Her dream started that she came out of her Cindrellaesque carriage, but she was dressed like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman—and she was wearing shattered glass slippers and could see the blood on her feet in the cracks.
But it did not hurt at all.
She walked to the ballroom? Or at least a huge dome-shaped room with gorgeous glass chandeliers that were not shattered. She could not see her reflection, but she assumed that she looked hideous.
She was not wrong.
The crowd circled around her in their fancy ballroom gowns, and upturned noses. They circled around her, and pulled at her clothes. Blood appeared on other parts of her body, as she was scratched and pulled at. Sabrina did not even have a defense, half naked in her still shattered glass slippers she stood.
Until she was covered in a thick cloak that made her feel as if she was set on fire.
The panic of it all made her pass out, and she did not come to for what seemed like hours.
As if she were sleeping beauty.
When she woke up, the dark man she had glimpsed briefly before she passed out, gazed at her with with a sweet expression.
“You are awake,” he said simply, and continued to caress her back.
On her side she heard the crackle of the glass slippers and she wondered how he could be so warm, when she knew she must be leaving blood on his sheets?
But the sheets were black, so maybe it did not matter?
The dark man covered her like his dark sheets, and Sabrina cried out. Not in refusal, she cried out in welcome.
She had been unconscious, but she knew him and the way his body fit with hers showed he knew her. She welcomed him, her legs wrapped about him and neither of them cared about the shattered glass or blood as she dug her heels into his back.
Breathless from his deep kiss, she almost passed out again.
But she managed not to, as he kissed down her body. His lips like lava, and she felt like she was going to spontaneously combust.
Practically on fire, she rolled onto her side and looked at Harry.
Awake now, she knew that if they had a fairy tale it would have to be twisted like her dream had been.
She kissed his body. Her lips like lava now, moving along him until she heard his moan deep in his chest and she covered his body like he had in her dream.
When he was her nocturnal prince…
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Wow, this was powerful! My heart hurt for her even though it was a dream.
oh thank you! i kind of got wrapped up in the fairy tale idea. it was fun to write! xoxo