A figure stepped forward. She couldn't make out details, but she knew it was a man.

Despite stepping into the light that shone on her, he remained shrouded in shadow. She could see the fine angle of his jaw, delicate, sharp, and still very masculine. He had long hair, but she couldn't tell color. The light sparkled red through a few flyaway strands, reminding her of the sunset through the barrier crystals earlier that evening. He was tall, but not towering, lean, but powerfully built, beautiful, but masculine. She knew these things about him despite not being able to see him at all. She was reminded of the tale of Eros and Psyche from school. Was this Eros, coming to her in her dream?

He closed the distance between them before she had time to react, one hand capturing her chin, the other encircling her waist. Before she knew it, his lips were on hers, his tongue invading her mouth. He was demanding, but gentle. She lost herself in the passion as his hands explored her body. She felt overwhelmed, overtaken, out of control, and very aroused. Some voice far away in her mind said this was wrong, and she should resist. But this was just a dream, so why shouldn't she just enjoy it?

His hand found the junction between her legs, and she broke their kiss with a gasp as the sensation of his touch jolted up her spine. He unerringly found the sensitive nub, his fingers circling and pressing with an expertise that left her breathless. She felt a heated pressure building below her belly, sending waves of dizziness through her, and if she'd been standing, her legs would have buckled. Wait, wasn't she standing? No, she was laying down, on a soft bed with shiny silken sheets the color of pearl, looking luminous in the golden light shining down.

His mouth recaptured hers as his fingers slowly pushed inside her. She gasped into his mouth and he seized the moment to aggressively deepen the kiss. Freya lost herself in the sensations of his tongue on hers and his fingers stroking inside her. The pressure building inside her seemed like it was about to burst forth when he suddenly slipped his fingers out of her. Freya moaned against his mouth in protest, needy and wanting.

"Don't worry," a deep, masculine, and very sexy voice whispered in her ear. "I know what you need."

Freya shuddered at his hot breath in her ear, panting and arching her back to press against him demandingly. His deep chuckle vibrated her very bones, and she whimpered.

She felt something press against her dripping entrance, much larger and hotter than his fingers. She glanced down, seeing his cock fairly clearly in the golden light, much to her surprise. She watched as he began to slowly push into her. She tensed up, expecting pain despite this only being a dream, and he stopped. He leaned forward so they were cheek to cheek, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered softly.