A sharp strike of desire pulled Brittany from a sweaty sleep, her eyes snapping wide open. Laying across a huge bed, a thin nightwear covered her nakedness but clung to her like ten layers of coats. Strange urges overwhelmed her senses, pinning her in place the moment she regained consciousness.
The cool breeze seeping inside through the half open window touched her skin, fanning the flames she battled with. Her lips parted, letting out a low whimper. It felt as if her whole body was being devoured by something, something she could not see, only feel.
She shifted onto her back then again onto her side, and as she curled herself into a ball, her hands gripped the straps of her dress, pulling them down her arms in an attempt to ease her discomfort.
