Anila POV
My body was sore and exhausted. Every now and then, I could feel a phantom kiss, or lick, or touch, gracing my skin like a ghost. From the slickness between my legs, and the dampness of my panties, I felt ashamed.
I got so wet from a dream, a dream about three people touching me greedily, and two more watching from a distance.
*What was wrong with me?*
I was depraved. I must be, or at the very least, I was in my subconscious state.
Such a wild wet dream.
It was definitely that book's fault. Still, I couldn’t help but feel… guilty about the lust my subconscious harbors. Even I didn’t know I felt so strongly about them. The fact that Damien and some mystery person watched me makes that shame feel painful—I really must be depraved.
Despite having showered, and dressed, I sti
