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There s the suffering child, and a sorcerer who won t go down without a fight. And the clock is ticking
down for Pryseis, who must return home or fade away.
Warning: Beware of wounded bunnies, hungry trolls, low ceilings, glowing mold and goblins bearing
gifts. Most of all, beware beautiful faeries and hot elves appearing in your dreams. They may lead you
astray& and steal your heart.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Dust of Dreams:
Pryseis watched the goblins leave the encampment and gave up trying to discern their intended target.
Benilo was right. She curled up next to him. They both needed rest. At least she wasn t alone. He pulled
her into his arms, and she ended up half-sprawled across his chest. She stiffened and pulled away. I don t
want to hurt you.
Does not hurt in the slightest, he said.
She felt no deception in his thoughts. And she felt better, surrounded by his warmth, his strength. His
heart beat under her ear, slow and steady. She went boneless by slow degrees, matching him breath for
breath. His scent curled around her, through her. That s what had been absent afore, in her dream. He d not
felt real, for all they d shared. Now there was solid warmth, hot male skin scented with sunlit ferns. She
toyed with a lock of his hair unexpected softness, a cascade of light. His calloused fingers caressed her
back, and she shivered at the goose bumps that rose in their wake. Unbidden, her mind drifted back to the
dream. Her breasts swelled and she flushed, embarrassed as her nipples tightened against him.
His fingers trailed over the curve of her backside. She tried to squirm away, but Benilo held her still.
Shh, easy, beauty, he soothed, the brush of his mind in hers seduction itself. Do not fear me. I would
never hurt you.
It wasn t real, she denied.
But it was, and this is. Look at me.
Pryseis was caught in the hypnotic blue power of his gaze. Blue as the mountain sky, hot as the living
fires within the earth. Open desire there for her to read, to feel. She gasped, and his eyes darkened. She
reached out to trace his lips with her fingers. He captured her hand in his, raising it so he could tease, not
her palm, but the sensitive skin of her inner wrist. It caused an unexpected tingle in her breasts, and she
whimpered as her nipples tightened further, an almost painful arousal.
This is crazy.
The sweetest madness.
Anyone could walk in.
Then we shall have to be quiet. Benilo rolled over so they lay side by side, raised himself up to
nibble along the side of her neck. Her nails tightened on his shoulders when he found a sensitive spot, and
he stroked her there with his tongue, suckling on her skin until she whimpered and wriggled closer. He
curled a hand around her breast, circling her aching nipple with his thumb, and she gasped in his ear. He
shuddered at the sound, and moved to capture her lips with his.
Pryseis opened to him, taking him deep, savoring the dark, wild taste of him as her tongue tangled
with his. Every stroke of his tongue heightened her craving, her need. This was naught like the dream. It
was so much more real. She felt herself swelling, softening, kenned he caught the scent of her arousal when
he slid his muscled thigh betwixt hers, drew her leg up over his hip. Benilo bent his head to her breast,
taking a long pull, teasing her nipple with the rasp of his tongue. She bit her lip to silence the cry that rose.
Sweet Mother, how he made her ache!
You make me burn, beauty. He drew her hand down to his erection, pulsing hot and heavy against
the fingers she curled around him. His mind was a swirl of hot air, boiling water, pure fire. A chaos of pure
need pulled her in until she drowned in sensation. Desire and need. The light of his passion drew her, but
instead of burning, she took it in, took him in. It was a magic she d never kenned, a joining she d never
conceived of. Body and mind. Heart and soul.
Dracken rue, beauty, this is as real as it gets. Benilo sounded desperate as he thrust into Pryseis
wet, willing body. She held him close, in her heart, in her mind. He surged into her body, again and again,
taking them both higher until barriers shattered as the Light swamped them both. I bind myself to you.
Whenever, whatever your need, I shall come to you. To you do I answer with body or blood. My life for
yours. My soul to yours, til our last breath. Never again shall you be alone. You are mine, in this lifetime
and the next. I shall ever be yours, for always. We are one.
Pryseis shattered in a splendor of Light, and he took her mouth to silence her cry as she screamed in
his mind and pulsed around him. His heart answered her back as he poured himself into her. Solid earth in
his muscles, churning water in the trickle of sweat, the blood boiling in the fiery heat of passion, the air in
their shared breath, his very life as he succumbed to passion. She took it all in and flew. The cold air of the
mountaintops, the Mother s very breath. The Light settled deep within their souls sun, moon and stars.
Her net shone bright. She felt rejuvenated, almost as if she d drunk from the pool itself. And
Benilo& he felt whole. Healed. Balanced.
He gasped for breath. His eyes widened as he sensed the change in them both. Lady of Light, what
have I done?
Umm& I think you healed us both. She grinned. Interesting technique, healer.
It is more than that. Give it a moment. He looked wild and a little desperate as he took her hand and
placed it against his stomach. What do you feel?
Your skin under my hand. She stroked her hand across his stomach, and she flinched as she struck a
ticklish spot on her own side. It was as if she felt her own touch. Her heart pounded in her ear with his
trepidation. Wait&
He reached out to run his fingers through her hair, and she shuddered as the silken strands slid across
her knuckles. Stop it! What did you do? Pryseis hissed, trying to keep her voice at a whisper. Get out of
my mind.
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