Rakshasa Book I, Part #3: Tigerheart Read Free Page B

winter in our dreams, why would this be?”
    “Our dreams reflect our conscious mind. If you’re worried, you’re stressed, then our shared dream world will reflect that. The same goes for me.” Ishan’s hands slid up me, gently cupping my breasts. I arched my back, pushing them out for him, pressing back against his body. “How do you feel?”
    I laughed, easily and lightly, reaching around behind him and gripping his backside, giving a playful squeeze. “Right now, I’m feeling great …”
    In return he squeezed my breasts, eliciting a soft moan from me as his fingers pressed against my flesh, touching me in the ways I enjoyed being touched. I could feel his chest pressing up against my back and I basked in the warm, comforting feeling it gave me.
    I felt the cool wind pick up, causing my hair to float around beside me. I tilted my head back, rubbing my cheek against Ishan’s, exhaling gently. My hands played over his backside, stroking gently, then I squirmed around and faced him.
    “If we’re going to walk into a trap tomorrow,” I said, “I’m going to at least have one wild night before it all comes to a head.
    I reached up and touched his cheek, bought his mouth to mine and kissed him with a fiery, eager passion, casually pushing him over backwards—Ishan landed on his rump, laughing up at me, which ended when I crouched down and pounced over him, pushing him onto his back.
    I squirmed around, settling my knees on either side of Ishan’s tan body, straddling him easily and comfortably. I was surprised by how aggressive I was getting when it came to sex: the Libby before the manifestation of my Rakshasa bloodline would blush and shy away at the sight of a bare-chested man, and in the real world I hadn’t even had sex yet.
    But not here, not in the dream world. Here I was an assertive, confident woman who knew what she wanted and took it. I liked being this woman a great deal. The changes to my personality, to my attitude, were incredible when I was dreaming. Slowly these changes were bleeding into my waking life, but I wanted it to come faster. How different my life would be if I felt this confidence in the real world.
    I ran my hands up Ishan’s muscled chest, feeling over his taunt, bronzed skin, shifting myself atop him. I felt his muscles, felt the curves of his chest.
    “Come on,” I urged, sliding myself back slightly, pressing him against me, my hands sliding down to his hips. I adjusted my posture, pressing his firmness against my entrance, slowly pushing back, pushing him into me. “Take me.”
    I exhaled as our bodies joined and made one flesh, my breath coming in a white puff around me. I shifted slightly, getting comfortable atop him, feeling the warmth of his chest, of his body. I let my fingers walk along his skin, slowly exploring across his sides, and then I began to roll my hips; slowly at first, feeling him move within me, this perfect union in this perfect place.
    The snow began to fade away as the heat between us built, the sun clawing its way from beyond the cloud cover. The world became brighter as the sun’s warm light began to pour down on the winter of my dream, blasting away the clumps of snow with a wave of fiery light.
    I began to move a little faster, rocking back and forth, curling my toes as the pleasurable feelings grew. I arched my back, tilting my head back slightly, basking in the warm rays as they blew away the fear, the uncertainty, the doubt of the day. I let the warmth of our feelings melt the cold.
    Now the dream world was as it should have been—bright and impossibly green, every corner bursting with life. The wind, now warm and pleasant, blew my hair around as I increased the pace, my body thumping down against Ishan’s, his hands wandering up my body.
    I leaned forward, moving over him, laying my chest down against his. I kissed at him eagerly, needfully, my lips pressing against his. I felt his warm tongue brush against mine, teasing me, and I returned