Lost Hearts

when a sensual dream lover becomes reality for a sheltered princess her dream becomes a nightmare. Stolen from her groom at her bond mating ceremony that would have linked her to a man she does not love telepathically for the rest of her life she is faced with the man that she thought was nothing but imagination. The reality that he is the kind of alpha male warrior that she is not prepared to understand from a world that is frightening and foreign to her make her doubt the love she feels for him. Duty to her people battles the love she has for her warrior in a battle that is fought in her heart. Her innocent body burns for him but her mind tells her that he is all wrong for her and for her people. When he dominates her body she realizes that he has already dominated her heart. If she can fully accept him as her mate only then will she have the happiness that she deserves.
Desire rushed in her blood, making it pulse with life. Molten lava burned her stomach, making each breath a small gasp of excruciating want. A rush of untried sensations swirled through her brain, drowning her in drunken lust. Panting, she cried out a final release which he answered with his own whisper, just her name breathed into her hair and filled with heartbreaking devotion. She shattered.
Laurel sat up in bed with a start! He had returned to her. Broken joy blended with sick terror deep in her soul. Shivering and alone, she wept. Replaying the last fragments of the dream in her head she let the tears wash away the fog of sleep.
For the past six months she had slept peacefully with the dreams.
Not now, she silently begged the heavens. With the ceremony forever bonding her to another man only days away she could not bear to have him return to her mind. She was in love with a dream. How was it even possible to love the creation of her fertile imagination? He who arose from her pent-up frustration, materializing into the perfect dream lover. He, the nameless one, had come to her since the day she turned seventeen. How a sheltered virgin created those dreams spoke of the influence of the many passionate encounters she espied during festival nights at court.

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