Chapter One
His soft lips tasted her neck as she arched into him, throwing her head back on the pillow. Her body tingled everywhere he touched. His long hair wrapped around his neck while he looked down into her eyes. His face was in shadow, but she could feel with her hands the hard plains that made up his cheeks and the strong set of his chin. Turning his head, he placed a kiss on her palm, and shivers raced down her spine. The heat in the room increased a degree or two, causing their bodies to sweat. Elena loved the way her skin slid across his. Flesh against flesh.
Their heated bodies moved as one with the rhythm moving fast then slow. Her breasts pressed against his bare chest as he pumped inside her. His dark hips moving up and down. Elena heard moaning and knew that it was coming from both of them as their climax reached its peak. He never held back how much she pleased him, and that heightened her desire and increased the need for more.
She felt the oncoming orgasm as he began to speed up, pumping his cock faster and harder. With every angle of their bodies touching, it drove her into a crazed frenzy to reach her peak. She anchored herself with a tight grip on his shoulders as the climax exploded out from her middle like a starburst. Moisture seeped between her thighs. He pumped once, hard, before he, too, found his release and collapsed on top of her. His breath hissed beside her ear.
"My little bird," he whispered, "you are the only thing that makes this life bearable."
He rolled off of her, pulling her to his body. She loved the way his arms consumed her, so she snuggled closer to him. Before too long, she knew that he would disappear. Just like all the other times. Unfortunately, he was just a dream, and the real world would be waiting for her.
His deep voice vibrated her neck. "Be careful on your journey. Remember what I have shown you."
Elena moved so that she could look into his eyes. She saw something there and felt a stirring in her chest. Her feelings over the years had grown for him. How on earth could she feel so strongly about a man conjured in dreams? Well, how could she not feel something for someone who had invaded her dreams since her adulthood. She didn't see him every night, but on the nights he did happen to show up, she formed a bond with him. Had, in a strange way, counted on him to be there with her through some of her more trying times, always providing the comfort she needed.
Thinking of the images he'd projected in her dreams, Elena knew he spoke of the chalice he kept showing over the years. It was a golden goblet with red rubies along the top. If her mind ever ventured to far away from the cup, he would bring the picture forth again in her mind. For some reason, he wanted that always in her thoughts.
"I remember. The chalice will be forever etched into my mind." She had to keep from rolling her eyes. Every time they were together, he would always bring up the goblet, but he would never tell her why it was so important. She had given up asking long ago after his answers where always vague and cryptic.
"And, remember the lands I have allowed you to see. You must find them. You are close but still many miles away. The land is ancient and very powerful."
He kissed her on the lips. "I feel a great danger coming your way. Be careful, little bird."
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