That night, I found myself dreaming of Mina. In the dream, we were in an unfamiliar room, engaged in an intimate moment on a bed. She was seated on my lap, rhythmically moving while my hands explored the softness of her breasts. As I sat up, I found myself sucking on her n*****s, playfully nibbling as she moaned in delight and tangled her fingers in my hair.
"Lucas," she whispered, and I couldn't help but find it odd that she always called me by that name in my dreams. What a strange quirk, I thought; I couldn't even get my fantasies straight. I tightened my embrace, flipping her onto her back, then leaned over, running my fingers through her hair before entering her once more. Her scream pierced the air as she clutched my back, her nails digging deep into my skin.
''Shh''' In the midst
