Bella
I woke up with my heart hammering against my ribs, my skin flushing hot under the thin sheets.
For a second, I couldn't breathe.
My hands were tangled in the blanket, my chest heaving as the remnants of the dream clung to my mind.
It had felt so real.
The heat of his skin, the heavy, possessive weight of his body pressing me down into the mattress, the dark, rough rumble of his voice whispering into my ear.
In the dream, he had thrown me down, his hands fisted in my hair, taking me with a raw, desperate fury that made my whole body ache even now.
I could still feel the phantom sensation of his fingers, the way my body had traitorously opened up for him.
A deep, burning blush crept up my neck, scorching my cheeks.
I pressed the palms of my hands against my face, groaning quietly into the empty room.
Gods, why?
Why was I dreaming about him like that?
Especially after what I found out?
