Faelyn becomes painfully aware of an uncomfortable flushed sensation. Her teeth clench around her lip to quieten her cries.
Her body is on fire, her skin burning slick with an intense, unrelenting heat that seems to consume her from the inside out.
It pours through her veins to melt every last part of her, even her bones.
A small distressed whimper slips from Faelyn's rosy parted lips as she tosses and turns; the sheets tangle around her legs as her mind remains foggy with the dream.
She dreams of strong arms. . . Of being held, warm breath caressing her ears, and her body being claimed, each solid thrust leaves her lungs gasping for so much-needed air.
"Faelyn. . ." She can nearly hear the deep voice purring aloud her name, Faelyn knows who it belongs to, her Dragon.
