing against my core. Or maybe that was my heat.

Duke moved onto my other nipple and enclosed it with his lips. His low hum sent shivers through my body and he bit right next to my aching bud before soothing the area with his tongue.

"Shit…", a curse rolled down my tongue as my mind was spinning.

I wanted to do so many things to Duke, yet I ended up laying helplessly below him and letting him do as he pleases. It's not that I was complaining, but I wanted to do something as well because this was MY dream, damnit!

My hands found their way under his t-shirt and I marveled the firm landscape of his back, muscles rippling as he moved... perfection.

I had no idea when my legs wrapped around his waist, but there they were.

His hands didn't stop exploring my body as he moved up, his face hovering above mine.

Several flashes of lighting revealed his intense gaze fixed at me.

I thought that Lazarus was looking at me lustfully, but Duke was on a completely different level. That split second showed me how deep his feelings are; love and yearning and desire and possession. Like I am the only person in his world that matters and his signature sly smirk made my heart flip.

Duke's hips moved as he was grinding against my core. Oh, God! Even over my pajamas, the feeling was electrifying.

My vision blurred, and then it was dark again.

"Oh… Duke… Ah…", I cried while clawing at his back.

"Let it out…", he breathed against my ear.

I didn't know what to do. My body moved on its own and I was unable to stop lewd sounds escaping my lips. It was too embarrassing, and I bit his neck in order to suppress my moans.

Duke hissed in protest but didn't stop his ministrations.

"Mmm… mmm…", my cries were muffled against his neck as electric sparks jolted my cells.

His lips on my neck and shoulders, his hands kneading and pinching, touching everywhere… his hot breath accompanied with low growls... that otherworldly rhythmical pressure on my core which sent pulses of pleasure through my insides… and then something snapped and I lost control over my body which tensed and shook violently.

I let out a cry to heavens as I came undone, "AHHHH!"

I fell back into the pillows, gasping for air while my soul hummed. What the hell was that?

"SERINA!", a shout was heard a moment before the lights came on.

I swiftly pulled the comforter up to my neck and clutched it while getting into a seated position.

"Are you OK!?", another frantic voice asked as I blinked myself into reality.

"Why wouldn't I be?", I asked Lazarus and Aldus who looked at me with concern obvious on their faces.

"You cried for help.", Lazarus said while looking left and right, searching for an intruder. His head was moving as if taking in the scent.

"I did?", I asked in confusion. I screamed in my dream; did I do that for real while sleeping? It looks like it. How embarrassing.

I cleared my throat awkwardly before responding, "It's nothing."

My eyes widened in horror when I realized that my pajama top is pushed up, and my breasts were bare under the comforter.

"It didn't sound like nothing.", Aldus said stiffly and a moment later he put his hand on Lazarus's shoulder, preventing him from coming closer to my bed.

There was a moment of silence that was disturbed by the rain and wind from outside, which gave me an idea.

"The thunder…", I said while discretely adjusting my pajama top to cover myself under the comforter. "The thunder startled me, but I'm OK."

Why are they not moving? Please leave, this is beyond awkward.

I squirmed a bit.

Oh, God! My panties are wet! Can Lazarus and Aldus smell my arousal?

"I'm OK.", I repeated nervously. "Thank you for your concern. I'm tired. Turn off the lights on your way out."

Both Lazarus and Aldus looked at me with unreadable expressions for a few endless seconds as I shrunk under the comforter.

To my relief, Aldus tilted his head toward the door, indicating to Lazarus that they should leave. Lazarus followed without a word.

"Good night, Serina…", Aldus said before turning off the lights and his suspicious gaze told me that we might talk about this tomorrow. He didn't buy my scared-of-thunder story.

"Good night, father…"

I plopped back into the pillows and tried to gather my thoughts in the darkness.

What a dream! Duke was in my bed and… it seems I was touching myself in my sleep.

There was a lingering scent of pine trees and the ocean, but that must be my imagination.

I can't believe that I came in my sleep! Did I actually finish, or was I close to it? 

My right hand went below my navel and slipped into my panties. 

"Ahh...", a shaky moan escaped my lips as my fingers moved on their own.

Damn, I'm wet and sensitive.

'Don't make loud sounds.', I reminded myself and then I surrendered to the images from my dream which replayed in front of my closed eyes as my hand moved, pushing me over the edge completely.

"Oh, Duke...", I exhaled his name, like a prayer.

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