Lilas.
It ought to be a dream but it feels so real. My head lays against the soft pillows as I moan his name. I feel long fingers, touching the cores in between my legs. I grip the sheets, my body tightens, it is something I felt the last time Salvatore touched me. It ignites moisture in between my legs.
My eyes are closed tighter. If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up from it. If this is Salvatore in my wildest imaginations, I wave him to kiss me, touch me and do everything that I would never let him do in reality. Isn’t it the best?
I want him to use that arrogant mouth to do wonders on my skin. When we were locked in the closet of the office library, I felt his hard nature and it drove me mad to goosebumps. What sort of man is he under those office clothes? Why were his groins
