♡An Intoxicating Dream

The night breeze entering the wide-open bedroom window hit the lovelorn couple on their bed. Both of them were breathing heavily as they gazed at each other passionately. Their lips meet each other again after being separated due to lack of breath, both of them are so enveloped by great desire.

The husband broke the kiss and kissed his wife's smooth neck. Both of them are not wearing any clothes, sitting face to face in the middle of the bed. The wife sighs softly while rubbing the back of her husband's head. The kiss went down to the woman's chest and sucked it so hard that it left a red mark.

"Mnnn... Slow down... All of this is yours..." the woman said while brushing her husband's blond hair back with her fingers.

The man looked into his wife's eyes with an intimate gaze, his mouth smiling mischievously as if he was about to do more to her. "You are indeed mine. That's why... I want everyone to know that you are only mine."

The wife smiled as she rubbed her husband's neck then moved back to his face to kiss him as she whispered his name. "Dion..."

ALERT

Jillian's eyes opened wide, she woke up with a start and a cold sweat running down her body. She had just had a dream that she thought was strange. A dream where she and Dion were having intercourse. Her hands were shaking from the dream. Jillian reflexively peeked under the covers and she was still wearing her nightgown.

She breathed a sigh of relief that it was all a dream. She sat up in bed and glanced over to where Dion usually slept, but he wasn't there. "Dion?"

There seemed to be no one but her in the room. Jillian wondered if maybe Dion had gone ahead to the dining room without her? But when she glanced at the clock on the wall, it was still six in the morning. Breakfast usually started at half past seven, there was still 30 minutes before breakfast time.

"Besides, he never leaves me first and always waits at the door if I take too long..." she muttered under her breath.

KLAK.

Hearing the bathroom door open, Jillian turned her head towards the bathroom and saw Dion just finishing his shower. He was wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist and a small towel around his neck that he used for his wet hair.

The lilac-eyed woman could see Dion's exposed body, the abs he had and the scars that added to the uniqueness of the man. Dion who realized he was being watched immediately glanced at Jillian.

"What?" she asked with a confused look.

Jillian's eyes blinked rapidly and reflexively turned her flushed face away. The whole scene reminded her of the dream she had just had. The kiss, Dion's touch on her and everything Dion said felt so real.

"Nothing! Why did you leave the bathroom without wearing a shirt?"

"I forgot my clothes earlier, so I went out to get them..." Dion replied as he walked over to Jillian. "And I see that my wife is getting interested in what she saw earlier," he continued in a teasing tone.

Jillian tried to deny it, she didn't feel interested in what Dion had. But her eyes did glance slightly at Dion sitting on the side of the bed. She had already seen him without his shirt and exposing his chest. But at that time he was not so focused because he was busy with the injury that Dion got that day.

"Don't be shy if you want to try to touch it," Dion said pulling Jillian's hand to his chest.

Jillian reflexively pulled her hand away. "Are you crazy?! Why did you do that, huh?" she gasped.

"That face of yours can't lie. Oh or were you hoping for something else? It just so happens that I'm already like this, we can do it."

"Do what do you mean?"

Dion smiled and approached Jillian's face, of course she immediately looked back. Instead, she fell on her bed with Dion on top of her. "You must know what I mean,"

"D-don't be mean, Dion! I warned you yesterday not to touch me again!"

"Hmn... You're right. But you also remember that father wants us to have offspring soon, right?"

Suddenly both of Jillian's hands were pinned upwards with one of Dion's. She tried to break free but Dion's grip on her wrists was too strong. The other hand stroked Jillian's face then caught her chin to keep her looking at him.

"Why don't we just do it and give him the grandchildren he wants, hm?"

"Heh you're not going to do it because you once said that you're not interested in this kind of thing, right?" asked Jillian.

"Maybe you're right, that's when I said it... But, a man's desires can easily change, and you wouldn't realize that," he explained as he brushed Jillian's lips with his thumb.

Jillian was a woman who tried to show that she was different from most women. She was strong and good at fighting. However, at times like this, when a man managed to dominate her, Jillian seemed to feel so weak and helpless. Especially when it was someone she recognized.

Dion's index finger touched Jillian's face, slowly descending to her neck. "All of this is mine, so I have the right to do whatever I want, don't I? You're my wife, remember?"

Jillian's mouth quivered as Dion's face came closer. She didn't know what had happened to Dion that she could be this aggressive in the morning.

'Is it morning wood? Dion in... Morning wood? So he's doing all this!' she thought.

She closed her eyes as she waited for Dion to kiss her. Jillian could feel Dion's breath so close, even the tips of his wet hair hit her face.

Dion watched as Jillian closed her eyes. He seemed to be studying his wife's face closely, soon he pulled himself away and released Jillian.

"Pfftttt... Ahahaha... Look at your face, you look like you really expected that to happen," laughed Dion.

"Huh?! I wasn't like that! You son of a-- ugh!" Jillian tried to hit Dion with both hands, but Dion still laughed and caught both of his wife's hands.

"Never mind, it's your own fault for thinking that I'd actually do that to you," he said and flicked Jillian's forehead. "Go take a shower, we have breakfast soon..."

"Heh I had intended to do that too if you hadn't disturbed my morning," she replied and got out of bed and went into the bathroom.

Dion just shook his head as he brushed his blonde hair back.