Warning: Slight NSFW
Lyra's POV
Not this dream again.
The moment my skin felt that delightful heat across my body, I knew I was having one of those wet dreams.
Once again, I was naked.
But I wasn't alone.
A man's body loomed above me, I saw a glimpse of his bare chest before he sandwiched me between him and the soft mattress.
His hands roamed around my body like I was a masterpiece, wordless praises that could make my body shudder.
He leaned down, kissing my lips as he tweaked on my nipple, awakening my dormant sexual hunger.
The room was blurry, covered by the paled fog veiling which was making it harder to see.
However, unlike the previous ones, I couldn't control my body. I heard my own voice moaning and begging for this man's touch.
And when he spread my legs, I didn't have the usual fight and flight instinct that scared me.
In fact, I wanted it.
And when he nudged his manhood to my slick folds, my body shuddered like a comforting sense of familiarity.
