Touched by the Sandman
By Beverly
Ovalle
~A lonely woman's torrid sexual dreams and fantasy partner
await her as a dominant reality in another dimension~
The sandman visits those that need him, assisting them to
sleep. Until one night he meets a woman that he cannot help but return to time
after time.
She is lonely. He comes to her as she drifts off to sleep,
the man of her dreams. Awake or asleep, which is her reality?
He knows she is the one meant for him. He will find a way to
make both of their dreams come true.
Excerpt:
The darkness blurred and
shimmered, bringing to life a man of moonlight and darkness: Aryne.
Before him Aryne
could see her, lying in bed, tears of loneliness staining her pillow.
She made his heart ache. He softly stepped to her side. His hand touched her
face and gently pushed back her hair. He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss
on her forehead, turning her dreams from sadness to joy. Her body arched toward
his touch as the skim of his hand, the heat of his skin traced the edges of her
curves. He stepped back…and then within the shimmer of dreams disappeared.
Night after
night her loneliness cried to him. Unable to resist, he came to her. Subtly he
inserted himself into her dreams, into her arms. Aryne knew it was wrong. As a
guide, his job was to bring sweet, peaceful dreams. But no one affected him
like she had. He was unable to resist comforting her, drawing her into his
arms, covering her body with his…but only in her dreams. There Aryne stole the
passion from her lips, igniting an ache in his body that would not go away.
Touching her
shattered him. He knew instinctively that her touch would be his downfall. Her
touch could keep him here in this splinter of his world, isolated as all of the
Outcasts were. Generations had gone by; those exiled had died long ago, their
children mixing amongst the races of the universe.
He had tried to
stay away, fearing this. He was adrift, swept away, drowning in her passion,
breaths away from losing himself. Giving in, acknowledging the power she
unknowingly had over him would condemn him, keep him here if she was unable to
travel to his world. Very few could navigate between worlds. And this world
would drain his power rather than enhance it. Even the short time he spent
there took its toll on him, the drain only in abeyance when he was in her arms.
Try as he might, he could not resist her siren call. Only by controlling her
and the passion between them could he make sure that he would not become lost.
Lost in her. Trapped forever in her world.
He had done his
best, gentling her to his hand, to his control. She knew the unspoken rules,
knew the consequences. He played them out in her dreams, a dark symphony of
passion and restraint. Perhaps unforgivable for a guide, but he could not
resist. And just her body was no longer enough. Eventually he would capture her
heart and soul.
A man of shadows, it
would be during the midnight hours of her slumber.
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