Only it doesn’t stop. I expect to wake up or at least for the dream to end and move into something else, but instead, I feel his lips against my thighs again, then moving up over my stomach, my breasts, and my throat. “I love making you come,” he whispers in my ear before kissing my cheek, then covering my mouth with his. I even think I taste some of myself on him as he kisses me over and over, his tongue probing my mouth, exploring. He’s reigniting my hunger, stirring the fire that was starting to go out, bringing it back to life.

“Let me inside you,” he whispers between kisses, groaning helplessly when our bodies brush and his hard dick rubs against my leg. “I want to be inside your pussy.”

“Yes,” I whisper, spreading my legs wider to make room for him as he settles between them.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, Colt…” I don’t know what’s happening anymore. I don’t care. I don’t want it to stop, even if it is all in my head. Not when it feels like my body is like a wire being pulled tight, so tight I’d snap at the slightest touch. I need that release again. I need to feel filled, whole.

The pressure from him nudging against my pussy is intense—but it’s nothing compared to when he pushes himself inside me, stretching my channel so wide that, for a moment, all I can think about is the pain.

I somehow manage to lift my hands to his chest, feeling his skin under my palms. “It hurts,” I whimper, making him stop.

“Shhh, you’re doing good,” he soothes, peppering featherlight kisses across my face. “Just relax, and I promise it won’t hurt after this.”

He moves slowly, the way I need him to, in and out, and that delicious friction makes me moan while he breathes heavy against my neck.

“See. The pain is already over. Now you can enjoy the rest.”

Everything about this—the feel of him, his weight pressing me against the mattress, the heat of his breath, his soft grunts each time he sinks as deep as he can—is all so overwhelming. Thoughts and sensations overlap, fighting for my attention. All I know is it feels good, so good I don’t want it to ever end. I don’t want to ever wake up from this. Not when my body feels so alive, not when I feel so free.

“Leni…” He sounds nothing like the Colt I know, who would never whisper my name so helplessly like he’s just as lost as I am. This is the dream version of Colt, the Colt I wish he was.