Passion For Hire: Passion Series, #5

By J. A Melville

Adrian was the most beautiful man Faith had ever seen…in her dreams.

Tall, dark and handsome…and a vampire!

As a visionary, dreams were a glimpse into the future.

Just one touch or a dream, and she saw what was to come.

If YOU found the man of your dreams, would YOU pursue him?

Adrian was tortured by what he had done.

Living a lie, hiding the truth from his family.

The appearance of the beautiful, yet innocent Faith, threatened it all.

She knew. She saw what he had hidden.

She was a temptation he had to resist to protect her from himself.

Because giving in to her, would surely destroy them both.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J. A Melville
• Release date: Jun 5, 2018
• ISBN: 9781540138804

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Chapter One

Faith

I always remember thinking when my mother died, that I had lost the only person in my life that would ever love me and care about me. I had a father I discovered. Well, he discovered me, but he was not a nice man and I’d already had enough sketchy details from my mother over the years to work that one out anyway.

They say in life everything happens for a reason and I’m a huge believer of that. I think of our life’s journey as pavers; one beside the other over and over, all working towards a final goal, that path that represents our life.

Of course, for some like me, it is possible to get a glimpse of what is coming in life. It doesn’t have to mean that what I see for the future is the path that has to be taken, but it’s a guide. Whether at the end I choose to stay on that path or venture off it, therefore altering my future is entirely up to me.

For me personally there have been so many pavers, so many paths that have brought me to where I am now.

I’d endured a year of harsh treatment from the man who fathered me but whose contribution as a father had been nothing more than DNA. He had found me simply because he needed me to help him. I blamed him for my mother’s untimely death, and I would have refused him, I’d have wanted nothing to do with him, if he hadn’t said that one word, just one word that changed everything for me...sister.

I had a half sister and suddenly finding her was the most important thing to me. For that reason and that reason alone, I helped my father down the path that I hoped would lead to his ultimate destruction. If the vague flashes of images that flitted through my head, too fast at times to fully decipher them were what I suspected, then my father was on the road to what would be his death.

My dreams, visions, my ability to see what was coming, to foresee the future sometimes had filled my nights with flashes of colour, faces, names, events playing out like short videos, and I saw her, my sister, the people around her that weren’t people in the truest sense of the word. Oh, they looked human, but they were not, as she was not, they were all in fact vampire.

She was beautiful, Flame, her name was Flame, and it suited her perfectly with her long mane of curling hair that was a bright red. She was with a gorgeous vampire man and in fact was surrounded by several of them, all stunningly beautiful.

It was the night my father finally decided to confront her that I knew things were about to change forever. We’d seen Flame and her vampire lover Damien up against the side of a car making love and that was the first building block falling into place. Of course, having sex in public wasn’t enough to give our father leverage over my sister, it was the flash of fangs and the drinking of blood that did that. My father was delighted that he had something he could use to demand a higher price, the price of his silence.

From that moment when Flame’s mother and our father climbed into the car with the vampires that night, I knew destiny as I’d seen it was being set in motion. Now all I had to do was find the right time to make my move. I wanted to see my sister; I craved that chance to have family, the one thing I’d been denied when my mother suddenly passed away after a long illness. With a father unwilling to acknowledge me, I’d been forced into years of foster homes until old enough to get out and start making my own life.  

I waited for the right time to make my move and meet my sister, not caring that she was vampire. Not caring that I would be walking into a house full of them. It was then that my nights became plagued with him. Endless images of him, my destiny, and the man who would be my future.

He was tall, beautiful although I probably shouldn’t refer to a man as beautiful, but he was. His hair was long enough that he often wore it back in a ponytail. It came to just below his shoulders and it was an unusual mix of black with streaks of blonde through it. It looked like he’d had it streaked at the hair salon, but something told me that was unlikely given he was vampire. He wasn’t just vampire though, he had other powers although I couldn’t see clearly what they were.  I couldn’t quite work out his eye colour either but overall, the man was gorgeous, movie star kind of gorgeous. I’d never seen anyone like him before. He had broad shoulders, was muscled but not too heavily so, defined abdominal muscles, that V, that one thing that I heard girls joke about as being the arrow that pointed to that part of him that made him male.

He had tattoos too although I wasn’t sure what they were. My visions were good but not that good. He had long legs, muscled thighs and the whole package was enough to have me waking from my dreams shaking, heart pounding and with a strange throbbing between my legs. Adrian, his name was Adrian, and he was mine. He didn’t know that yet and I knew I would have a fight on my hands to prove that to him. He had secrets from his family, a lot of secrets. The main one being what he got up to each night.

There were women, lots, and lots of women. Women who wanted a man like him, a man who would give them whatever they wanted and needed for the right price. He was so strong and commanding. The women seemed to want him to control them to overpower them. So many visions I would see women bent over his knees as he spanked them. Sometimes just with his bare hands but often with something that looked a bit like a whip to me but with strips of leather hanging off it. He would tie some up, handcuff some and eventually he would have sex with them. Money would be exchanged, and he would do something to them, take some of their blood and leave.

I know he had other secrets, but I couldn’t see much beyond sketchy flashes of him sleeping in a home that was not his parents’ home and there were people there, two or three of them I think, although I’m not entirely sure they were people. I think they were vampires too, but I couldn’t see clearly enough in the flashes that would come to me.

Despite what he did each night I still knew he was to be mine. Why destiny had chosen him for me, I wasn’t sure. It was not going to be easy. He was a complicated man and vampire. Still, I’d seen those moments where I was with him and he would be holding me, kissing me, his hands on me. He would fight it I knew because I was not one of the women he frequented normally. He had women who were experienced, bored housewives most times who wanted that spark in their lives that he could provide. He would not willingly take me for the one simple fact that I was a virgin. Still, it was my destiny that he would be the one to take it, that I gave Adrian my innocence. I just had to make him realise and accept that.

Now here I was with everything that had happened, kneeling before the beautiful man himself. With my sister, our father dead, Flame’s mother dead and surrounded by vampires, finally the building blocks were stacked the way they were meant to be. I was with the man of my dreams, my visions. I was with Adrian. . .

I LOOKED UP INTO HIS eyes, those beautifully unique eyes. A mix of grey, blue, green but pale, like his father’s. I felt a shiver run up my spine as I stared into them, feeling like they could see into my very soul.

My gaze moved over his face, my heart skipping a beat. Now the initial shock over my declaration that I was his seemed to have worn off, he just looked angry, seriously angry. His beautiful lips, I never knew a man could have beautiful lips were set in a straight line and I could see a muscle ticking in his jaw.

He tried to take a step away from me as our eyes locked, but I was still holding him, my arms around his legs. His sudden movement caused me to pitch forward, and my eyes ended up in line with the bulge of his penis that I could see through the leather of his black pants. I felt colour rise in my cheeks when he cursed under his breath and looked down again to find my face nearly in his groin.

Fucking hell. He ground out, bending down, and pulling me effortlessly to my feet. What the hell do you want, and why are you here, and what do you mean by saying something like that? You are mine? What the hell? I don’t know you. I’ve never met you so that means you are not mine. He bent closer to me since he was considerably taller than I was despite me being five foot, nine. Why are you here in our home?

I felt my bottom lip begin to tremble at the harshness of his tone. He obviously wasn’t happy to see me but then of course, he was right, he didn’t know me. He didn’t have the benefits of seeing the future to know that we were meant to be together.

Are you mute? Can you not speak? Well? Have you suddenly been struck with a good case of laryngitis? His tone oozed sarcasm as he bent over even more until he was right in my face and I stared at him, wide eyed, noticing the flecks of colours through those unusual eyes of his. He had the most incredible lashes too, really long, very thick, wasted on a man.

Under his glare, I started to shake, struggling to draw air into my lungs. Up this close I could smell him, and he smelled of some beautiful underlying scent which I suspected was just him but unfortunately it was masked somewhat by the heavier fragrance of a woman’s cheap perfume. Plus, there was something else, some other scent, something primitive, carnal, sexual, something that triggered a strange sensation low in my stomach.  

Are you going to answer me? He asked again before lifting his head to look around the room. Will someone say something? How come tonight of all nights you’re all silent, even you Francesca. I watched him shoot an accusing look at the strange, dark haired female vampire.

This is Flame’s half-sister son. We only found out this evening. Adrian’s father Fabian answered.

What, sister? When did this happen? Did you know you had a sister? He turned on Flame.

No, I didn’t Adrian and stop bitch snapping at me. It’s not my fault that you’ve had a shitty night doing whatever the hell you’ve been doing, and now Faith’s just made the evening that much shittier. My sister leapt to my defence which made me shoot a grateful smile at her, even if she’d also managed to insult me as well, by implying I’d helped make Adrian’s night worse. Ok, so for him, I probably had.

Oh, I know what he’s been doing. I interjected. He’s been with one of his regular cli... I was suddenly cut off from finishing by Adrian’s large hand slamming down over my mouth effectively stopping me mid-sentence.

What the fuck are you doing? He snapped. My private fucking life is just that, private, so shut up. I don’t know why the hell you’ve turned up now, but I get the impression you’re going to be an enormous pain in my ass.

I told you who I am silly. I grinned, despite the anger radiating off him. I am yours. You and I are destined to be together. I saw it in my dreams.

I heard feminine laughter and turned to see Francesca bending over laughing uncontrollably. Oh, poor Adrian, she really believes you and her are meant to be together. She sobered long enough to lock eyes with mine. You’re making a mistake little girl. Adrian wouldn’t want you. He likes a woman with experience and you’re like the pin up girl for untouched. Have you ever been kissed or seen a man’s cock? She asked and I blushed which made her laugh again.

Yeah, I thought not. Run along, you’re never going to get him. He’s not the man for you. Ask Flame, ask your sister what the man you think is your destiny likes. She knows, she’s been fucked by him and apparently he’ll chain you up and even give you a good spanking. She raised an enquiring eyebrow at me. Is that what you’d like little girl?

I felt tears prick at the back of my eyes as Francesca mocked me and I lowered my head, unable to meet her gaze any longer. I...I...I’m a visionary. I saw all of you and I saw him. I saw what he does, all the women, and the house he...those people... I stopped when Adrian snapped out just one single word to me.

Enough. His hands suddenly dug into my arms. What do you want from me? You might have seen what you think is your destiny but I’m not it. I’m not the man for you. For starters I’m vampire and you’re human. You need to go find a nice young man to make a new destiny with. You don’t want me, and I don’t... This time he fell silent, the rest of his sentence unspoken.

He didn’t need to finish though, I knew what he’d been about to say. He didn’t want me. I felt the despair that had lived in me for so long welling up again. I’d thought with the discovery of a sister that I might have had a chance for family. Watching our father and Flame’s mother die had only cemented my beliefs in my mind. Then there’d been my dreams of him, of Adrian but what I saw in my dreams and the reality standing before me now were two entirely different things. Did he find me that repulsive?

You say you can foresee the future. Adrian’s voice broke through the misery of my thoughts. It’s not set in stone though is it? It can change, you must see that. For two people to be together both must want it and I don’t intend to ever be tied down.  Plus, I can’t be with you even if I wanted to. You’re a virgin aren’t you? He asked and I nodded, blushing again. I am not the man to take your innocence. I am a vampire and it’s in my nature to fuck a lot of women and never have any of them been virgins. I suggest you go home and start dreaming of a more realistic future and not one that includes me.

I don’t have a home. I whispered and finally succumbed to the tears that had been threatening to fall since Adrian’s rejection of me began. I heard a muffled oath and arms came around me, pulling me forward against a hard chest.

God he smelled so good, and I took advantage of the fact that he wasn’t quite the ass he was trying to make out he was, and curled my arms around his back. I pressed my palms flat against him, his muscles shifting under my hands as he moved slightly. Feeling the most secure I’d actually felt in a long time, I gave in to my emotions and I cried.

Don’t you have a home to go to little one? Fabian’s voice came to me through my tears.

"N...no, my father took me in about a year ago. I’d been living with him and Flame’s mother but then things got really bad, and they couldn’t make the rent. I couldn’t earn enough to pay it, so we ended up on the street.

We’ve been living out of his van for about a month or so. I don’t...I don’t want to live out of a van any more. I lifted my tear stained face to Fabian’s. I want to be with my sister. I finally have family. All my life I’ve just wanted family, I’ve wanted someone to want me."

You can stay here Faith and be with your sister. My home is big enough although there is a little bit of a problem with the lack of food in it given we don’t really need food ourselves. Fabian gave me a lopsided grin.

That got my attention, and I lifted my head from Adrian’s chest to give him a wide eyed look. Really, I can stay here?

Of course, you can Faith. Flame answered. If Fabian has invited you to stay with us, he would not say so if he didn’t mean it.

I felt Adrian tense up against me. You can’t be serious. She can’t stay here with us. She’s human. Do you intend turning her into a mobile blood bank, is that the reason behind your offer of a place to stay?

Are you questioning my motives son? Fabian’s voice had a distinct chill in it. "I am merely offering to help a young woman who as it turns out is not just family to one of us but who did try to help us handle the situation with Flame and Faith’s father. That situation has now been taken care of, which has inadvertently created a problem leaving Faith with nowhere to live.

My home is large, there is more than enough room for her to be here and no, she will not be a one stop blood shop for us. Obviously you don’t want her here since she seems to know some of your secrets. We will not be pressing her for information on you Adrian. You are my son. Just as long as you aren’t breaking any of the rules I have in place, I will not force either you or Faith to reveal what it is you get up to. Although I suspect I have already worked out one of your secrets which has me curious as to why, but I will not press you to answer me." Fabian touched me on the shoulder.

Now, as for you Faith, you must forget this foolish notion that my son is somehow meant to be a part of your future. You are a virgin, and no one here will take that. You need to find a nice man suitable to give it to or a man who will be your ideal life partner. Do not look at my son through rose tinted glasses. He is vampire, you are human.

I pulled out of Adrian’s arms and dashed the last of my tears away with the palms of my hands. Please don’t tell me that a vampire and human can’t be in love or be together. I know you all started off with human partners. I turned to look around the room. Allegra, Arissa, Sirene and of course my sister, you were all human when you began relationships with your vampires. From what I can see in my visions, you all became vampire through necessity not because you chose to be one. I know you have fought what happened to you for weeks Flame and you nearly broke your poor vampire’s heart in the process. I swung my eyes to Damien briefly before turning back to Fabian. So please, don’t make it seem like it’s impossible for a human and vampire to be together.

Dammit, why won’t you listen? Adrian snapped, racking a hand through his beautiful hair, disturbing it where it was held back by a band. You and I are not destined to be together. You say you can see what I am, well, take a closer look. I will only end up hurting you if you fill your head with romantic notions about us. I...am...not...for...you. He ground out, his brows drawn together as he frowned down at me.

I looked up at him and a strange feeling of peace washed over me. God he was so beautiful, but he was wrong. He would be mine. I would give myself to him. I just had to make him see that for himself. I reached up and cupped his cheek, feeling the stubble of his permanent 5 o’clock shadow. He stared down at me something flickering in his eyes before he swore and pulled away from me again.

You’re not listening to me, and I’ve had enough of this. It’s late, I’m tired. I need to shower and go to bed. Good night. He said, walking from the room with long strides and I watched him until he disappeared from my sight.

When I turned back to everyone, they were all watching me closely. How old are you little one? Fabian asked.

Twenty. I replied. Why?

You are so young and innocent. Do as my son says. Don’t fill your head with romantic dreams of him. I don’t know what he gets up to most of the time, but I sense it would be unwise to plan a future with him. Find yourself a man who wants you and appreciates you. Don’t hold out for my son. He will only hurt you. He straightened.

Now, Flame will show you to your room and find you something to wear for sleeping in. You will have to go tomorrow and get some food in to eat. This house has a fully functional kitchen and a fridge but of course none of us cook when there is no need to. Do you have money?

I have some, not much. I said. I had managed to save some money but whatever I had, father used up pretty quickly. There is very little left. I hid some from him or he would have taken everything I had. Still, I will need to get out and find more work.

What do you do Faith? Flame asked me.

I smiled. I tell people’s fortunes of course. It pays quite well but not well enough to keep up with someone who could spend the way our father could. I felt tears threatening again. Thank you all for being so kind, thank you Flame for not turning your back on me when you don’t really know me, and thank you Fabian for letting me stay here. I swiped at the one lonely tear which began to track a path down my cheek.

Flame, take her to her room; the room before the communal room. Fabian said.

The communal room? I asked curiously.

Damien and Lucian both began to laugh. It’s probably best you don’t know. They said together and burst out laughing again.

I walked over to them and put a hand on each of them, seeing flashes of images in my mind. They became clearer and when I saw what I knew to be the communal room in use, I felt my cheeks heat up. Oh. I gasped.

Damien and Lucian looked at each other in surprise. You can see things just by touching us?

Yeah, but I’m not sure I wanted to see that. So, you’re both pierced? You know, down there? I asked.

Lucian was the first to recover from my words and burst out laughing. Oh, looks like you’re going to have to be careful what you get up to with Flame from now on bro, seems there might very well be someone watching. He said in a staged whisper.

Fuck off Lucian and go home. It’s late; shouldn’t you be home instead of here? Damien punched his younger brother in the arm.

Yeah, you’re right. Come on baby. He held a hand out to Arissa before turning to me. It’s been interesting. He started to walk from the room. Good night all. He called and Arissa murmured a good night too and they were gone.

We’re going to head off too. Dominick spoke up. It’s certainly been a strange evening but I think it would be best if we left you all alone now so you can make Faith welcome in your home sire. He stood and Allegra rose too. Come cara. He bowed briefly to us all before leaving. I stared after him as he left. He was so good looking; well, they all were for that matter.

So, is it being vampire that makes you all so beautiful? I asked and Francesca burst out laughing.

"You just say what you’re thinking girl don’t you? Do you have a filter for that mouth at all? Not that there’s anything wrong in saying we’re all beautiful. I mean who doesn’t enjoy a compliment, but sometimes you just might want to think before you speak, and you sure as fuck want to rethink this whole thing with Adrian. The man’s never going to want you, not like that little girl.

Of course, if you think you wouldn’t mind it a little rough, a little bit of bondage and to let the man slap you around a bit, then you go right ahead and try and get yourself nailed by him but otherwise, he’s out of your league, seriously. She flicked her wrist as if swatting away an annoying insect. I’m going to get out of here too. It’s late. I need my beauty sleep. Good night." She gave another twirl of her wrist and sashayed out of the room leaving me alone with Damien, Flame, Sirene and Fabian.

Come. Flame slipped an arm around my shoulders. I’ll show you to your room. She said as she led me away from the others.

Good night. I called before following my sister suddenly exhausted and badly needing to sleep.

Chapter Two

Adrian

Adrian had trouble sleeping after leaving everyone following the disturbing problem of Faith. What the hell was she thinking saying she was his? So, she had dreams and saw them together in those dreams? There had to be something to what she was saying because she seemed to know about him, far more than he wanted her to know, but she was delusional thinking they’d be together. He didn’t do relationships. Ok, she was gorgeous, and he wasn’t immune to her beauty, but she was innocent and that made her so very wrong for him.

The most frustrating thing was that she’d have quite happily divulged to his family what he spent his evenings doing. He wasn’t ready for them to learn that he was a male prostitute. He was no street corner hooker though. He was a gigolo, the man who gave women what they wanted. One thing he’d kept quiet about was his ability to sense what they wanted. With one touch, he could read them.

Not read their minds. He wasn’t psychic but he’d feel their wants and desires. They would flow through him, and he was surprised how many women wanted a man to dominate them, to control them, not to mention the number of women who wanted him to handcuff them, bound, spank, and even whip them.

When he’d first become vampire, it hadn’t taken long to discover that he could read what women wanted. Eventually he decided to use his talents if they could be called that to make money. He wasn’t like his father. His father had been vampire a long time and was a wealthy man, Adrian was not. 

He’d made good money selling his body, and he’d secretly bought a property, which due to an accident in his early days of being vampire, had now become the place he kept his other secret his family knew nothing of. Life had become very complicated so quickly for him. At times he’d wondered how the hell he could keep going. That was back then, when it had all first blown up in his face.

Still, time had passed, he’d become more experienced, more settled and accepting of what he was, and he’d found a way to use his talents to make money, a lot of money. Sometimes though, the burden of his secrets would get to him, and he’d wake, trembling and his stomach twisted into a knot from his guilt.

He’d settled into the routine of dealing with the secrets he kept from his parents. They knew nothing of his double life, and he figured they never would until her, until Faith. Sweet, innocent, beautiful Faith who had no idea what she was opening herself up to by saying she was his. She had no idea what he was capable of, although for a fleeting moment he wondered if that might be the way to get rid of her. Fuck her, show her everything he could do to her and hopefully scare the crap out of her and frighten her off.

Faith

I was so tired and when my sister finally left me alone in the huge, opulent bedroom, shutting the door quietly behind her, I staggered to the bed and collapsed on top of it. I wanted to look around since the room was amazing, so big, simply beautiful, but fatigue was sucking me under, making my eyelids heavy and without bothering to change or slip under the blankets, I succumbed to my exhaustion and drifted off to sleep.

FLASHES OF COLOUR CAME to me. I could see a bed, a huge bed with four posts rising up to a canopy overhead. There were mirrors on the underside of the canopy top reflecting down onto the bed and I could see a couple under what looked like black satin sheets. It was a man and a woman, but I couldn’t get a very clear image of them. My brow furrowed as I struggled to see them more clearly and then suddenly with a flash of near blinding light, the fog lifted, and I saw them.

Even in my sleep, I think I blushed. It was the strong, muscled back of a man I could see, the light shifting over each beautifully defined muscle as he moved. He was naked, his buttocks flexing in a rhythm of tightening and relaxing, over, and over. I could see legs locked around his waist and as I watched, fascinated, I realised the couple were in the middle of what seemed to be a very intense, very physical act of making love. No, this couldn’t be called making love. It was more violent, hard, passionate, a kind of basic coupling. It was almost animalistic and as I stared at them, feeling a wave of heat spread through my body, the man turned his head to one side, and I gasped.

His expression was so consumed with lust, a deep, intense passion etched into his stunning features, I couldn’t look away. He was beautiful, a near perfect example of a male. Over long black hair, blonde streaks through it and a shadowing of dark over his jaw. His eyes were closed, but as I stared at him, realisation struck, and I didn’t need to see them to know who it was. It was Adrian, right in the middle of a highly arousing sexual experience, and he was a thing of beauty to watch.

Another wave of heat coursed through my body, and I felt achy, needy, wanting something, wanting him. I stared at him, making love, no, not making love, this was more basic. He was fucking that woman and going by the soft breathy gasps I could hear coming from her lips, she was enjoying herself.  

I felt envy, jealousy and unable to control myself, as I watched them in the middle of an act  that was highly intimate, I slipped a hand into my panties, surprised when I felt how wet I was between my legs.

I gasped at the stab of pleasure I felt from my wandering fingers and that gasp turned into a shocked exclamation when Adrian’s head reared back and for the first time I saw the face of the woman he was pounding into with such long, deep, penetrative strokes. The woman’s face looked as if she was in pain, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, her mouth slack, open. She arched her back, her nails raking over the broad shoulders of Adrian, and I watched, shocked, tense, mesmerised by the image in my head as her eyes suddenly shot open.

For a brief moment, it felt like she and I were making eye contact, intense blue to intense blue, but I knew she couldn’t see me. This was a vision, of a time still to come. Of a time that was to be mine. The woman under Adrian, the woman, who screamed and began to tear deep furrows into the skin of the man driving into her, who bucked and writhed under him; the woman who had clearly just reached orgasm, was me.

I cried out at the sight before me. Unable to control my response, I writhed and squirmed, my hands between my legs, my thighs clamped tightly together as I felt stabs of pleasure radiating through my body. Helplessly unable to look away from what was happening to me, I watched as Adrian bit into my neck in the vision and my whole body bucked up again. My spine bowed until only my head and the heels of my feet were on the bed and in my vision I could see I’d reached orgasm again, just from his bite. The pleasure was so intense, it felt so real though. How could that be?

I gasped again, moaning and rolling from side to side, and I could hear something, a man’s voice. It was getting louder, more insistent until finally I realised he was calling my name.

FAITH, FAITH, WAKE up, you’re having a dream, nightmare, something, wake up. I finally opened my eyes at the persistent calling of my name, and the feel of someone shaking my shoulders.

My eyes lifted and I found myself staring into the concerned face of Adrian. The very man from my vision, my future, my vampire, and the man I was just under in that vision. As the image of it almost seemed to superimpose itself over his gorgeous face, I felt colour flood mine. It was like being caught peeping through the keyhole at a couple having sex.

Ok, so I can see you were having more than a dream weren’t you? You haven’t come yet though. Let me help you with that. Adrian’s voice penetrated my thoughts and I turned to him, confused by his words.

He must have seen my expression and his eyes dropped down my body, a hint of a smile tugging up one side of that beautiful mouth of his. My gaze dropped from his and lowered to where he was looking and when I saw what he was seeing, I felt totally mortified. I could feel sweat break out on my top lip my embarrassment was so extreme.

My hand was down my pants and I’d been masturbating in my sleep obviously while watching the vision of Adrian and me together. It was the first time I think I’d ever been turned on by one of my visions and resorted to touching myself. I could have lived with that, been