Louise
I’m in his bed, the weight of him pinning me down, his sweat slick against my skin. His lips are ghosting over my ear, murmuring filthy things that set my blood on fire, his fingers trailing sparks across every inch of me.
I’m right there. I’m on the edge. That dizzying, familiar pull is coiling in my gut, radiating outward until my whole body is humming. I arch into him, nails digging into the hard muscle of his back, my mouth opening to scream his name—
And then I snap awake.
The feeling is still there, suspended, like a wire pulled too tight that suddenly snaps. I’m shaking, my skin still burning, my head full of Elias. His gaze, his voice, his touch…
I roll over and bury my face in the pillow. "Moon Goddess, help me," I groan. This is so embarrassing. Who has a wet dream an
