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Title: Delights of the night
Author: Sylvia Day
Year: 2013
Genre: Foreign romance novels, Romance-fantasy novels, Erotic literature

About the book "Pleasures of the Night" by Sylvia Day

Sylvia Day is a contemporary American writer. Her best-selling book, Night's Delights, is an engaging, action-packed erotic fantasy story. At the center of the story is the main character named Lissa. She is an ordinary, earthly woman who is plagued by regular nightmares, as a result of which she is unable to get enough sleep and constantly walks around tired and exhausted.

At the same time, we meet Aidan, the commander of the guards and a first-class specialist in his field. While performing his next mission, he enters a girl's dream, and romantic feelings flare up between them. We have to read about what happened next in this wonderful love story that will not leave anyone indifferent.

In her book, Sylvia Day talks about the fact that there are sensual pleasures that can only be indulged in at night. He comes to her half asleep in order to fulfill her cherished dream. Never before has the main character experienced pleasure similar to that caused by a man whose soul-penetrating eyes hide a hint of long-awaited intimacy and vicious ecstasy. However, this luxurious man, this inimitable lover, this skillful seducer is nothing more than a vision born of midnight dreams. But one day he will appear at her door in person. Lissa is languishing in anticipation of her cherished dream coming true. Meanwhile, all this is fraught with a terrible threat, because Captain Aidan is fulfilling his task, and all-consuming passion, as we know, is fraught with unpredictable consequences both for the world of dreams and for our world.

Sylvia Day, in her novel Night's Delights, introduces us to Aidan Cross, a dream guardian whose purpose is to protect people from nightmares. He can visit the dreams of his charges, and also fulfill even the wildest erotic desires. One day he comes to our heroine Lissa Brights in the guise of Brad Pitt himself. According to the rules, people are not allowed to see the real face of the guards, but several nights spent with this girl radically change Aidan’s life, as a result of which he is sent to Earth to find the secret Key. But what does it mean? What is the purpose of this strange task? And will our hero be able to fulfill it? We are invited to read comprehensive answers to these and numerous other intriguing questions in this book.

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Quotes from Night's Delights by Sylvia Day

- Well, how shall we begin, dear? Fast and strong? Or, on the contrary, slowly and easily?

- If you're such a smart-ass, suggest a better idea.

Beware of the Key that opens the Lock.

Possessing colossal, centuries-long experience of this kind of pleasing women, he perfectly felt these signs, and his thrusts fully met the requirements of the moment. Slender hips rose and fell in tireless movement, with constant skill plunging the penis into the moist depths of the womb. She gasped, scratched his skin and arched her back.
- Yes Yes Yes!

There are sensual pleasures that can only be experienced at night.

He comes to her in the Twilight, between sleep and wakefulness, to fulfill her secret desires. Never before has Lissa Bates experienced ecstasy like that of a man whose soul-piercing blue eyes hold the promise of seductive intimacy and wicked pleasures. But this man, this lover, this incomparable seducer is just a dream, a phantom born of night dreams. But one day he will appear at her door in the flesh!

Lissa longs for her dream to become a reality, but it poses a mortal threat as Captain Aidan Cross carries out his mission, and the passion that has completely captured their bodies and souls is fraught with terrifying consequences for the world of dreams... and for the world of people.

For the first time in Russian!

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I dedicate this book with gratitude to super agents Pamela Harty and Deirdre Knight. Their self-imposed mission was to send me wherever I wanted. Which they did great. At the same time, they took into account all my requirements.

Thank you so much, P. and D.

Many hugs!

This work received well-meaning criticism from the dreaded Annette McCleave (www.AnnetteMcCleave.com). Thank you very much, Annette.

Lissa got her name from my first reader and friend, Alyssa Harzeler. Thanks for your honesty.

I am grateful to Rose Shapiro for advice and suggestions. You have helped me immensely.

And of course, I can't help but mention my editor, Erica Tsang, who worked so enthusiastically on this series. I am grateful to her from the bottom of my heart.

PROLOGUE

Only a few moments separated the woman lying under Aidan Cross from a stunning orgasm. Her throaty moans filled the air, exciting and attracting those who could hear them.

Possessing colossal, centuries-long experience of this kind of pleasing women, he perfectly felt these signs, and his thrusts fully met the requirements of the moment. Slender hips rose and fell in tireless movement, with constant skill plunging the penis into the moist depths of the womb. She gasped, scratched his skin and arched her back.

Yes Yes Yes!

Her moans made him smile: the power of a rapidly approaching orgasm filled the room with a light that was visible only to him. On the edge of Twilight, where the glow of her passion collided with the darkness of her inner fears, Nightmares lurked in palpable excitement. But he kept them at a distance.

For if they had crossed the line, he could have dealt with them instantly.

Grabbing her buttocks, Aidan lifted her hips so that with each deep thrust, the base of his cock rubbed against her clitoris.

She came with a loud scream, her vagina throbbed in a hot orgasm, her whole body twitched so wildly, shamelessly and impulsively, as it had never happened in reality.

He held this moment, froze in delight, absorbing the energy created by this dream, complementing it, strengthening it and directing it back through it. She began to fall into a deeper, more restful sleep, far removed from the Twilight in which she was vulnerable.

Brad... - she exhaled before leaving completely.

Aidan realized that their meeting was, in fact, ghostly: their physical contact was carried out only in her subconscious. However, she perceived this lovemaking as something very real.

Making sure that she was completely safe, Aidan pulled away and dropped the guise in which he appeared before her in her fantasies. Brad Pitt's appearance was replaced by his true appearance. He was taller, broader in the shoulders, his hair became shorter and acquired a blue-black color, his eyes darkened, returning to their natural transparent sapphire hue.

On the edge of the Sleeper's perception, the blurry outlines of the Nightmares wriggled and writhed in impatient anticipation. Today several of them gathered, against him alone, and when Aidan created the sword, his smile was sincere and genuine. He was pleased with the numerical superiority of the enemy. Filled with longing for the immeasurable eras of past battles, he rejoiced at any opportunity to relieve himself in a fight with the Nightmares.

With practiced grace, Aidan began to twist the blade to release sexual tension from his muscles and give them the flexibility needed in battle. In the dream world, ordinary abilities were enhanced, but fighting with several enemies still required innate skill.

Let `s start? - Aidan growled, feeling ready, and in a powerful lunge he delivered the first, irresistible blow.

* * *

Was it a good night, Captain Cross?

“As usual,” Aidan answered, shrugging his shoulders as he walked.

He walked towards the Temple of the Elders, and with every long step, the hem of his black robe wrapped around his ankles.

Waving to the Guardian who called out to him, Aidan passed the massive torii gate and found himself in the open space of the courtyard. And while Aidan silently stepped barefoot on the cool stone slabs, a soft breeze ruffled his hair and pleasantly cooled his skin. Having received energy recharge, he could have remained on the battlefield longer, but the Elders did not allow this.

Since time immemorial, they have insisted that every Guardian return to the temple complex at regular intervals. They themselves explained their demand by saying that the Guardians should rest, but Aidan understood that this was not the true reason: if the Guardians needed time to recuperate, it was very little. The true meaning of the order to return was embodied in the gates remaining behind him. Huge, painted in a stunningly bright scarlet color, they looked so impressive that the gaze of every Guardian involuntarily turned to them and to the inscription adorning them in the ancient dialect: “Beware of the Key that opens the Lock.”

True, due to the lack of evidence, he himself began to doubt the reality of the existence of this Key. Perhaps it was just a legend that, instilling fear, encouraged the Guardians to rush forward, constantly be on alert and did not allow them to relax.

Turning, he met the dark eyes of Morgana, one of the Playful Guardians, peeking out from behind the column, whose task was to fill dreams with all kinds of pleasant and joyful sensations.

What are you doing here? - he asked with a condescending smile on his lips.

The Elders are looking for us.

How's that? - His eyebrows rose, because usually this did not bode well. - So, are you hiding? Smart girl.

Let’s frolic in the stream,” she suggested in a hoarse whisper, “and I’ll tell you what I managed to overhear.”

Aidan nodded without thinking. He knew very well: if the charming Igrunya was in a playful mood, then there was nothing to think about.

They tried to leave unnoticed, descending from the marble platform onto the grass. As Aidan guided Morgana down the sloping path towards the warm stream, he joyfully took in the virgin beauty of the new day: rolling green hills, bubbling streams and splashing waterfalls. There, over the hill, was his house, and images of shoji sliding doors and tatami mats covering the wooden floors surfaced in his mind. The furnishings were sparse, the colors muted, every detail of the decoration was chosen so that nothing would distract from contemplation and reflection. Small and so close, the house was his refuge - albeit a lonely refuge.

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Sylvia Day

PLEASURES OF THE NIGHT

I dedicate this book with gratitude to super agents Pamela Harty and Deirdre Knight. Their self-imposed mission was to send me wherever I wanted. Which they did great. At the same time, they took into account all my requirements.

Thank you so much, P. and D.

Many hugs!

This work received well-meaning criticism from the dreaded Annette McCleave (www.AnnetteMcCleave.com). Thank you very much, Annette.

Lissa got her name from my first reader and friend, Alyssa Harzeler. Thanks for your honesty.

I am grateful to Rose Shapiro for advice and suggestions. You have helped me immensely.

And of course, I can't help but mention my editor, Erica Tsang, who worked so enthusiastically on this series. I am grateful to her from the bottom of my heart.

Only a few moments separated the woman lying under Aidan Cross from a stunning orgasm. Her throaty moans filled the air, exciting and attracting those who could hear them.

Possessing colossal, centuries-long experience of this kind of pleasing women, he perfectly felt these signs, and his thrusts fully met the requirements of the moment. Slender hips rose and fell in tireless movement, with constant skill plunging the penis into the moist depths of the womb. She gasped, scratched his skin and arched her back.

Yes Yes Yes!

Her moans made him smile: the power of a rapidly approaching orgasm filled the room with a light that was visible only to him. On the edge of Twilight, where the glow of her passion collided with the darkness of her inner fears, Nightmares lurked in palpable excitement. But he kept them at a distance.

For if they had crossed the line, he could have dealt with them instantly.

Grabbing her buttocks, Aidan lifted her hips so that with each deep thrust, the base of his cock rubbed against her clitoris.

She came with a loud scream, her vagina throbbed in a hot orgasm, her whole body twitched so wildly, shamelessly and impulsively, as it had never happened in reality.

He held this moment, froze in delight, absorbing the energy created by this dream, complementing it, strengthening it and directing it back through it. She began to fall into a deeper, more restful sleep, far removed from the Twilight in which she was vulnerable.

Brad... - she exhaled before leaving completely.

Aidan realized that their meeting was, in fact, ghostly: their physical contact was carried out only in her subconscious. However, she perceived this lovemaking as something very real.

Making sure that she was completely safe, Aidan pulled away and dropped the guise in which he appeared before her in her fantasies. Brad Pitt's appearance was replaced by his true appearance. He was taller, broader in the shoulders, his hair became shorter and acquired a blue-black color, his eyes darkened, returning to their natural transparent sapphire hue.

On the edge of the Sleeper's perception, the blurry outlines of the Nightmares wriggled and writhed in impatient anticipation. Today several of them gathered, against him alone, and when Aidan created the sword, his smile was sincere and genuine. He was pleased with the numerical superiority of the enemy. Filled with longing for the immeasurable eras of past battles, he rejoiced at any opportunity to relieve himself in a fight with the Nightmares.

With practiced grace, Aidan began to twist the blade to release sexual tension from his muscles and give them the flexibility needed in battle. In the dream world, ordinary abilities were enhanced, but fighting with several enemies still required innate skill.

Let `s start? - Aidan growled, feeling ready, and in a powerful lunge he delivered the first, irresistible blow.

Was it a good night, Captain Cross?

“As usual,” Aidan answered, shrugging his shoulders as he walked.

He walked towards the Temple of the Elders, and with every long step, the hem of his black robe wrapped around his ankles.

Waving to the Guardian who called out to him, Aidan passed the massive torii gate and found himself in the open space of the courtyard. And while Aidan silently stepped barefoot on the cool stone slabs, a soft breeze ruffled his hair and pleasantly cooled his skin. Having received energy recharge, he could have remained on the battlefield longer, but the Elders did not allow this.

Since time immemorial, they have insisted that every Guardian return to the temple complex at regular intervals. They themselves explained their demand by saying that the Guardians should rest, but Aidan understood that this was not the true reason: if the Guardians needed time to recuperate, it was very little. The true meaning of the order to return was embodied in the gates remaining behind him. Huge, painted in a stunningly bright scarlet color, they looked so impressive that the gaze of every Guardian involuntarily turned to them and to the inscription adorning them in the ancient dialect: “Beware of the Key that opens the Lock.”

True, due to the lack of evidence, he himself began to doubt the reality of the existence of this Key. Perhaps it was just a legend that, instilling fear, encouraged the Guardians to rush forward, constantly be on alert and did not allow them to relax.

Turning, he met the dark eyes of Morgana, one of the Playful Guardians, peeking out from behind the column, whose task was to fill dreams with all kinds of pleasant and joyful sensations.

What are you doing here? - he asked with a condescending smile on his lips.

The Elders are looking for us.

How's that? - His eyebrows rose, because usually this did not bode well. - So, are you hiding? Smart girl.

Let’s frolic in the stream,” she suggested in a hoarse whisper, “and I’ll tell you what I managed to overhear.”

Aidan nodded without thinking. He knew very well: if the charming Igrunya was in a playful mood, then there was nothing to think about.

They tried to leave unnoticed, descending from the marble platform onto the grass. As Aidan guided Morgana down the sloping path towards the warm stream, he joyfully took in the virgin beauty of the new day: rolling green hills, bubbling streams and splashing waterfalls. There, over the hill, was his house, and images of shoji sliding doors and tatami mats covering the wooden floors surfaced in his mind. The furnishings were sparse, the colors muted, every detail of the decoration was chosen so that nothing would distract from contemplation and reflection. Small and so close, the house was his refuge - albeit a lonely refuge.

With a casual wave of his hand, Aidan removed the sound of the water, and a dead silence hung in the air. He had no intention of straining his ears or raising his voice to be heard. Having thrown off the attire appropriate to their position - he was black, a sign of high rank, she was multi-colored, emphasizing frivolity - they plunged naked into the warm water. Leaning against a small rock outcrop, Aidan closed his eyes and pulled his companion closer.

“Everything is somehow unusually quiet today,” he whispered.

“It’s all because of Dillon,” Morgana responded, pressing her small, firm breasts against him. - He claimed to have found the Key.

This news did not have the slightest effect on Aidan. Every few centuries, some Guardian was sure to fall prey to his desire to enter into legend. There was nothing new in this, although the Elders considered each such erroneous discovery with the utmost seriousness.

What guiding thread has he lost? - Aidan asked, firmly convinced that nothing like that would happen to him.

Sometimes the Sleepers showed some signs, but this never happened all at once. And if Aidan had discovered something like that, he would have killed the Sleeper without hesitation.

I dedicate this book with gratitude to super agents Pamela Harty and Deirdre Knight. Their self-imposed mission was to send me wherever I wanted. Which they did great. At the same time, they took into account all my requirements.

Thank you so much, P. and D.

Many hugs!

This work received well-meaning criticism from the fearsome Annette McCleave (www.AnnetteMcCleave.com). Thank you very much, Annette.

Lissa got her name from my first reader and friend, Alyssa Harzeler. Thanks for your honesty.

I am grateful to Rose Shapiro for advice and suggestions. You have helped me immensely.

I am grateful to the authors represented on the Allure Authors website (www.AllureAuthors.com) for their full support. They're great! Their friendly support made my work on the book much easier.

And of course, I can't help but mention my editor, Erica Tsang, who worked so enthusiastically on this series. I am grateful to her from the bottom of my heart.

Only a few moments separated the woman lying under Aidan Cross from a stunning orgasm. Her throaty moans filled the air, exciting and attracting those who could hear them.

Possessing colossal, centuries-long experience of this kind of pleasing women, he perfectly felt these signs, and his thrusts fully met the requirements of the moment. Slender hips rose and fell in tireless movement, with constant skill plunging the penis into the moist depths of the womb. She gasped, scratched his skin and arched her back.

- Yes Yes Yes!

Her moans made him smile: the power of a rapidly approaching orgasm filled the room with a light that was visible only to him. On the edge of Twilight, where the glow of her passion collided with the darkness of her inner fears, Nightmares lurked in palpable excitement. But he kept them at a distance.

For if they had crossed the line, he could have dealt with them instantly.

Grabbing her buttocks, Aidan lifted her hips so that with each deep thrust, the base of his cock rubbed against her clitoris.

She came with a loud scream, her vagina throbbed in a hot orgasm, her whole body twitched so wildly, shamelessly and impulsively, as it had never happened in reality.

He held this moment, froze in delight, absorbing the energy created by this dream, complementing it, strengthening it and directing it back through it. She began to fall into a deeper, more restful sleep, far removed from the Twilight in which she was vulnerable.

“Brad...” she exhaled before leaving completely.

Aidan realized that their meeting was, in fact, ghostly: their physical contact was carried out only in her subconscious. However, she perceived this lovemaking as something very real.

Making sure that she was completely safe, Aidan pulled away and dropped the guise in which he appeared before her in her fantasies. Brad Pitt's appearance was replaced by his true appearance. He was taller, broader in the shoulders, his hair became shorter and acquired a blue-black color, his eyes darkened, returning to their natural transparent sapphire hue.

On the edge of the Sleeper's perception, the blurry outlines of the Nightmares wriggled and writhed in impatient anticipation. Today several of them gathered, against him alone, and when Aidan created the sword, his smile was sincere and genuine. He was pleased with the numerical superiority of the enemy. Filled with longing for the immeasurable eras of past battles, he rejoiced at any opportunity to relieve himself in a fight with the Nightmares.

With practiced grace, Aidan began to twist the blade to release sexual tension from his muscles and give them the flexibility needed in battle. In the dream world, ordinary abilities were enhanced, but fighting with several enemies still required innate skill.

- Let `s start? – Aidan growled, feeling ready, and in a powerful lunge he delivered the first, irresistible blow.

“Did you have a good night, Captain Cross?”

“As usual,” Aidan answered, shrugging as he walked.

He walked towards the Temple of the Elders, and with every long step, the hem of his black robe wrapped around his ankles.

Waving to the Guardian who called out to him, Aidan passed the massive torii gate and found himself in the open space of the courtyard. And while Aidan silently stepped barefoot on the cool stone slabs, a soft breeze ruffled his hair and pleasantly cooled his skin. Having received energy recharge, he could have remained on the battlefield longer, but the Elders did not allow this.

Since time immemorial, they have insisted that every Guardian return to the temple complex at regular intervals. They themselves explained their demand by saying that the Guardians should rest, but Aidan understood that this was not the true reason: if the Guardians needed time to recuperate, it was very little. The true meaning of the order to return was embodied in the gates remaining behind him. Huge, painted in a stunningly bright scarlet color, they looked so impressive that the gaze of every Guardian involuntarily turned to them and to the inscription adorning them in the ancient dialect: “Beware of the Key that opens the Lock.”

True, due to the lack of evidence, he himself began to doubt the reality of the existence of this Key. Perhaps it was just a legend that, instilling fear, encouraged the Guardians to rush forward, constantly be on alert and did not allow them to relax.

Turning, he met the dark eyes of Morgana, one of the Playful Guardians, peeking out from behind the column, whose task was to fill dreams with all kinds of pleasant and joyful sensations.

- What are you doing here? – he asked with a condescending smile on his lips.

– The Elders are looking for us.

- Is that so? His eyebrows rose, because this usually didn't bode well. - So, are you hiding? Smart girl.

“Let’s frolic in the stream,” she suggested in a hoarse whisper, “and I’ll tell you what I managed to overhear.”

Aidan nodded without thinking. He knew very well: if the charming Igrunya was in a playful mood, then there was nothing to think about.

They tried to leave unnoticed, descending from the marble platform onto the grass. As Aidan guided Morgana down the sloping path towards the warm stream, he joyfully took in the virgin beauty of the new day: rolling green hills, bubbling streams and splashing waterfalls. There, over the hill, was his house, and images of shoji sliding doors and tatami mats covering the wooden floors surfaced in his mind. The furnishings were sparse, the colors muted, every detail of the decoration was chosen so that nothing would distract from contemplation and reflection. Small and so close, the house was his refuge - albeit a lonely refuge.

With a casual wave of his hand, Aidan removed the sound of the water, and a dead silence hung in the air. He had no intention of straining his ears or raising his voice to be heard. Having thrown off the attire appropriate to their position - he was black, a sign of high rank, she was multi-colored, emphasizing frivolity - they plunged naked into the warm water. Leaning against a small rock outcrop, Aidan closed his eyes and pulled his companion closer.

“Everything is somehow unusually quiet today,” he whispered.

“It’s all because of Dillon,” Morgana responded, pressing her small, firm breasts against him. “He claimed to have found the Key.”

This news did not have the slightest effect on Aidan. Every few centuries, some Guardian was sure to fall prey to his desire to enter into legend. There was nothing new in this, although the Elders considered each such erroneous discovery with the utmost seriousness.