<div align="center">It was the third time he’d entered dreams, though Eden would be so familiar to him now that it wouldn’t even matter. She was Dana’s gift to him after all, was she not? She shifted so that she was sitting up, propped up by a single arm, that hand still reached out to him as she waited for him to crawl upon the bed. <br/><br/>The way he said her name pleased her immensely, it meant that he was growing use to her, growing use to the way that she caressed him with her eyes, teased him with her body. “You are a king here, Thomas. It is your gift, to rule over the lands that Dana has given you.”<br/><br/>So the jungle was his? As was this room, this castle of stone?<br/><br/>Eyes of golden sherry darkened to amber as his hand caught hers, lifting it to his cheek as he moved forward, a knee placed on the bed. She ran those silky fingers over his skin, letting them linger until they touched under his chin, urging him to come forward. Her lips were oh so tempting, urging him to come forth and claim them.<br/><br/>“I am part of your gift as well, Thomas.” His name was a caress of her tongue, a sensual potpourri of sound put together to form the heady intoxication that was her voice, “I live in this place to serve you and you alone, my king.”</div>