Epilogue
It’s almost midnight by the time the house has gone silent.
Ada’s mom keeps staying up late to prep for the next day’s festivities, her intense devotion to making everything about the holiday picture-perfect bordering on obsessive.
The woman barely sleeps from what I can tell, and when she does, it’s not a deep sleep.
She woke up and asked if there was anything she could get me when I went down to the kitchen for a glass of water last night, and I’m pretty good at being quiet when I move around.
In order to ensure tonight’s plan works, I called in a favor with Rhys to keep her… occupied in her dreams. I didn’t ask questions about how, and I don’t need to know, but honestly I think she could use the rest.
My sweet, wonderful, brave Ada deserves a reward for facing her fears, and tonight I’m going to give it to her. Separate bedrooms and house rules be damned.
I take another few minutes to check in on Ada’s dream, closing my eyes and willing myself to fall into the trancelike state of slumber.
As I’ve spent time dreaming, it’s allowed me to reconnect with some of my previous powers.
While I still can’t go back to the dream realm, I’m able to travel from my dreams to visit Ada in hers.
And unlike the past, she doesn’t control my actions.
Though when the mood strikes, I can still pretend to be her nightmare.
Tonight’s dream has her back in a version of our bed at home, her abundant, mouthwatering form barely covered by black satin sheets. She blinks up at me sleepily, a smile curving her lips as I approach the bed.
“You’re here.” She sits up, and the sheet pools at her waist, revealing her perfect teardrop breasts, but she doesn’t move to conceal herself. No, my princess is ready and willing for me tonight, tempting me to forgo my plans and stay here with her in the dream.
“Only for a moment,” I say, resisting the urge to go to her.
Ada frowns. “What? Why? I need you.” She tugs the sheet all the way off, spreading her thighs for me so I can see how she glistens already with her arousal.
“And I’ll give it to you, Princess,” I rasp. “But not here. I can’t stay away any longer. Every time you look at me, I want to haul you against me and fuck you.”
Her breath hitches. “Seth, we can’t.” Her protest is weak, and we both know it. She wants this as much as I do. Maybe even more. She’s told me about her fantasy of her being asleep while I’m inside her in reality, and I can’t think of a better time to give that to her.
“We can. I know you can’t help moaning for me like the dirty slut you are for me when you’re awake, but if you’re asleep, you’ll be quiet. Don’t you want to wake up dripping with me rather than just dreaming about me filling you up?”
“Oh god.” Her face flushes at my crude words, but a moment later she nods. “Yes. Please. Just don’t let anyone catch you.”
“I won’t. I promise.” I bend down and give her a quick kiss, pulling back before I allow myself to sink into her spell.
“Sweet dreams, Princess,” I murmur before the dream fades and I’m back in the guest bedroom, hard as a rock and eager to get to her for real.
Even knowing that the person most likely to wake up and catch us is otherwise occupied in slumber, my heart races as I crack open the door and peek down the hallway.
With many nights of practice to hone my skills of creeping around in the dark, I tiptoe down to the other end of the hall, stepping over the spot near the top of the stairs that creaks, and easing the handle of Ada’s door open, slowly pushing inside the bedroom.
Her sleeping form looks so peaceful and lovely, it’s almost a shame to disturb her.
A better man might not. But that’s not who I am, and it certainly isn’t who she wants.
My Princess wants her monster sneaking in to claim her, right under the watchful eye of her strict parents.
She wants to be bad after a lifetime of playing by the rules, and I’m more than happy to be the corrupting influence.
Palming my cock through my sleep pants, I allow myself a moment to just watch her.
It’s indulgent how I trace every inch of her form with my hungry eyes, but I don’t care.
Even now, after a year together, I find something new to love every time I watch her.
Some might say that I’m obsessed with Ada, and they’d be right, but I don’t have it in me to feel any shame about that.
She’s perfect, and she’s decided she wants to be mine, so why shouldn’t I be obsessed?
When she lets out a breathy little sigh, I shuck my clothing and lower myself onto the bed beside her, waiting to see if the dip in the mattress will stir her from slumber.
When all she does is smile in her sleep, I ease the covers down off of her to reveal her silky green pajama set with shorts that barely cover the rounded globes of her ass and a crop top that her tits are about to pop out of.
Naughty girl. She knew what I was planning, because this isn’t her normal sleeping attire. The legs of the shorts are loose enough that I can easily slip a hand up underneath them, and I release a soft groan when I find her soaked for me.
She whimpers and lets her thighs fall open wider, inviting me in her repose to touch her more.
I oblige, tracing her clit with lazy circles that I know are enough to work her up but not get her off.
Her breathing quickens, exhales coming out in short, frustrated puffs that make my cock throb.
Teasing Ada is one of my favorite things, but it’s been too long since I’ve tasted her, and her little dreaming mewls of need are making it hard for me not to sink inside her right now.
I ease her shorts off and gently spread her thighs, bending down to let my breath fan across her wet, puffy pussy. A mumbled word that sounds a lot like my name falls from her lips, and I lift my head to look at her face, but she’s still fast asleep.
“Shhh, Princess. I’ll take care of you,” I murmur before dipping down and circling my tongue around her entrance in a slow drag, then letting it dip inside her. Her taste makes my blood sing, the primal tang better than any of the holiday treats we’ve indulged in.
It doesn’t take long before she’s tilting her hips up to meet my mouth, guiding me even in her sleep to where she wants me.
When I work three fingers inside her and flick her clit in short, rapid strokes, she comes undone, soaking my face with her arousal.
It’s so fucking good, and I know that we should stop there, but I’m so turned on that I can’t find the wherewithal to leave.
I coat my cock with her essence and have to fight against a ragged moan as I sink inside her silken, slick channel.
I press my lips to her throat, trying to muffle the words that start to spill out of me as I work my cock inside her with slow strokes. “Fuck, Princess, that’s it. Take me inside you. I know you can take it.”
Her pussy ripples around me, and I have to grit my teeth as she comes again, already primed with arousal and need from whatever she’s dreaming about.
I palm her breast, pinching her nipple until she sucks in a sharp breath, and let my fangs scrape against her shoulder.
“Such a slut for your monster, letting me take you like this. Wanting me to fuck you when you have no control.”
“Seth.” This time her moan is clear and far too loud. I freeze, praying that we’re not discovered, because as hot as this is, I think Ada and I both would rather die than have one of her family members walk in on us fucking.
When she lets out a frustrated groan, I curse under my breath and place my hand over her mouth to try to muffle some of the sounds. She tightens around me at that controlling touch, and I can’t help but start to thrust again, chasing our mutual pleasure.
She clenches around me again as my knot bumps against her clit, and I lose any semblance of control, thrusting inside until my knot slips into her and I’m coming with my face buried in her throat to keep from waking up the whole house with the force of my orgasm.
Her soft giggle as I throb inside her, my cock pulsing as I fill her up like I promised, lets me know that she’s awake. When I come down from my release, I lift up to see her gazing at me with a mixture of sleepiness and affection.
“Was that alright?” I ask in a whisper, worried that I took things too far.
She waits a beat, her head tilting slightly like she’s trying to hear if anyone woke up, then nods. “More than alright. It was amazing.”
I sigh, kissing her and rolling us so that she’s sprawled atop me so I’m not crushing her with my weight while she’s still stuck on my knot.
“Good. I wouldn’t have risked it, but I wanted to make sure we kept up with our Christmas morning tradition.”
Ada’s brow furrows. “We have a tradition?”
I smile up at her, loving the way her eyes shine with the remnants of her pleasure even in the dark.
“Yeah. The one where I fuck you so good that you tell me it’s the best Christmas you’ve ever had.”
Ada snorts, her eyes widening at the sound as she claps a hand over her mouth. We wait to see if anyone is going to pound on the door and discover us together, but no one comes.
“I think you may have set the bar too high for next year,” she whispers.
My chest expands at her casual mention of us being together a year from now.
Sometimes I still can’t believe that she wants me around.
There was a part of me that worried once things in her life became more stable, she’d come to her senses and realize that her nightmare stalker wasn’t good boyfriend material.
But we’re here spending the holidays with her parents, which I’m pretty sure means she’s still serious about our relationship.
I shake my head, grinning up at her as I smooth a hand through her sex-mussed hair. “You forget I know all your dirty dreams, Princess. There’s plenty more we can try out in the years to come. For however many years you want.”
Something soft and vulnerable fills Ada’s gaze, and she reaches down to thread her fingers with mine. “Seth, you’re my literal dream man. I want you for every Christmas. Every holiday. Every moment for the rest of our lives. I want you forever.”
“Then you’ll have me,” I murmur, squeezing her hand and bringing it to my lips. “I have always been and forever will be yours.”
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