LADY OF THE NIGHT

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

WET DREAMS

ANDREA

I fall asleep almost the instant my body touches the bed, like I’ve been pulled under by something deeper than exhaustion. One second I’m staring at the ceiling, my thoughts drifting back to him—to the man whose presence has refused to leave my mind—and the next, I’m gone. Completely.

Lala land greets me with a strange kind of clarity.

The room around me is dimly lit, shadows stretching lazily across the walls, soft and shifting like they have a life of their own. There’s a quiet heaviness in the air, thick with something I can’t quite name—but I feel it. I feel everything.

And then I see him.

He stands a few feet away, his figure partially swallowed by darkness, yet somehow… I can make him out perfectly. It doesn’t make sense, and still, it does. The outline of his body is unmistakable—broad shoulders, a firm chest, a presence that feels overwhelming even in silence.

I can tell he’s completely naked.

Don’t ask me how I know. I just do.

It’s like my body recognizes him before my mind can even catch up.

I’m lying on the bed, my back pressed into the soft sheets, my breathing already uneven. My hands are between my legs, almost like they have a will of their own. My fingers find my c**t, rubbing slow, deliberate circles, and I don’t even remember when I start.

A soft sound slips past my lips—a moan, barely audible—but it feels loud in the stillness.

Then I hear him.

A low grunt, deep and rough, coming from somewhere behind me—or maybe around me. I can’t tell. It echoes in a way that makes my stomach tighten, my thighs press closer together.

It feels like we’re connected somehow.

Like an invisible thread has wrapped itself around us, binding us together in a way that defies logic.

“Rub it faster for daddy,” he says, his voice thick, strained, like he’s fighting for control. “Make sure you don’t come, though. Your c*m is for my mouth… and my dick.”

His words send a sharp wave of heat through me, my hips jerking slightly at the sound alone.

“Yes… yes, yes, yes,” I gasp, my voice breaking as the pleasure builds faster than I can handle. “Please, I’m so close already… just f**k me already.”

The desperation in my voice shocks even me, but I can’t stop. I don’t want to.

“I need to use my d**k in your mouth,” he continues, his tone dropping lower, rougher, “to clean that dirty mouth of yours. Don’t you think?”

Before I can even respond, he’s there.

One moment, he’s standing at a distance—and the next, he’s right in front of me, his presence overwhelming, suffocating in the best way possible. My breath catches as he moves closer, and then—

He’s filling my mouth.

My lips stretch around him instinctively, like my body knows exactly what to do without needing instruction. The taste hits me immediately—warm, raw, something earthy and deeply masculine. It makes my head spin.

If I’m being honest, I want to keep that taste. Bottle it. Hide it somewhere safe where I can go back to it whenever I want.

My hands move faster now.

One slips lower, fingers pushing inside me while the other continues circling my c**t, faster and faster, chasing something I can’t quite reach yet. My body arches off the bed as he moves in and out of my mouth, his pace picking up, each motion deeper, harder.

A moan escapes me, louder this time, vibrating through him.

The reaction is instant.

A sharp sound—a pop—breaks the rhythm, and I barely have time to process it before he pulls back slightly.

“You’re ready to take me now,” he grunts, his voice thick with need.

But by the time the words settle, I’m already full.

Completely filled.

My breath stutters as the sensation overwhelms me, my body stretching around him, my walls tightening instinctively. It’s almost too much—almost painful—but the line between pain and pleasure blurs so quickly that I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.

He starts slow.

Painfully slow.

Each movement deliberate, controlled, like he’s savoring every second. My fingers falter for a moment, my body trying to adjust, trying to keep up with the intensity of it all.

His thumb finds my c**t.

The pressure sends a jolt through me, my back arching as a broken sound leaves my throat. At the same time, his mouth closes around my n****e, pulling, teasing, making my entire body tremble.

The combination is too much.

His chest presses against my breasts as he moves, the heat of his skin seeping into mine. The steady rise and fall of his body creates a rhythm that pulls me deeper into the moment, dragging me closer and closer to the edge.

I can feel it building again.

Stronger this time.

Faster.

My hands are useless now, gripping the sheets instead, my body completely at his mercy. Every movement, every touch, every sound he makes pushes me further, higher, until I don’t know where I end and he begins.

I’m so close.

So, so close.

And then—

“c*m with me now.”

The words hit me like a command, like a trigger I can’t resist.

And I break.

The release crashes over me all at once, ripping a scream from my throat as my body convulses beneath him. My mind goes blank, completely consumed by the intensity of it, by the overwhelming wave that refuses to stop.

I scream his name.

Over and over again.

Even though I don’t know it.

Even though I shouldn’t.

It feels real.

Too real.

My body trembles as the sensation lingers, slowly fading, leaving me breathless, spent, completely undone.

And then—

I open my eyes.

Reality hits me like cold water.

The dimly lit room disappears, replaced by something far more familiar. The walls are different. The air feels different. Everything feels… normal.

Too normal.

I blink, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I try to steady my breathing.

I’m still at Aurora’s house.

The realization settles in slowly, piece by piece, until it fully clicks.

It wasn’t real.

None of it was.

I swallow hard, my body still buzzing with the remnants of what I just felt, my skin overly sensitive, my thoughts scattered and disoriented.

I’ve just had my first s*x dream.

And judging by the way my body still reacts, still aches, still hums with leftover pleasure—

I’m still high on the arousal.

“f*****g hell…”

The words leave my lips in a quiet whisper, my voice rough, unfamiliar even to my own ears.

It was all a dream.