Leona POV
I wake gasping, heart slamming against my ribs like a caged bird. Sweat slicks the back of my neck. I taste something sweet and wet—my own breath shaking.
My sheets are tangled around me, my body still humming from the dream, his name echoing in my head. A memory of his touch from the dream I had still lingered, vivid and raw.
I had a dream of Marco claiming me, his lips were on mine in a kiss that was desperate and deep. It was raw filled with hunger, as I was going breathless. His hands roamed around my body as he pulled me closer to him, as if he would tremble if he didn’t.
Then I realized i was in a place that was almost like the red room he took me to before, his hands pinning me as I faced the wall. His lips were trailing down my neck, his hands sliding up my waist.
