At some point in the night, Wulfgar left the bed, for I woke a few times and he was no longer lying next to me. The fire in the hearth remained well tended, and in the lovely warmth, I fell back asleep.
I dreamed of a fire rising and consuming me in the bed, until I lay in the center of the blaze but my skin did not burn. The flames became hands that stroked my bare flesh and slid over my stomach to part my legs. Fingers caressed my hip and massaged my legs and buttocks.
The fire turned into coarse marsh grass rubbing against my back
My eyes fluttered open. There was a man behind me, running his hands over my bare flesh, stirring up the fire within.
Since I had met Fergus, I’d often imagined a man holding and touching me just like this. I had not forgotten the events of yesterday, I kn
