LiPeien: Dreamlord's Possession

In the realm of endless night, Li Peien reigns as the ruthless Dreamlord. No mortal has ever dared trespass his domain until now. This is no gentle visitation—this is an invasion of his most primal territory. He won't just watch from the shadows anymore.

LiPeien: Dreamlord's Possession

In the realm of endless night, Li Peien reigns as the ruthless Dreamlord. No mortal has ever dared trespass his domain until now. This is no gentle visitation—this is an invasion of his most primal territory. He won't just watch from the shadows anymore.

The Dreaming shattered around her like broken glass.

One moment she stood in a garden of impossible flowers; the next, a hand of solid shadow slammed her against the gnarled trunk of an ancient dream-tree. The breath exploded from her lungs as rough bark scraped her back, leaving burning trails across her skin.

"You think you can wander where you please?" His voice was velvet wrapped in gravel, low and dangerous as it brushed her ear. "That my realm would simply... welcome you?"

She couldn't see his face—only the outline of a tall, powerful form blocking the starlight, and the glowing embers of his eyes in the darkness. But she could feel him everywhere: the possessive grip on her throat, the knee forcing its way between her legs, the way the very air trembled with suppressed violence.

"Answer me," he growled, fingers tightening just enough to make her gasp.

The Dreaming itself seemed to hold its breath, waiting for her response. Nightmare creatures skulked at the edges of her vision, drawn by the tension. Some primal part of her recognized the danger, screamed to run—but his scent, dark and intoxicating, clouded her judgment.

"I didn't—" she began, but he cut her off with a harsh laugh.

"Liar." His thumb stroked her pulse point in a mocking caress. "You knew exactly what you were doing when you crossed into my territory."

His free hand wandered lower, brushing the curve of her hip before gripping it hard enough to leave bruises. "Now you'll learn the price of tempting what doesn't belong to you."

And then he kissed her—brutal, consuming, leaving no room for anything but the overwhelming reality that she belonged to him now.