“Please, Bodin.” I was begging him to slip inside me. To fill me with his hard length. Yearning for everything I’d felt before.
When he’d been with me in Demetrius House. Having his way with me in my own bed.
I sat bolt upright. Panting. Shocked from the dream I’d ripped myself from.
After a moment, I noticed my door was slightly ajar. Torches in the hallway casting an orange glow around my bedchamber door. Next, I registered the silhouette standing near me.
My eyes adjusting until I realized it was Bodin I saw.
Bodin. In my room.
For a second, I wondered if everything I thought I’d been dreaming had really been happening.
“Careful whose name you’re calling in that tone of voice Sweetheart.” There was the hint of amusement in his voice.
I touched my lap and verified the bla
