What follows is an excerpt from my fourth book, Stay With Me, in which Iain has an erotic dream about Emma. Contains sexual content.

Something shifted against him. His cock twitched as a leg slid across his thighs. A dainty hand stroked his chest.

“Take me.” A pair of breasts pressed against his arm, then a tickling as she dragged her mane across his shoulder. Her lips kissed his chest. They burned. “Take me,” she whispered.

“Ah God.” He pulled her over him, moaning at the creamy skin sliding up his body. With his hands on her waist, he brought her high on his chest. His mouth searched for a soft peak to suck. He squeezed her waist when she cupped her breast and pushed her nipple between his waiting lips.

“Yes,” she sighed. Her legs opened over him and she teased him with her hips, letting him feel her wet warmth. Bracing herself on one hand, she explored him with her other. Her fingers squeezed the muscles at his shoulders and she moaned when he drew her nipple deep into his mouth. She stroked his chest, her thumb circling his own nipple and drawing from him a gasp of surprise at the sensation.

She then shifted down, panting as she kissed the side of his neck. He hissed. Her kisses burned terribly. She licked where she had pressed her lips and the burning was eased but she kissed his shoulder next. He winced, his breath catching in his throat. She followed this pattern, kissing and then licking where her lips had scorched him. He could still feel every spot, which tingled in a meandering chain down his body.

Her mouth hovered over his groin, the head of his cock brushing her soft cheek. “Mm, shall I kiss you here next?” she said in a husky voice. His arousal jumped at the sound of it. He clenched his teeth.

“Aye,” he growled. He gripped her arm, somehow afraid she would disappear and leave him like this.

“What was that?” she asked. She blew on the wet, tender head.

“Aye!” he yelled.

Those burning lips kissed the very tip of him. His body arched, heart pounding, his cock swelling impossibly large. He felt hot all over but his fingers were going numb. Her tongue swept around the head of his cock but this time it didn’t seem to help.

He opened his eyes, ready to pull her legs over his hips, plant his feet and bury his aching cock between her thighs but the woman who crawled over him was not the one he expected.

Emma’s hair was blood red and floated around her head as though she were immersed in water. A pair of black wings rooted in her back shivered and flexed. Her lips matched her hair and he looked down to see multiple kiss marks burned into his skin.

“You’re mine, Iain,” she said, wetting her lips. She rubbed herself over his groin. “All mine.” He shook his head, though he didn’t know why. She lifted up. “I’ll addict you to me.” She sank down. He groaned, loud and long. She seemed just as affected. Her eyebrows pinched and she let out a shuddering breath. She began to move and her wings flexed as she worked herself over him.

He gripped her hips, tried to quicken the pace but she was the one in control. His vision went hazy. She leaned down, moaning along with him. “Kiss me.” He looked at her full red lips, the ones that had marked him a dozen times already. He shook his head.

She stopped. “No,” he moaned, gripping her hips and bucking into her. She grabbed his wrists, somehow pinned them down. He couldn’t get enough sensation.

“Kiss me,” she insisted, bringing her lips even nearer. God, he was so close.

So close.