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Never Tempt Fate

"Wake up, stupid!" she growled. "There is no such animal as Prince Charming!"

Sleep came unwillingly, and only after a long fist fight with her uncooperative mattress and pillow. At least in her sleep Prince Charming did exist. He was a welcome visitor to her restless nights – and as she sank into weary oblivion, he was there waiting in the silken darkness to help her forget -

He was standing where she always found him. He was looking out over the rooftops toward the black, roiling ocean, with the wind blowing his dark hair across his shadowy face – his body hidden in the mists of her dream. Strange, how she never managed to actually see him. Only feel him. Sense his intensity. He turned to face her as she floated from the door of the stairwell, and the only part of his face she could see were his lips – those sinfully wicked, curving lips that did such heavenly things to her body. Why couldn't she see him?

As always, he said nothing – reaching out to her, he pulled her close with lean, strong hands and took her mouth savagely – needfully – hotly. His tongue – strong – hot – decadently delicious - tasted of delights she desperately wanted to know. There was heat in his kiss – deep, sizzling heat. Devouring her – building within her an aching hunger as his mouth and tongue left her faint and desperate for more.

His hands – oh, those marvelous, strong hands – hands that moved slowly – decadently – torturing every place they moved – making her hot – needy for more. Hands that cupped her barely covered breasts as he demanded - everything.

He was naked – he was always naked – his smooth bronzed skin hot against hers as her own virginal white gown melted beneath his searing touch. She desperately wanted to see all that seductive, sweat-sheathed skin. She could never see his body clearly – and it was so hard and strong – so completely masculine and hot. She could not see his rippling muscles – only feel them as her own hands frantically moved over his chest and shoulders. Her palms caressed the hard nubs of masculine nipples, and when she tried to look at his body, he kissed her again – passionately – hungrily – preventing her from looking her fill.

He smiled down into her face as he held up the black cloth that he invariably wrapped around her eyes – and she shook her head. No! She wanted to see him! And then she was lost once more in the black folds of cloth as he ran his mouth down her body to her navel, his hot tongue swirling over her skin as she clutched his thick dark hair and begged him to finish this time – just once – so that she would know what it felt like. Her body was aflame – her lips trembling as she begged him to take away the cloth so that she could feast her eyes on him.

He laughed softly at her cries, ignoring her breathless need to see. His mouth moved over her trembling lips – tracked lower over her aching throat as she moaned and clung to his shoulders. His fingertips trailed over her aching nipples, to be replaced by his hot, wet mouth – suckling – teasing – his tongue swirling seductively around her breast's puffy tip, his hot breath making the painful tightness of her nipple even more desperately unbearable.

“I want you to – oh, please – touch me – please - let me see you - ” she sobbed as her hands dragged his body closer. Oh, the enthralling feel of his body beneath her fingers – under her aching palms – her mind swirled in a miasma of unsated passion as he laughed and moved to the other nipple, tugging it deep into his hot mouth as his hands – oh, God! Those wonderful, talented hands!

They cupped her breasts as he licked – nipped – nibbled until she wanted to die of the pleasure. Don't stop! No! Please don't stop -

He moved downward, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of devastation in their heated wake as he slipped down her body, his hands cupping her ass and lifting her hips to press a wanton kiss above her wet golden curls. Oh, please! Yes!

He was pressing her thighs apart – seeking – teasing – until she lifted her hips and threw her head back, panting in desperation. She felt his delicious fingertips slip into the wet, swollen cleft between her legs – felt the heat swelling – that hot, sensuous beginning of ravening passion – felt his long, lean fingers dip and swirl over her clitoris and into her throbbing center – felt the sweet, hot torture of his mouth as he kissed her wet sex - his tongue swirling – dipping – offering paradise – almost – there – please – oh, please – oh - yesss–

Oh, shit!

The alarm brought her up from her bed with a strangled curse. Damn him! Even in her dreams, Prince Charming was just a frigging tease! She calmed her raging pulses, and closed her eyes, falling back onto her damp pillow with a groan.

How many times had she felt him in her dreams? How many times had she so nearly felt the explosion she desperately craved? Oh, yeah – he was a damned tease -

But at least he wasn't gay!

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