Pale light moved across the loft bedroom slowly, the dawn chorus of birds drowning out the muffled moans coming from the straw bed. The goose feather quilt had been thrown back, and Mariam lay sprawled. Her hand was buried under the skirt of her nightgown, her fingers rubbing tight circles across her clit.
She had been dreaming again. Lately, she was woken early every morning by vivid dreams in which she was being ravished, and every time she couldn't keep her hands from straying down to where she wanted them most. Most nights she dreamt of being on all fours, presenting herself to someone who deserved her, who awoke something in her, and feeling the hot stretch of being filled and f****d.
Today was different. Today she had dreamt of mouths moving across her, lapping and sucking at her b
