Sweet Dreams

Fingers curled around the crystal encrusted cup in her hand Harper stared aimlessly at the scratched and worn wooden floorboards. Her mind clouded with the recent events of this afternoon, what with Kiev and then Elena who claimed she didn't send any message. The bastard sent her the message that much was obvious to lure her out of her apartment. Gritting her teeth she recalled the encounter in her car, how he puffed in doing what he always did which was turn her body against her and ruffle her feathers.

"You okay?"

Nodding Harper lowered the cup from her thinned lips and looked up to see Elena watching her intently, concern etched in her youthful features "You seemed really shaken when you came in." she said softly, lowering herself down on the old plaid love seat she sighed and covered her face with her small hands.

Since entering the shop Harper hadn't spoken a word only sobbing as she felt her body tingle and convulse with the aftermath of Kiev. She didn't have the energy to stand as she crumbled into a heap on the floor when Elena approached her asking what happened when his scent hit her hard. She knew it was him and quickly assisted Harper to her feet and onto the love seat. No words were exchanged as the witch ran to the small room behind the counter where she held the real magic. Harper didn't follow after her her as she heard the clanking of bowls and loud grinding, never twitched when Elena returned with a pitcher of a sticky grayish goop. She poured a large cup, handing it to Harper who swallowed the goop without so much as a gaming noise passing her parted lips. She didn't decline the next cup Elena filled and pushed towards her or the third or the fourth. She was on auto pilot, mind clouded with questions and the scenes in the car. Even now Harper couldn't understand how everything turned so quickly? She felt so dirty, her skin crawling with the reminder that he had been kissing her, touching her.

With every sip of the goop Harper felt her mind clear, the numbness leaving her body as she returned to the present. She felt odd, her legs still trembling from the assault she faced in the car. The muscles above her belly tightened recalling the euphoria afterwards, the intensity of the climax.

Swallowing past the lump that formed in her throat Harper raised the cup to her lips and finished the last of the goop grateful there was no more. The sticky goo slid slowly down her throat, cooling as it made its way down to her stomach. Suppressing the urge to gag she placed the cup down on the platter by the now empty pitcher. She noted the way her fingers trembled in front of her and brought her hand to her lap, hating how she was reacting to him.

"Thanks for the...um that." Harper mumbled, motioning towards the platter

Dropping her hands down at her sides Elena waved her away "It's just your average back room concoction, first level witch magic." she explained with a shrug

"Whatever it is it helped."

Elena turned so her body faced Harper, she tucked one short leg beneath her. "What did he do to you?" she asked at last

Her lower muscles tightened at the reminder and Harper gritted her teeth hating how her body peeked at the mere mention of the bastard no hating him. She closed her eyes for a moment wondering how to explain what happened, how could she explain she lost control with him and hated how much she enjoyed it? How could she explain the power rolling off of him as he spoke to her, the fear she felt in her chest just recalling those dark orbs? How would she make Elena understand how much she loathed him? How much she loathed what he did to her when he was around?

Rather than mention the unnecessary details Harper kept it simple and answered in a voice, void of any emotion "He did what his kind do best."

She saw the questions in Elena's eyes her lips parting as if she were going to ask them but quickly shut it closed much to Harper's relief. She didn't know how she would have answered any other questions without admitting what she knew was wrong and that was how she felt during their 'moments' together. What would the witch think of her?

"Sex demons usually don't leave their victi- err prey feeling this disrupt, well not right away. It usually takes weeks many months when the euphoria wears off unless your huntress blood has been warding off his magic leaving only your own feelings."

Harper cringed at the theory, did that mean she enjoyed it on her own free will? No, he had control of her body maybe he controlled her emotions as well. Or maybe she ....

Shaking her head of the thought before she began wondering further about this situation, more than she cared to.

"He's different maybe that's what has you feeling weak."

Brows furrowing, Harper clasped her hands to keep them from trembling "Different how?" she asked

Sighing Elena thought over her response for a few moments before speaking "He's not your average demon."

Twisting to face her Harper shook her head "What does that mean?"

"He's not a threat to be taken lightly and whatever he did to you earlier was just a touch of what he could really do."

"Is he highly ranked?" Harper asked, knowing Elena would understand she spoke of the counsel those bastards had as peace keepers. Ironic how demons had a group of assholes keeping them safe as if they needed protection.

She shook her head "Worse, he's-"

Gasping before she could answer Elena jerked forward, hands gripping her torso. Startled by her sudden look of pain Harper jumped up to her feet when she recalled the last time she saw the young witch in as much pain. This was going against whatever Kiev made her agree to.

"I don't want to know." Harper said worriedly, when the small woman doubled over the seat Harper rose from. Gripping her shoulders she gave her a shake "Just shut up Elena!" she screamed frantically

Her head felt light as she felt Elena relax but not before she spotted the burgundy spot in the front of her shirt. Her legs wobbled yet she mangled to merely tilt to one side, yet remained on her feet. Her heart slammed against her ribs as Elena sat up hands remaining on her midsection. What sort of secrets did Kiev have and why was he so interested in making her miserable? More questions with no answers, she thought bitterly.

Releasing a soft sigh she glanced down at her fingers sticky with blood and winced. "Sorry I thought I could slip it out without the whole...you know."

"Internal bleeding?" Harper added with a glare

"Yeah but it didn't work." she shrugged as if the blood that coated her fingers were from a mere paper cut.

One thing Harper remembered was that a witch's magic was not something you wanted to get tangled up with. There were no loopholes or easy way out if you were on the wrong side of their magic, something her father had made sure she and her brother understood well. Witches were great allies and worse enemies should you be stupid enough to piss one off. Even for herself. It was something Elena obviously didn't care too much about considering she could have died trying to slip it out as she called it.

Running a hand through her messy hair Harper took a step back "Just don't do it again, okay?"

Smiling she gave a small nod as a small dinging sounded behind them. In unison they turned to the front door, Harper half expecting the prick himself to make an appearance knowing he was hanging around somewhere. She couldn't understand why she felt as if he were always lurking behind her, bidding his time before he appeared. When a young red head entered, clutching a straw colored bag to her side only then did Harper release the breath she didn't know she was holding.

Her shoulders sagged and she felt vulnerable, fearing the next meeting the way a child would fear bedtime when the 'monsters' in their closet showed. Kiev was her monster and she didn't want to go to bed and have him appear but it was unavoidable. He was going to come and she couldn't hide like a child. She wasn't the cowering type yet she couldn't help but think of herself in bed, in the safety of her apartment. Far from him.

The young woman tucked a strand of her dyed hair behind her ear, looking from side to side as if someone were hiding around one of bookshelves. Maybe she has her own demon chasing her, Harper thought sarcastically.

"Is this the place with um..." she paused, her eyes darting between Elena and Harper before dropping to her bag "Magic." she added in a small voice.

It was obvious the woman felt uncomfortable being in the shop, the way she kept her gaze trained on the ground. Her hands trembling as she struggled to keep her eyes downwards. Harper wondered why humans came to Elena's shop, why they turned to magic when life became difficult? Some had actual problems while others came for small, pointless reasons like getting a guy to like them or getting back at a person who embarrassed them. There were petty reasons and reasonable ones as well but if Harper were a regular human she would never turn to magic. There was always a catch when it came to magic.

Clearing her throat Harper turned to Elena who rose to greet her newest customer with a smile. "I'm going to head out now." Harper said as she started to take a few steps backwards.

"Okay and remember if it's me I'll call not text." Elena informed her with a sympathetic smile that had Harper feeling uncomfortable.

Responding with a simple nod Harper grabbed her bag and keys off the counter not recalling if she had placed them there or if Elena had. The past few hours felt like a big blur, each scene blending into the other making understanding them that much more difficult.

Without looking back Harper left the shop, aware of Elena's gaze on her as she approached her car. Gripping the steering wheel with both hands tightly recalling another pair on the torn leather rim. A shuddered sigh passed her lips as she thought back to the events that took place in that very seat. Like a shadow the memory was beside her thoughts, never to far away. The realization angered her, she didn't like how her knees weakened recalling what he had done to her. Hated how she couldn't erase him from her thoughts, a reminder of him everywhere.

Cursing under her breath she started the car knowing it wouldn't help to ponder on it any longer yet as she pulled away from the curb she could help but think about what he said before he disappeared.

'No more games...'

If her past encounters with him were merely games how would it feel when he really started to torture her, although she already felt tortured. Every incident with him left her shaky and a mess both emotionally and physically, yet he claimed they were merely games. Harper shivered, what did he have planned for her? The brief flash of raw anger she saw in his eyes haunted her, the bottomless dark orbs a reminder that he was a monster beneath his attractive exterior and she had to be more cautious around him.

She snorted at the thought. He showed up when he wanted and did as he pleased to her, how could she be careful? The realization weighted down heavily on her mind, she couldn't be careful. She couldn't run. Wouldn't hide. That left no options. Her shoulders slumped, she had to tough it out for now until she could figure something out. Feeling cornered Harper couldn't help but think of her brother. Liam was great in situations like this.

If he were here he would have told Harper to be strong. He would have had a plan already thought of, being the war animal he was. Liam was one of the best hunters there has ever been, smart, strong, lethal when armed. If he were around Kiev wouldn't have gotten a hundred feet near her. A sad smile stretched across her lips as she pulled into a spot in front of her building, her thoughts occupied on her brother. She missed him and rarely got to see him because of his job. He never stayed anywhere too long and made sure to visit her when he could. Growing up through hunter training, with their dad and all the difficulties of their less than happy childhood. She felt the sadness fall heavily on her heart as she thought about her brother.

Harper loved Olivia but only Liam truly understood her. Before Harper left the hunting business she and her brother were partners, always going on missions together. Unlike her father Liam hadn't dropped her like a sack of potatoes when she packed her bags, actually Liam spent the first week helping her find an apartment. Growing up she was his shadow, constantly at his side whether he wanted her or not she was there watching, learning from him. That was what their father loved, their bond. The way Liam and she were inseparable and it helped that they both passed the physical part of the hunter test. They were a double threat and her father loved it. Her father loved how people had called them a double threat, their future looked bright in the hunter world until Harper left it all behind. Having Harper walk away from a promising future angered her father more than having his daughter leave and Harper knew it. It was a sad truth and she wished he had cared more for her than having a great reputaion in the hunting world. She wished she had her father.

Shaking her head of the last Harper grabbed her back and stepped out of car, cautiously making her way into the building. Like a scared mouse she scanned the lobby before dashing towards the open elevator doors, glad to see there were a few people in there with her. She almost laughed, no way would Kiev try poofing in here with three other humans around. She felt a bit better as she reached her floor and a middle aged man stepped out with her, she made her way to her apartment in only a few short strides. With trembling hands she unlocked the door and slipped in with an audible gasp. Looking around the room she felt like crying when she saw the empty space. She managed to get back without bumping into him, smiling to herself Harper tossed her bag aside along with her keys.

Kicking off her flats she skipped happily to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of whipped cream along with a small pint of cookie dough ice cream as well as a spoon on her way out of the kitchen. Shutting the lights off Harper made her way to her bedroom, reminding herself to ignore all phone calls as she hopped on the bed. With a smile as wide as the Cheshire cat's she switched on the tv and adjusted herself on the wrinkled sheets. She couldn't wipe the grin off her face as she settled between the twin pillows behind her, or when she found a overly scripted reality show.

It was silly she to be this excited but she couldn't help but feel like she had a small victory. She wouldn't see the demon all night, maybe even all day. She planned on staying in tomorrow, with only three clients coming by and a kitchen still stocked with what she considered the essentials, there was no reason to leave. That meant a full day that bastard wouldn't get her. She almost laughed out loud, after the scene in the car and his cold threat Harper felt she had to step up her game. Be more careful until she had some sort of clue about what to do. If that meant toughing it out in her apartment for a couple of days than so be it.

Popping the lid of the ice cream she shoved the spoon into the untouched treat with a broad grin stretched on her lips that remained on until she dozed off two hours later with the empty ice cream pint by her head and the whipped cream bottle cradled to her chest like a mother would hold her child. Even as she slept the smile remained along with the hope that she would have a peaceful night filled with dreams.

Sitting up Harper glanced down noticing she was still on her bed, the treats from earlier gone, most likely under the bed. Looking around the room she noticed the stream of light that had slipped past her closed dark curtains. Her brows furrowed as she turned to the bedside to where her small -yet annoying- alarm clock blinked 10:00 am. Shocked she slept so long considering her early night, Harper sound her legs off the side of the bed, arms stretched above her head. Turning from one side to the other she released a long breath and hopped to her feet.

Barefoot she padded into the bathroom, eyes half closed. After washing her face and getting her morning rituals done she made her way to the kitchen for a much needed cup of coffee. Starting the maker she turned to the fridge to grab the store bought donuts from a week ago, remembering there were three left.

Normally she'd would make eggs or toast to ease the guilt about last night's snack but she had less than thirty minutes before her first client arrived. None of the equipment was ready other than the camera, which she forgot to put away.

Taking a large bite of the powdered donut she turned to the coffee maker and gasped at the sight before her. The sudden intake of breath had caused the donut in her mouth to lodge in her throat, preventing her from breathing properly. Coughing like a long time smoker Harper felt around for the counter to steady herself. Struggling to stop the burning in her throat, Harper looked up through misty eyes at the image that had her wheezing uncontrollably.

Grinning wildly, with his upper body leaning against the counter was Kiev.

"You.." she gasped hoarsely

His lips curled "The one and only."

The coughing died down, only a dry, burning sensation lingering in her throat. Taking a step back Harper couldn't believe her eyes, how could he have gotten in if the crystal was still in her bedroom? Unless Elena lied to her. She was sworn to serve Kiev, perhaps this was part of his twisted game.

Feeling betrayed Harper steeled her features as she saw he was standing properly. Smile now gone he closed the small gap between them, those cold eyes holding hers.

Her spine stiffened as a single finger glided across her jaw, the coolness it left behind so familiar. The muscles in her lower region stirred, reminded that with that touch came pleasure. Swallowing past the lump in her throat Harper looked up to find Kiev staring down at her, expression impassive as it always was.

His lips parted and for a second she expected him to give her a command. Gone was the tingle of anticipation in her lower belly, in its place was a dread as she awaited his ridiculous command and the burning of the bands. Before he spoke a word Harper decided she would refuse, no longer kneeling to his every will. If she was going to suffer she would suffer with pride.

His lips pressed firmly closed, a small gleam shining in the depth of his eyes. Their color a mix of a dark velvety emerald and a deep burgandy. The mix so enticing as they swirled together, neither color dominating the other.

Her chest heaved with every breath, her heart pounding rapidly as she awaited his next move. Fear lingering in the back of her mind as she thought of what he might do to her. Sure it would end with her gasping, sweaty and dripping wet but the shame she felt was always behind the pleasure. Kiev had a special skill that made her feel dirty, not the kind you felt after a sexy night out dancing. It was more of the self loathing you felt after having a quickie in a public bathroom with a stranger because you need the contact of another human being.

Swallowing the shame creeping in Harper shook the thought away, it wasn't the time nor the place where to drown in self pity or past mistakes.

"Leave." she demanded, eyes trained on his impassive expression.

His eyes glinted with amusement, one corner of his full lips jerked upwards. Unfazed by his reaction to her command Harper crossed her arms across her chest, hiding her trembling fingers from sight.

Without a word he took the last step that separated them, his chest pressing to hers, knees touching, hips rubbing together. Startled Harper stepped back only to find a pair of hands falling onto her full hips. His hands.

The heat of his body surrounded her, the warmth of his palms seeping through her clothing. His fingers digging into her hips, his grip tightening as she unconsciously started to back away despite the way her body tingled in response to his touch. Her nipples perked as she felt him part his legs causing his manhood to press firmly to her stomach. Color flooded her cheeks, arousal causing her lower belly to squirm in excitement.

"I don't want you here." she heard the words tumbling from her mouth, unsure if she spoke the words to him or herself.

A deep rumble of laughter filled the room, the rich sound filling her ears like the sweetest of music. She felt the jerk of her heart as she watched the minty green consume the remaining coal color in his eyes. With her gaze trained on his now vivid green eyes Harper hadnt noticed he had placed a hand across the small of her back. His fingers sprawling across her back.

"There are no lies here huntress, you can't hide." he spoke in a husky tone.

Blinking confusingly at him Harper couldn't understand what he meant, her mind slowly cleared allowing her to notice he had moved closer. Looking down she noticed their hips were pressed together, her hands limp at her sides but his one hand was behind her, the other rising to her chest. Jerking back from his touch, Harper expected her hip to hit the counter behind her but the blow never came.

Whipping around in panic she nearly fainted as her eyes fell on nothing. No counter, oven, fridge, not even a view of her messy living room/studio. Nothing. Her heart sunk as she turned in a full circle expecting her apartment to rematerilize, then once more to make sure her yes weren't playing tricks on her. To her dismay nothing appeared.

Where had it all gone?

The shock slowly left her as anger replaced it, clenching her fists at her sides Harper turned to find Kiev watching her intently. Amusement shimmering like newly cleaned diamonds in his deep emerald eyes. Inhaling a deep breaths from her nostrils she tried and failed to calm her nerves, chest heaving as she tried to take a relaxing breath. Yoga is bullshit, she thought when the second breath didn't ease her frustration.

"What did you do?" she hissed darkly

Rolling his shoulders back he raised a single dark brow "Nothing really."

"Bullshit! Where is my apartment?"

He replied with a smile and another roll of his shoulders. His response enough to push her to her limit. With a deep growl she closed the space between them in a few seconds, fists raised and already thrusting forward aiming for his smug face but they never made impact. Her fist remained suspended in mid air, a pair of cool hands wrapping around her clenched fists, holding them in place.

"Bastard!"

He was lowering his face down to hers as she struggled to get free. "It's simple, I got rid of it."

"What? You can't just get rid of my home asshole!" she spat venomously. Her blood boiled, anger consuming her when he flashed her a sinful smile that would have made her melt if she weren't ready to kill him.

He eyed her with hunger in his eyes, a hunger that wouldn't be satisfied with food. This was a hunger that would only be satisfied physically and Harper couldn't do that again. She couldn't handle the self loathing that cloaked her like a plush robe afterward.

"I can and I think I'll do it again."

Her brows furrowed showing her confusion, she couldn't understand what he meant and was ready to ask him what he meant when she felt a cold finger graze her torso. Harper froze, goosebumps rising to the surface as she realized he touched her skin not the shirt covering her.

Glancing down at her body Harper sucked in a breath, her eyes widening as she saw her clothes were gone. No bra, underwear, nothing but her bare skin. Her eyes swept over her bare skin, not a stitch of clothing covering her slightly pink skin. A fresh wave of heat flushed over her as she felt his eyes on her body, the warmth of his stare adding to her embarrassment. Harper felt his eyes gliding over her, his stare intensive and sharp. She felt like a piece of meat tossed into a lion's cage, something meant to be devoured. That was the look in Kiev's gaze, animal like. It made her nervous despite the small voice that told her to ignore the carnivorous look shimmering wickedly in his gaze.

Anger forgotten Harper squeezed her legs together in attempt to hid her womanhood, struggling to free her hands from his grip and cover what she could. Her attempt to hide herself from his hungry gaze was in vain.

"Like I said, you can't hide." he spoke against the shell of her ear, his hot breath brushing across her skin like a warm caress. "Not here."

A shiver skidded down her spine, a delicious warmth spreading over her body as Kiev drew her body close to hers. Unable to suppress a shiver as a cool hand fell on her bare hip as Kiev's hand rested on her back. The contrast of hot and cold on her flushed skin felt incredible.

Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip Harper stifled a moan as her brain attempted to piece the puzzle together as the hands traveled along her body. All thoughts and theories for what was going on escaped her as Kiev slid one of his hands between her clenched thighs successfully stealing her breath away.

Tossing her head back in abandoned pleasure Harper parted her legs instinctively, her core anticipating the feel of his fingers in which he didn't disappoint. At the first brush of his digits across her swollen lips Harper moaned, the husky sound followed by a deep growl from the man standing between her legs. Circling her entrance with a single finger before pushing three fingers past her wet opening extracting a breathless gasp from her lips. The sudden invasion felt bittersweet, her body hadn't been wet enough for his fingers to slip into her yet was welcomed as her walls closed around the thick digits.

Squeezing her eyes shut Harper winced as he began moving inside her, her greedy core gripping him tighter despite the pain she felt in her womanhood. A small voice in her head said she shouldn't be parting her thighs like a wanton slut, or moaning like a sëx starved nun falling into the arms of temptation for the first time. The voice grew smaller with every skillful thrust of his fingers, each plunge into her slick core taking away part of her common sense. Moaning deep in her throat Harper circled her arms around his neck, her fingers traveling into the silky hair at the nape of his neck and dug into the soft skin of his neck.

"Lean back." he whispered hoarsely

Opening her mouth to point out nothing was here anymore Harper felt his weight pushing her backwards until her back touched a hard surface. Where had that come from, she thought. Twisting her head she didn't recognize the salt and pepper colored marble counter now digging into her lower back, were they still in her apartment? The thought had just crossed her mind when Kiev pressed his body on top of hers, his pelvis lining up with hers, his chest crushing her tingling breásts.

Digging her nails deeper into his skin, lower regions burning with the all too familiar heat that would soon consume her whole. Sliding up along his tightly sculpted torso she stretched on the tips of her toes, her lips parting as she felt his breath fan across her cheekbones. Like the horny slut she was convinced she was Harper slammed her mouth on his, lips parted, tongue probing into his velvety mouth. In unison they moaned as her tongue touched his before she tilted her head to the side and thrust deeper into his mouth, rolling her tongue over his in a teasing matter.

With their lips locked in a heated sloppy kiss, Harper felt a pair of cool hands cupping her heavy breásts, pinching the ereçt nîpple between the chilly fingers. She shivered, groaning deep in her throat as she felt another pair of hands cupping the soft globes of her ass. The firm grip was a turn on in itself. The strong fingers squeezing her ass as the other pair fondled her heavy mounds, while Kiev continued their dance of tongues, the thrusts and sucks reminding of Harper of actual sëx. Her inner walls clenched the three digits inside her weeping sëx at the mere thought of having Kiev's cöck inside of her.

Images of his thick cöck in her hand filled her mind, her fingers rubbing the thick meat thourghly, recalling from the last time she saw the monstrous cöck. Her mouth watered at the image in her head, desire swirling in the pit of her belly. There was no doubt that she wanted him. The desire swirled around her, wrapping her in its warm velvety arms. Goosebumps exploded across her skin, the rush of heat filling her with a pure intensity she couldn't understand mor did she care to try to.

Tearing her mouth from his abruptly she kissed down the column of his neck, her lips moist from their lip lock as she trailed kisses down the his collar bone. Her fingers twitched from behind his neck, itching to travel down his back. Feeling like a newly taken virgin Harper couldn't believe her hands were trembling.

"Lift your ass." he growled against her hair

Upon hearing his list filled voice she lifted her head, her gaze crashing with a pair of intense electric green eyes. Her lips parted in a soundless gasp. She felt the attraction before she realized she was being pulled into their depths.

What's going on?

Her breath caught when she felt a warm palm settle on her cheek and knew immediately it wasn't one of the invisible hands, it was Kiev's. She didn't know how she felt about how she reacted to his touch. Her body definitely enjoyed it, her lower region tingled, her nipples hardened and a deep flush spread across her entire body. Yet her brain perked recognizing the danger even if her body couldn't. The inferno that blazed inside of her dampened slightly as her brain tried catching up, to comprehend what exactly was happening. Was she really kissing Kiev and enjoying it?

"Don't think." The warm breath tickling her breaśts caused her skin to explode in goosebumps. A warm sensation skidded down her spine when a pair of lips brushed across the top of her left breaśt. "Just feel."

Shivering in delight Harper slid her hands down his back, relishing in the feel of those hard muscles beneath her sweaty palms. Gone was her common sense, in its place was a wonton slùt needing more contact. To her dismay she enjoyed the feel of him on top of her, the feel of his lower body digging into her torso adding to the warm lava that spread down to her lower regions. Turning her head to the side she groaned when his mouth trailed a hot path back up her throat and rested against her ear, his hot breath causing her to catch her breath. The cool hands kneaded her breásts, strong fingers pinching her swollen, sensitive nîpples. Hot and cold. Soft and hard. She groaned in frustration and thrust her hips desperate for contact.

She felt his smile across her skin, felt the slight rumble of his chest as he chuckled beneath his breath. Ignoring the way her belly somersaulted Harper arched further gaiant him, her hips rolling against his erection. A moan tumbled from her lips, the guttural sound unfamiliar in the room that was filled with pants and groans.

"Part your legs, huntress."

Like the true whôre she believed she was turning into Harper obeyed, immediately feeling his fingers entering her wet core. Her legs quaked and trembled as he entered her, her breath whooshing out of her. No where near her orgaśm Harper closed her eyes, shivering when the four fingers deep inside her pulled out and plunged back in. Flames licked at her, searing her insides and traveling lower, lower. The fingers inside her curled, hitting a sensitive area no man had hit without her directing him. Eyes snapping open Harper arched forward, feeling possessed as she dug her nails deeper into his back and dragged it down till she reached his hips. If she hurt him he didn't show any sign of pain or discomfort. Her nails bit into his bare flesh only than did she realize his clothing was missing.

With a hazy head filled with desire Harper managed to pull her head back and boy did she wish she had earlier. Gone was the dress shirt and slacks, there was not a stitch of clothing on him. Like a starved woman she drank in his bare body, her eyes glided hungrily over his sun kissed skin. Gliding over his chest, over his smooth glistening torso, over his narrowed hips and lower to a sight that had her inner walls closing around the four digits inside her. Large wasn't the word that could describe him, that would be an insult. Oh no Kiev was enormous and she almost forgot just how big he was. Or that he had plunged so harshly into her before and made her reach an explosive end.

"It can happen now." he growled, his free hand yanking her back to his chest roughly causing his saluting solider to nudge her torso. The rough yank forced his hand deeper into her warmth, nearly wrist deep. His hot breath fanned across her face "I can make you reach that euphoria again."

Burying her face against his chest she bit the soft skin "Yes..." she whispered when she felt his grip tighten around her. She doubted it was from pain, more pleasure she suspected and it thrilled her to know she could effect Kiev this way.

Kissing the tender spot she felt her lips stretch into a satisfied grin as he retracted his hands, the musky scent of her arousal setting the mood. His fingers came out with a pop and she nearly giggled in excitement as he lowered his hand between them. Mimicking him she placed her hand over his and eagerly guided his hard length in line with her dripping core. With labored breath Harper lifted her gaze and found a pair of vivid emeralds watching her excitement play out with his own anticipation shimmering in his eyes.

A involuntary gasp caused her to part her lips, the tip of his hard manhood just barely touching her swollen outer lips. The intensity fell heavily on her, nearly suffocating as he started to push forward slowly. The way he moved literally slowing with every second had Harper nearly groaning when she heard a loud ringing echoing around them.

Releasing her hold on his manhood Harper covered her ears as the ringing assaulted her ears and squinted her eyes shut, all while recognizing the sound. In desperation to cease the horrid sound Harper shook her head, her eyes feeling strangely heavy as she attempted to open them. It took a few tries before finally her lids opened to the bright rays of sunlight pooling in to the room.

Blinking against the brightness in the room Harper sat up noting she was in bed, not in the kitchen where she thought she was. Puzzled Harper slapped her hand down on the still beeping alarm wondering what had just happened?

Was that a dream?

Rubbing her hands over her face Harper sighed, had she really just had a wet dream about Kiev? She groaned inwardly at the thought, recalling how vivid and detailed the dream was. It was as if he had really been here with her.

Scanning the room Harper felt relieved when she didn't see his signature smirk as she just discovered his presence. Yet there was no smirk, no Kiev. Blowing out a sigh of relief, she tossed the covers aside and swung her legs off the bed and felt a tender soreness between her legs. The dream really got her all worked up, she thought with mock humor.

Shuffling into the bathroom Harper stifled a yawn, her brain trying to understand why she'd have a wet dream about the arrogant prick? Did it really matter though? No one else would know but her. Besides it was just a dream, she told herself.

Brushing aside the incident Harper decided she wasn't going to give it another thought. Reaching for her toothbrush Harper, squeezing out some paste she started brushing her teeth when she saw it. Her eyes widened, her mouth gaping causing the toothbrush to fall into the sink. Filled with disbelief Harper leaned closer to the mirror, her eyes glued to the purple, bruised-like hickeys splayed across her breaśts and along her neck. Hesitantly she touched each discolored patch of skin, all while shaking her head.

Maybe it wasn't just a dream.

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Thoughts lovely readers? How do you think Harper will react and was this just a dream?! And Kiev? What are your thoughts on that sexy creatire? And can Elena be trusted?