“I promise you’ll squirm more from pleasure than from pain,” he murmurs against my skin. “Stop being stubborn and enjoy.”
I’m about to scream something when his teeth sink into me.
I scream like a madwoman—and then I wake up.
It was a dream.
The sheets are a complete mess tangled between my legs, and it takes me a while to free myself from them. My nightgown clings to my sweaty back, and the hair on my temples seems to have met the same fate. I light a candle and approach the dressing table, which reflects my worn-out appearance. I’m covered in sweat everywhere, and my skin has taken on a yellowish hue.
I can’t help stretching my neck to check for any marks, something to prove it wasn’t a dream, but my skin is smooth and unbroken. I run my fingers over it, thankful that everything rem
