The Ghost King's Bride

She twisted in her sleep, writhed with need as he licked her, she wanted more, but he was such a tease, she begged him, "f**k me. I need you." Her voice was hoarse and sensual, and that awakened something in him. The need was so raw in her eyes, it made him lose it completely, he pulled her on his lap and pounded deep in her. As Layla woke up from her dream, she was drenched in sweat, her entire body felt sore, as if the sensual dream she had was a reality. It was nothing new to her, the dreams had started when she turned 18. Almost 2 years, yet she was still not used to waking up, reeking of s*x. "Why are you still in your bed? Don't keep the customers waiting. Get your ass up and moving, you little whore.", her stepmother yelled and Layla took it as her cue to let the dream be, atleast for now. __________________________________ As a child, Layla had loving parents and a very happy childhood. She was the apple of their eye. It was her 8th birthday and the fateful day, everything changed for her and her family. While returning home, after shopping for her birthday dress for the evening, they had a tragic accident. That was all she could remember, before she lost her consciousness to the darkness. When she woke up, she came to know, her mom took her last breath on the spot. Her father had his legs crushed, so there was a possibility he could not walk for life, even if he survived. Yes, he still had a faint heartbeat, but the risks were just too high for the doctors to make a clear statement right now. He was admitted in the ICU and they were constantly monitoring him closely. But, admist of everything, she survived unscathed. Not a single cut or scratch, which marvelled the doctors as well. She wasn't sure what it was, a boon or a curse.