Sophie's delicate face came into his view, and he instinctively pressed her beneath him.
"Asher Land, I want."
Her soft, pliant body faintly rubbed against his firm physique, as she puckered her lips and gazed at him amorously.
"Want? Want what?" he asked knowingly.
"I, I want you." She clung to his neck, covering his lips with hers, as her small hands set his chest ablaze.
"How much do you want?" He smiled wickedly, "Is once enough?"
"Not enough."
"Twice?"
"Not enough."
"Alright, then don't expect to get out of bed tomorrow."
He removed her nightgown, kissed her sensitive spots, and just as he was about to fulfill this woman's desire, he found himself grasping at nothing—she had suddenly vanished?
Asher Land leapt up from the bed, his body panting heavily, the tension still in every part of him.
Staring at the empty bedside, he couldn't help but curse.
Damn! Was he actually having a wet dream???
