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An Excerpt From: EYES OF STONE
Copyright © TARA NINA, 2009
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing,
Inc.
Visions
of a gorgeous man filled her dreams. Broad shoulders, strong arms and
hands, chiseled good looks and a chest that was better than a goose-down
pillow to rest upon teased her sleeping senses. In her dreams, his body was
hard and had her aching for his touch. But his eyes were colorless and held
no emotion.
No
matter how many times over the years that this dream re-occurred, his eyes
never changed. They were always without color or emotion. His eyes reminded
her of the solid orbs of a statue, round and plain with simple etched dots
for pupils. It should have scared her, but it didn’t. Instead, she wanted
nothing more than to ease his emotionless state. Wasn’t it her right to
have her way with him, after all, this was her dream? Why did her hero not
return her desires? Why did he not look at her or touch her in return?
As she
reached out to caress his face, a smooth hardness met her palm. Grazing her
skin across his cheek, she received no warmth. He ventured no movement in
her direction. When she pressed her lips to his, her kiss was not returned.
Was he that hard-hearted that her touch repulsed him into a frozen state of
shock? God, she wished she knew.
The
more she attempted to make him return her kiss by rubbing her lips against
his unresponsive pair, the rougher the skin of her lips became. All she
wanted was a kiss, his touch, anything but this cold, hard resistance. Just
once, she wanted him to return her advances, to ravage her mouth the way
she tried to do to his with no response. What was wrong with him? Why
didn’t he move?
Izzy
tossed and turned until she rolled off the couch and hit the floor with a
bang. Startled, she sat upright as remnants of her dream burned bright
inside of her mind. What was wrong with this dream? Or was it just this
man? He’d starred in her dreams a lot as of late and never once responded.
Who was he? Try as she might, she couldn’t put a name with the emotionless
face. Was he someone she knew at university? Izzy leaned back against the
couch. This bothered her that she couldn’t remember having met this man.
Faces
of her friends and acquaintances flipped through her thoughts as she rubbed
the sleep from her eyes.
The
guys she dated at university were both smart and good-looking. But they
paled in comparison to him. She sighed heavily as the figure of her dream
man commandeered her thoughts.
If she
wasn’t mistaken, he was the hero in her childhood dreams, the one who
always saved her from the monster. Her eyebrows arched at the realization.
How could that be? She focused on images of her past. It hit her that he
had taken center stage in her teenage dreams and had lingered into her
early adult years. Why had this stone god of a man played with her dreams?
Where had he come from? And where had he gone while she was away at
university? Though she tried, she didn’t recall dreaming of him much, if at
all, during that period when she didn’t live at home.
Izzy
shook her head and tried to gather her thoughts. Had she dreamed while she
was away studying? She felt certain that she had, but not of him. Why not?
And most importantly, why was he back tormenting her in her sleep now?
She’d been home from university for almost eighteen months, and if she
remembered right, he’d returned to her dreams around the same time.
Stiff
and with a bruised bottom, Izzy got up off the floor and walked upstairs to
her room. Flopping on the bed, she curled around her overly large pillow
and wished it was her dream guy. Try as she might, she couldn’t figure out
what had triggered his sudden reappearance in her psyche.
She
really shouldn’t overanalyze this, she reprimanded herself as she snuggled
deeper into the covers. One
psych class wasn’t enough to make one an expert on dreams.
If he
was here in person and not some figment of her imagination, she knew she
could heat him up and make him hers. Squeezing the pillow tight, she wished
it was her dream stud instead of a body length stuffed replacement.
Even
as tired as she was, her fingers inched downward to nestle between her
thighs. With her eyes closed, she envisioned her stone-faced hero as if he
were real and lying beside her. These were his fingers, not hers, playing with her clit
and toying with her slit. In every dream, this man was pure perfection,
tall, well-muscled and with the face of a god. She hungered for the erotic
sensations that only this man could give her. Dream man was her sexual
master, the one who could and would lead her into the world of ultimate
climax. Though she had orgasms before, the ones with him would be unlike
anything she’d ever known. It would literally rock her world, or at least that’s the vision
her dreams led her to believe.
Oh,
how she wished he was here. Thinking only of him, she slid her fingers in
and out of her dripping wet heat, pretending it was his cock. And what a
magnificent cock it was as pictured in her mind, long and hard,
ready to give her pleasure. The head was thick and plump and she hungered
to lick the droplets hovering at its tiny orifice. Her nipples hardened
with the thought of his lips tugging and tasting them. The longing for this
invisible lover rose with the frantic rhythm of her fingers.
Rolling
onto her stomach, Izzy bit the pillow, stifling her scream as the orgasm
washed over her. When her breathing slowed and her heart returned to its
normal pace, Izzy relaxed. Though the urgent need was sated, she longed for
something else. As she snuggled into her covers,
a little voice inside her head whispered.
You
know what you want and you know where to find it.
Izzy
tried to ignore the inner whisperings. If she knew where this man was, she
would have gone after him. Didn’t her inner self know that?
On a
heavy sigh, Izzy closed her eyes and nestled against her pillow as his
colorless eyes filtered into her dreams, luring her into the cold arms of
her imaginary lover. If only he were real…
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