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Ravenna huddles beside Dream, soaking up his warmth, each rise and fall of his chest lulling her into a state of contentment. Their kiss—or rather, the multitude of kisses they’ve shared—has left an indelible mark on her soul. It's a constant, unrelenting craving for more of him, a need that has embedded itself deep within her.

She blames him for it, of course. His face, his touch, the way he kisses her like he’s unraveling her very being. It's maddening. All she wants is to lose herself in him, to kiss him endlessly, without pause.

Her fingers trace the lines of his face, marveling at the paradox of his existence. How can someone who is an Endless look so peaceful, so human? She props her chin on her hand, studying the perfect angles of his features. He’s devastatingly gorgeous, a fact that still manages to take her breath away. She leans in, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his chin, not noticing his steel-blue eyes flutter open.

A lazy smile spreads across his face as he rubs his eyes. "You know, it's rude to stare."

“Not if I own you.” Ravenna’s fingers thread through his dark, unruly hair, watching as his smile deepens. Her heart skips, tumbles, and somersaults.

“Own me?” His voice is still rough with sleep, but there’s a playful edge to it.

“Mmm-hmm.” She presses a small kiss to his jaw, inhaling the intoxicating scent of him. “I need to know how you managed to woo me into falling in love with your pretty face.”

“I didn’t woo you,” he murmurs. “You wooed me first.”

Ravenna giggles, a light, airy sound that makes his eyes crinkle at the corners. “That explains everything.”

“Are you questioning my ability to charm you, my love?”

She hums, straddling his lap, letting the weight of the challenge linger between them. “I guess you’ll have to prove me wrong, my Lord.”

His eyebrow arches, curiosity piqued. “A challenge, then?”

She shrugs, feigning nonchalance, though amusement dances in her eyes. Before she can react, he flips her over, pinning her beneath him. His steel-blue eyes lock onto hers, filled with a mix of mischief and intent. “You should know by now,” he whispers, his lips hovering just above hers, “I never lose.”

His lips crash against hers, and she gasps, the world narrowing to just this moment, just this kiss. There’s a rawness in the way their mouths move together, a desperation that sends a shiver down her spine. She groans as he bites her lip, the sound opening her mouth to him, and he takes full advantage, his tongue claiming hers with an urgency that leaves her breathless.

His lips trail down her neck, leaving a path of heat in their wake. She moans, arching into him, her thoughts scattering as he lavishes attention on her skin. The sensation of his breath, warm against her neck, makes her head spin.

He pulls her closer, their bodies melding together, her head resting on his solid chest. One arm drapes over his stomach, their breaths synchronizing, creating a rhythm that feels like home.

After a long, quiet moment, Ravenna breaks the silence. “How did we meet, originally?”

Morpheus’s lips curl into a smile, nostalgia evident in his eyes. “You were feeling rebellious that night. The same night I was searching for my brother…”

The memory floods Ravenna’s mind, vivid and overwhelming, as if she’s reliving it.

Lord Morpheus slips through the door, seeking refuge from the sea of mortals. The night air is cool, and the moon hangs heavy in the sky, its light casting shadows across the small balcony where he stands, lost in thought.

The door creaks open behind him, and his gaze shifts to the woman stepping into the terrace. Even in disguise, he sees through her facade, his powers revealing her true identity: Princess Ravenna of Hampshire, royal by blood, rebellious by nature.

Her raven hair cascades down her back, her emerald eyes gleaming with a dangerous allure. There’s something about her that draws him in, a magnetism that he can’t quite place. He’s built walls around his heart, especially after Nada, but with her, those walls feel less impenetrable.

Ravenna, bold and unafraid, cups his cheek and rises onto her tiptoes, capturing his lips in a kiss that catches him off guard. Her forwardness ignites something in him, something primal and fierce. He stiffens at first, fighting the pull she has on him, but there’s no denying the fire she’s kindled.

She frowns at his initial resistance, but doesn’t back down, parting her lips to gently tug on his bottom lip, coaxing him to respond. When he finally does, it’s with a slow, deliberate intensity. His hand travels up her arm, pauses at her neck, his fingers pressing into her skin as he deepens the kiss, surrendering to the intoxicating taste of her.

The kiss turns more urgent, more consuming. He slams her back against the wall, crushing her body against his, their breaths mingling as their lips move in a desperate dance. Her hands tangle in his hair, and he growls low in his throat, losing himself in the moment.

His hand finds the ties of her gown, loosening them with practiced ease. Ravenna’s legs wrap around his waist, and he chuckles softly, the sound rumbling through his chest. He pulls the gown down just enough to reveal her shoulders, his lips trailing a path of fire down her neck. When his lips find the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder, she shudders, a moan escaping her lips.

The night air is cool against her skin, a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies. Neither of them speaks, the only sounds are their labored breaths and the rustling of clothes as they discard them to the floor.

Dream lowers her to the cold wooden floor, positioning himself between her legs. His knee nudges her thighs wider, and then he’s inside her, filling her completely. She cries out, but he swallows the sound with another searing kiss, pushing deeper until he’s lost in her.

Their movements are frantic, desperate. She arches into him, her nails digging into his pale skin as he thrusts into her over and over, each movement drawing them closer to the edge. Her breath is hot against his skin as she clings to him, her body trembling with pleasure. She shatters around him, and he follows moments later, a groan tearing from his throat as his own release crashes over him.

When the waves of pleasure finally hits, he props himself up on his arms, careful not to crush her beneath his weight. She wraps her legs around him, keeping him close, pulling him back in for another kiss. He obliges, sinking into her warmth once more, losing himself in the taste of her.

Finally, when they’re both spent, he brushes a strand of hair from her face. She looks content, her eyes heavy with sleep. With a tender kiss, he helps her dress, wrapping his coat around her to keep her warm.

A snap of his fingers, and his clothes reappear, though he notices her watching him with curious eyes.

“What are you?” she asks, her voice soft, almost reverent.

“Dream of the Endless,” he replies, his voice deep and resonant. He expects fear, the same fear he’s seen before, but instead, she smiles—a soft, sweet smile that surprises him.

“When will I see you again?” she asks, her tone hopeful.

His heart clenches painfully, but he knows what must be done. “You were a mere convenience. A diversion, a pretty one at that, but nothing more, nothing less.” His voice is cold, distant. He feels the words like knives in his chest, but he knows he has to say them. “Now that my business in this kingdom is concluded, I shall be moving on. I suggest you do the same, Princess Ravenna.”

Her face falls, her beautiful green eyes shimmering with unspoken pain before they harden, the hope in them dying a swift death. His resolve falters for a moment, but he forces himself to hold steady. He cannot make the same mistakes again.

Back in the present, Ravenna scoffs, the memory still vivid. “You were a bloody twat back then,” she says, her voice laced with exasperation. “And did you really have to show me the entire visual of us having sex? For heaven’s sake!”

The corner of his lips quirks into a smirk, and she rolls her eyes, but there’s no real anger behind it. “So… you came back for me?”

“You were like a storm in my mind, impossible to ignore,” Morpheus admits, his voice softer now, vulnerable. “I knew I was leading you to your downfall. Yet, I kept giving in to my selfish desires.”

She hums, considering his words. “You know what?” she says, a playful grin tugging at her lips. “You can drag me to my downfall all you want, as long as you keep showering me with those magical kisses.”

Dream grins back, a rare and genuine smile, and kisses her again. She melts into him, letting his touch and taste sweep her away once more.