Plagued by erotic dreams she can’t ignore, Nell Winters abandons the set of her latest movie to search for the source of her unfulfilled desires. Her fantasy lover can stir her deepest longings with the lightest ghost touch, overwhelm her dreams and waking hours, and she barely even knows his name.
So what if he’s been dead for over three thousand years?
Nell is determined to find him. She craves the release only he can bring. A release from the disturbing dreams, the overwhelming lust, the sheer need. But one woman stands in her way. And to have him, Nell must become her—Nefertiti, Akhenaten’s queen.
Publisher Note: This title was previously published elsewhere and has been extensively revised for Ellora’s Cave.
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Nell dreamt of him again.
He hovered over her, his cock pressed against her swollen folds. When his image began to fade, she reached out to him, willing him to stay.
For once, she thought he might.
Her labored breathing turned raw. Savage. She panted and grasped his shoulders, pulling him near, watching with despair and relief as he shifted from a shimmering spirit into solid, breathtaking flesh.
“Stay,” she murmured against his lips.
He didn’t answer. He never did.
Instead he propped himself on his elbows and ran his tongue along her lower lip. Nell opened to him, her soft moan urging him to dive deeper, to thrust his tongue between her lips, her teeth, filling her with his taste—sweet and decadent.
Nell craved more. As her orgasm neared, she thrust her hips up and arched her back, silently pleading for him to fill her. His passionate kisses overwhelmed her, but they were never enough. Her pussy remained agonizingly empty, his cock poised just at her entrance.
An anguished sob broke free from her throat, echoing off the walls of the small room, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him to her. He chuckled against her mouth. His body trembled with mirth, but his cock remained stubbornly out of reach. The more she wanted him, the less he was willing to give.
Nell struggled to contain her growing panic. He wouldn’t fuck her tonight, this encounter a repeat performance of every other night she’d passed restlessly during the last year. He toyed with her as if she were nothing more than a source of perverse amusement.
Anger, swift and consuming, rushed through Nell. She deserved better, even from a dream lover.
“If you leave tonight, don’t bother coming back tomorrow,” she said. Even as the words tumbled out, she sighed, remembering a thousand similar threats. He came every time she slept, no matter what she said or did in an effort to stop him. If she remained awake for an entire night, he was furious the next, ravaging her body in ways that left her utterly exhausted the next morning.
The fight drained out of her as quickly as it had appeared. She was exhausted, her body taut with need, her mind filled with thoughts of him. Raking her fingers over his smooth chest, she imprinted every solid muscle on her memory. He shuddered beneath her touch and she smiled, content with the small victory. Perhaps he wasn’t as steadfast in his resolve as he wanted her to think.
When he broke the kiss, his ragged, hot breath caressed her cheek. She pulled back to look at him, but his face was half hidden in shadow. She yearned to see him in sunlight, his dark hair glistening brightly, his tan skin sparkling with a sheen of sweat in the shimmering light.
He brought her to the same place every night—a dimly lit room decorated only with a narrow bed on which she could recline while he teased her mercilessly until dawn crept upon them. There were no windows, no doors, no escape from this man who held her spellbound hour after restless hour.
Tonight, he’d started by slowly lavishing her pussy with greedy attention. Her former lovers had never performed oral sex for longer than a minute or two, content to finish the job with as little effort as possible. But he was nothing like the others. His tongue swept lazily over every bit of flesh until Nell thought she’d tremble away into nothing as a riveting orgasm crashed through her body in wave after furious wave.
He was relentless, incessant in his drive to consume her even as her every nerve ending thrummed with painful sensitivity after the earth-shattering climax. Begging him to stop, to let her recover, never did any good. He’d only pause long enough to caress her clit before sweeping down to lap the cream from her thighs, and if his tongue wasn’t in her, his fingers were.
Now hours after they’d started, when her pussy craved a frenzied fuck more than she’d ever thought possible, he was ready to pull away, to evaporate into another maddening memory.
“You can’t leave me again.” The words came out as another threat, but it was feeble and they both knew it. His green, lust-filled gaze assessed her face and Nell sucked in a breath at the intensity she saw in his eyes. It felt as though he prepared to devour her whole.
She bit her lower lip, her legs still wrapped around him, and let her fingers skim across his ribs to cup his firm ass. “Stay,” she repeated, softer this time, as she writhed beneath him, eager to make contact with his cock. “Stay forever.”
His rock-hard body didn’t give an inch. He didn’t move or pull away from her. He didn’t have to. Instead, his image began to flicker and fade until she held nothing but air where his warm, solid flesh had been only seconds before.
Nell screamed, the sound agonizing to her own ears, despair clogging her throat. She scanned the corners of the dark, empty room in vain, looking for any hint of an out-of-place shadow, any indication he could still be there, watching her.
“I won’t wait for you,” she whispered into the still air. Blinking back tears, she clutched the thin bed sheets in her fists. “One night you’ll come for me and I won’t be here.”
From somewhere in the distance, she thought she heard him chuckle. The infuriating sound grazed over her skin and Nell shivered, feeling more alone than ever.
GOLD STAR AWARD! “I was mesmerized with the action and powerfully erotic love scenes. Ms. Savage did an astounding job in portraying the love Nell felt at first seeing her dream lover Akhenaten. Taking the highly charged moments and amplifying them with vivid extreme detail, the first initial frustration Nell felt made me want to strangle Akhenaten for leaving her unsatisfied. Each passing scene in which Akhenaten confesses his undying love for his wife and the turmoil Nell suffers realizing that it isn’t HER that he loves but Nefertiti, every pain Nell felt from holding back the love she was feeling for him, every single day that passed as she tried to find a way back home was delivered clearly and beautifully… I was brought to tears at the final revelation. The beauty and profound depth of love Akhenaten and Nell felt for each other crossed millenniums and made me sigh at the final word in the book. This is an absolutely fantastic book that I would HIGHLY recommend reading… It has become a definite favorite in my collection, and I truly hope that Ms. Savage writes a continuation of this time period. Bravo!!”