Victoria woke with a jerk, frowning as she looked out the window. Sunrise was just touching the horizon out the east window, but she stared at the ceiling, and her body still vibrating from her orgasm.
It was a dream. Just a dream. It had to be.
She rubbed her forehead and groaned. It hadn’t been a dream though, and somehow, she knew it. She wanted to pound on something. It wasn’t fair. She knew he’d been here. Knew it. In this bed. In her body. He’d made love to her—no! she means he f**k her and it had been…extraordinary. She’d never had a male who was so determined to give her pleasure.
To make sure it was right for her.
True Mates do that.
It was as if a voice echoed in her mind. No. They were not True Mates. She wasn’t going to lose herself.
Immerse herself in him until there was
