Haunting Hannah - Sisters of Silverwood 2

She wasn’t expecting cotton candy and bunnies, but the raw sensuality that filled his mind shocked her. For at least a second. Then she forged forward to explore his psyche.

His mind had a breeze, and it was laden with cinnamon and exotic spices. Pillars of stone supported a fantastically starred sky while silk billowed to the ground below.

She fought the urge to call out and, instead, went exploring. She found a mountain, a pond, a river, fields and a collection of statuary that shocked her to her core.

It was her. A variety of poses and costumes, all Hannah, and all with a heavy sensuality in her face. He had obviously fantasized about her, just a bit. The depicted breasts were slightly smaller than those of her physical self, but he couldn’t know that. She wore minimizing bras. The waist on the statues was also a little thicker, but he couldn’t know that either. None of her clothing was form fitting.

“I need to make the waists smaller, I think. Having you in my arms has given me a better idea of what your shape truly is.” Simon was right behind her and she jumped at the heated whisper in her ear.

The arms he referred to snaked around her and drew her to him. “Uh, Simon, this is all a dream.”

“Well, it is all in my mind, but if you wish to call it a dream we can.” His head bent down and, when his lips nibbled at her neck, she melted. Well, part of her did.