Deep under the ocean is the hall of the water fae, Saul needs to go there to get help for a case the Echelon has to work. So he tricks Marina, the heir to the throne, to get him in.
What he doesn’t count on is that someone is out to kill her and, in the end, he will do anything to stop it.
Marina was having a delicious dream. She was asleep in bed and there was something warm and male next to her under the covers. In her sleep, she curled into the heat, turning to face it and running her hands down a strong male chest.
The male smelled of wind and strong magic in her dream. She felt a spike of lust. Her fingers brushed over a flat nipple and he moaned, so she stroked him there again and then moved lower to feel the ridges of his abdomen.
In the dream, she felt a large hand graze across her cheek and thread into her hair, then firm lips were on hers.
They were soft and demanding, wanting what she had to give, so Marina opened her mouth, an invitation that she accepted with the thrust of a hot tongue into her mouth. It was her turn to moan and she kissed the dream male back with all the heat she was feeling, her nails digging into muscles of his abdomen.
He hissed into the kiss and arched against her hand as if begging for more.
Marina wanted to combust with heat, so she slid her hand lower, her palm running over the bulge that his boxers couldn’t hide. He growled, pushing her onto her back and settling between her legs, and Marina opened her thighs to give him room. He took advantage of it by running his hardness over her damp panties.
Wow! This was a good dream where she didn’t ever want to wake up.
The oversized tee-shirt she slept in was hiked up as he palmed one of her breasts.
Marina gasped, it felt so good, his mouth working hers, his palm on her breast as he kneaded it and then softly pinching her pebble hard nipple. The thrust of his hips rocked against her sex.
The male broke the kiss, lowering his lips to her neck and licking the soft skin of her throat.
“God, Marina, you taste like apricots, which is my favorite fruit.”
Wait, she wouldn’t have that in her subconscious. She’d never imagine a male saying that to her, as much as those words turned her on.
He thrust his hips again and Marina’s eyes flew open.
It isn’t a dream!
