Chapter Twenty Four
Feel the Dream
It was all just a bad dream.
Something to wake from, and shiver a moment.
Husband and wife, spooning into each other in the vast bed. Her arm draped as she slept, over him, her face pressed into the nape of his neck. He would wake and feel her steady breathing, know that she loved him as he loved her. The warmth of the two close bodies in the bed buried under covers that had witnessed a night of passion.
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It was all her darkest fantasy come true.
Something to wake from and revel in the glory of it.
Two lovers in the marriage bed. Him, exhausted from endless climax, her arm still holding the crop that had been used on her husband. She would wake and feel his taut muscular body pressed to her. A lover that could last, a lover that had strength, a
