Three nights in a row, he'd dreamt of having her feminine body pinned beneath him. Her pale skin flushed with colour as he slowly eased his length into her weeping s*x. In his dreams, he'd devoured her like a beast. He'd taken her body in a number of positions and she'd love it, screaming his name in ecstasy. Each time he'd awoken with the front of his trews wet like a lad that just entered maturity. It was absolutely mortifying.
It didn't matter whether he was awake or asleep, Eliora haunted his every thought whatever the time, whatever the situation.
Just then, the image of her aroused face flashed in his mind. The look she had when he almost kissed her. He tried to tell himself he'd imagined it but the image was so vivid in his memory. She might've actually wanted it too.
Stop it!
