Later that night…
Nathaniel tossed and turned, his sleep anything but peaceful. A feverish heat coursed through him, dragging him deeper into a dream that felt too vivid to be unreal.
He saw Zara's lips crushed against his, the wet slide of her tongue igniting sparks that shot down his spine. Her scent, her warmth, her touch—everything felt so real, so consuming, blurring the line between dream and reality.
His chest rose and fell in a frantic rhythm, each breath short and ragged as he surrendered to the dream. He saw himself pushing her down against the mattress, his hands greedily tracing the curves of her body. The sensation was so alive it nearly drove him mad, sent shocks through his veins. His muscles coiled tighter with the electric impulse that coursed through him, straining with raw need.
His erection throbbed, growing unbearable as the images grew more heated—Zara beneath him, pulling him closer, kissing him wildly.
