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Ravenna’s frustration reaches its peak as Dream stubbornly refuses to wear the dinner jacket she’s picked out for the ball. Determined, she decides to take matters into her own hands.

“If you don’t wear this,” she threatens, pointing to the suit lying perfectly on the bed, “I’ll take all your clothes off.”

Dream’s lips curl into a confident smile. “Do as you please. Will you be able to handle it?” His eyes glint with amusement. “I doubt you will.”

Ravenna’s eyes widen in stunned silence. For a moment, she’s lost for words before a sly smirk plays on her lips. “Is that a challenge, my Dream?”

He shrugs, his grin widening. “Perhaps.”

Without a word, Ravenna strides over to the couch where Dream sits and straddles him. Her hands slide up his shirt, revealing the moon-pale skin beneath. She tugs the fabric completely off, savoring the feel of his muscles under her touch. His skin ignites something deep within her, a sensation like being handed the Holy Grail. It feels like her heart is healed in ways she didn’t know it was broken. “You are beautiful,” she breathes.

She looks up at him, her gaze meeting his silver eyes. They are intense and focused, tracking her every move with a predatory hunger. When his lips finally meet hers, her mind blanks and her knees grow weak.

Ravenna wraps one arm around the back of his neck and places the other on his bicep, feeling the strength of his embrace. His hands flatten against her back, drawing her closer. She draws away just enough to leave a trail of soft kisses along his collarbone, delicate whispers of affection.

His breathing becomes erratic as her hands explore further down his body, while he holds her with a grip that speaks of longing and restraint. As she feels the bulge in his pants pressing against her hips, she quickly pulls away, leaving him with a look of confusion.

Ravenna smirks, arms crossed. “Think twice before you challenge me to something you can’t win.”

Dream groans, letting his head fall back on the couch, his breathing still shallow. “You, my love, are pure evil.”

“Get dressed,” Ravenna demands, her eyes lingering on his visible bulge with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction. “My stylist will be here soon to do your hair. And you might want to take care of that situation of yours.”

She leaves the room, a smile on her lips at his grumbled muttering, likely a curse, though Dream is too polite for such things. Ravenna doesn't care, caught up in her own preparations.

She dons an elegant dress of gold and emerald, matching her eyes and enhancing her skin’s ethereal glow. The low V-neck reveals a tempting hint of cleavage, while the skirt flows to the floor with a daring slit up one side. The dress shimmers with every movement, and the delicate crisscrossing straps over her back add a touch of allure. Her curls fall in perfect waves, and her makeup, heels, and jewelry are flawless. She checks her teeth for stray lipstick, adding a shawl in case of a chill.

Cedric promises to drive Dream, so Ravenna sets out alone, uncertain about the dynamics between Cedric and Dream.

At the venue, Ravenna steadies herself with a deep breath before entering the ballroom. The opulent ceiling sparkles beneath the chandeliers, and soft music fills the air. She hastens her steps, correcting every minor mistake, her gaze sharp as she barks orders at the servants.

“Does Miss Edwards really think she can blow people off all the time?” Paloma scoffs, clutching a notepad. She turns, letting out a startled scream as she sees Ravenna standing right behind her, a stern expression on her face.

Ravenna’s smile is cold. “It’s fine. We all talk behind backs to vent. I hope you live a long, healthy life, Paloma.”

The poor girl nods in return, terrified and not able to speak or move. 

“Hello! It’s fancy to see you two,” Cedric greets, joining Ravenna with Dream in tow.

Ravenna’s eyes travel over Dream’s form, taking in his striking appearance. His dark hair is styled neatly, emphasizing his chiseled cheekbones. She’s torn between the allure of his usual tousled look and this sleek version. Her gaze moves from his polished shoes up to the taut muscles beneath his tuxedo. He looks devastatingly handsome, and the sight of him in a full suit sends a shiver through her.

Their eyes lock, and an intense fire ignites in her stomach. Every ounce of his attention is focused on her, burning through her with a palpable intensity that feels like a lover’s rough caress. Ravenna feels as if he is lighting her from within.

She finishes her drink, trying to cool the heat blooming in her stomach, just as Paloma gasps, her eyes wide with awe.

“You’re wearing a suit tonight. You look dashing!”

Ravenna’s gaze sharpens. “I dare you to say that again.”

Cedric quickly leads Paloma away towards the food section, saving her from Ravenna’s wrath.

Ravenna turns to Dream, setting her empty glass on a tray. “Don’t wear it again.”

Dream looks puzzled. “Why not?”

“It looks uncomfortable,” she says, gripping his arm and whispering into his ear. “Just listen to me and don’t wear it, or I’ll shred it to pieces.”

Without a word, Dream opens his palm, offering it to her. “May I have this dance?”

Ravenna glances at his hand before slowly sliding hers into his. The warmth of his touch offers a comfort she hadn’t realized she needed.

Dream places his hand on the small of her back, guiding her onto the dance floor. They move gracefully through the crowd, his touch firm and reassuring. The butterflies in Ravenna’s stomach explode, and a golden warmth fills her veins as she buries her face in his chest, inhaling his clean, comforting scent.

“You look absolutely enchanting tonight,” Dream murmurs.

“Do I?” Ravenna asks, her voice soft.

“The dress fits you perfectly,” he replies, his lips brushing against her ear. “I’ll find it even more perfect when I take it off you tonight.”

Her heart races, and she bites her lip to hide her surprise. “Sounds like a plan.”

He spins her gently, and she asks, “Where did you learn to dance?”

“My mother,” he answers simply.

“I’m not surprised. You are your mother’s golden child,” she teases, and he blushes deeply, avoiding her laughing eyes. “It’s cute.”

Dream rolls his eyes. “Destruction must have informed you.”

“That and more,” Ravenna whispers, pressing a tender kiss on his jaw. She feels a profound decision forming within her: to embrace him fully, not just in front of his family but to the world. She’s ready to offer every part of herself to him.

When the night ends and they return home, Dream begins to unbutton the tiny cuffs on his shirt, placing his watch on the bedside table. His tuxedo jacket is already discarded. His steel-blue eyes find hers, filled with a mixture of anticipation and affection.

“Take me out of this dress,” she requests, her voice a soft plea. He unties the dress, and her skin prickles as his fingers trace gentle circles down her bare back. His breath against her neck sends shivers through her.

“I can’t stop thinking about you. From the mornings you ease to the evenings you calm, and the dreams you inhabit,” Dream’s voice is raw and full of longing. “I’m yours, Ravenna. I have always been yours. You are the fire in my heart, it burns.”

Ravenna turns to face him, the dress falling loosely around her. “I burn you?”

He chuckles, his thumb brushing across her cheek, sending a shiver down her spine. “You melt me.”

His eyes, framed by long lashes, are mesmerizing. Ravenna is captivated by his beauty, longing for his touch. She can no longer contain her desire. “I need you.”

In an instant, his hand is gently cradling her neck, his lips pressing firmly against hers. Their kiss is soft yet passionate, their bodies moving together with a shared rhythm. Clothes are shed in a blur of desire, and they find themselves naked, their garments scattered on the floor.

Dream’s touch is both tender and intense as he slowly moves forward, guiding her onto the bed. Ravenna gasps as she falls onto the mattress, overwhelmed by sensations. Dream hovers above her, his scent intoxicating, his lips capturing hers once more.

Her hands run through his dark hair, and their bodies move together like silk. She tugs at his hair, desperate for more of his touch, taste, and scent. He is her drug, her addiction, and she craves every part of him.

His lips leave hers to place tender, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw and neck. Her breath quickens, and she arches her back in anticipation. Her moans escape freely as she feels the intensity of his touch.

Dream's hands roam her body, making her shiver with excitement, Her pleasure is overwhelming, and she feels like she's floating on a high that never wants to end. tis every touch, every movement, makes her feel alive and consumed.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, his voice husky with need.

She shakes her head, breathless. “Never.”

Dream's touch is adoring, each kiss infused with raw intensity. Their bodies move together in perfect harmony, his movements making her heart race. tis moans of love blend with hers as they lose themselves in each other.

As Dream’s movements become more urgent, Ravenna feels an intense rush of pleasure. His body, strong and commanding, fills her completely, every thrust bringing them closer to the edge. Her hands clutch the white sheets, her moans growing louder with each rhythm of his body. Their connection deepens, merging their sensations into a single, exhilarating force.

Dream’s love-filled murmurs in her ear drive her wild, and she’s lost in a whirlwind of ecstasy. The pleasure is overwhelming, and Ravenna’s body responds instinctively, every touch and caress heightening her senses. She’s unable to articulate her feelings, only able to surrender to the intense pleasure he’s giving her.

Their movements become more synchronized, and Dream’s pace increases, matching the urgency of her needs. His touch, his scent, his entire being is intoxicating, making her feel as though she’s floating on a cloud of bliss. The world outside ceases to exist as they become completely absorbed in each other.

In the throes of passion, Ravenna feels herself breaking apart, each wave of pleasure taking her further from reality. Dream’s body presses into hers, and the intensity of their connection leaves her breathless and overwhelmed. Her moans come out in desperate cries as she feels every inch of him, every thrust, and every touch.

Dream’s hands explore her body with a reverent tenderness, his kisses lingering with a passionate intensity. She feels him shift, his movements becoming more deliberate and profound. The way he fills her and moves inside her is both exhilarating and grounding, and she clings to him, desperate for more.

With a final, powerful thrust, Dream and Ravenna reach the peak of their passion together. The climax leaves them both gasping, their bodies trembling and spent. Dream’s groan of release reverberates through her, and Ravenna feels herself unraveling around him, her heart laid bare and open.

Breathing heavily, Ravenna whispers, “Again. Morpheus, please.”

A lazy smile spreads across Dream’s face, his eyes heavy with desire. He’s more than willing to fulfill her request, and their bodies come together once more in a rhythm that speaks of deep, unspoken longing. The night stretches on, filled with their shared pleasure and love, a cycle of passion that seems endless.

Hours later, as dawn’s first light begins to creep into the room, Dream and Ravenna lie entwined in the sheets. His arm is securely around her waist, drawing her close to his chest. They are lost in the serene aftermath of their shared ecstasy, the warmth of their bodies mingling.

Ravenna snuggles closer, her head resting on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. The night’s adventures have left her completely satisfied, yet there’s a profound sense of peace and contentment that fills her. She knows that in Dream’s embrace, she has found a rare and precious connection, one that binds them both in a way that transcends the physical.

Dream’s fingers gently trace patterns on her skin, and Ravenna feels every touch as a tender affirmation of their bond. The intimacy of the moment is overwhelming, and she knows that this is where she belongs. She feels cherished, loved, and completely at ease.

As the world outside continues to wake, Ravenna and Dream remain cocooned in their own private paradise, lost in the afterglow of their love and the promise of many more nights like this to come.