The house had grown quiet. Moonlight filtered through the thin curtains of the narrow guest room, painting silver stripes across the wooden floor. Adrian lay on his back in the small bed, one arm draped over his eyes, replaying the events of the long, strange day in his mind.
The teleportation gone wrong. The free-fall. The way his hand had sunk deep into Elena's soft, heavy breast during the tumble and how it had yielded under his fingers, warm and plush. Lina's teasing offer downstairs. Elena's possessive grip on his arm. The lingering flush on both women's cheeks. His body refused to settle, heat stirring low in his belly as the memories refused to fade.
Sleep finally visited him.
The door to the room creaked open softly. Lina slipped inside, wearing nothing but a thin white slip that clung to every curve of her lithe body like a second skin. Moonlight traced the outline of her perky breasts and the subtle sway of her hips as she approached the bed with slow, deliberate steps. Without a word, she climbed onto the mattress, swinging one leg over to straddle Adrian's hips. Her eyes sparkled with mischief in the dim light.
She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties—simple white cotton already slightly damp—and slowly peeled them down her smooth thighs. Once free, she balled the warm, intimate fabric and pressed it firmly against Adrian's lips.
"Shh…" she whispered, pushing the soft bundle deep into his mouth. The taste of her flooded his wentJust let me take care of everything tonight."
Adrian's heart hammered. He could only groan around the makeshift gag as Lina straightened up, gripping the hem of her slip. She pulled it slowly over her head, revealing her fully naked body. Her breasts were firm and perky, nipples tight and pink in the cool air. Her waist narrowed elegantly before flaring into shapely hips, and between her thighs she was smooth and glistening with arousal. Completely bare now, she looked ready to ride him—back arched, thighs spread wide over the obvious bulge in his pants.
Adrian's hands rose instinctively, reaching for those inviting breasts, aching to squeeze their firm warmth and feel them bounce under his palms.
Before his fingers could make contact, the door slammed open with a loud bang.
Elena stormed in, golden eyes blazing with raw fury. "Get the hell off him, you little tease!"
In one fluid motion she was on the bed. A pair of sturdy metal handcuffs appeared in her grip—she must have grabbed them from somewhere in the room, or perhaps they had always been there on the nightstand. She snapped one cuff around Adrian's right wrist and locked the other to the wooden headboard with shocking speed, pinning his arm high above his head. His left hand was still reaching—until Elena seized it too, forcing it back and cuffing it as well, leaving him completely helpless.
"You think I am going to let you make love with someone else?" Elena growled, voice low and dangerous, her body radiating possessive heat. From the folds of her own discarded cloak on the floor she pulled out a slender leather whip, the black leather gleaming in the moonlight. She raised it high.
The first crack of the whip sliced through the air—
Adrian jolted awake with a sharp gasp, heart pounding violently against his ribs. His body was drenched in sweat. The dream's vivid sensations still burned through him: the taste of Lina's panties and the sight of her naked body ready to take him, the frustrating denial as Elena bound him and raised the whip.
He lay there breathing hard, trying to calm his racing pulse. The room was no longer dark and there was no No Lina. No Elena. Just the echo of that whip's crack lingering in his ears and the ghost of frustrated arousal pulsing through his veins.
A soft sound from the doorway made him turn his head.
Elena stood in the doorway in the soft morning light, wearing only a loose shirt that barely reached her thighs. She had come to wake him, a small basin of water in her hands, clearly having heard some restless sound from the hallway. Her golden eyes settled on his flushed, sweat-damp face, studying him with quiet concern.
"Bad dream?" she asked softly as She stepped inside, closing the door quietly behind her, and set the basin on the small table. Her eyes falling on obvious tent in the blanket, without making any comment She sat lightly on the edge of the mattress, one hand resting near his shoulder, waiting for him to steady himself.
.
Adrian exhaled slowly, dragging a hand over his face. "Yeah… something like that."
His voice was rough, still caught between sleep and whatever had pulled him out of it.
Elena studied him quietly, her expression composed. Only after seeing him relax a little did she add, "Breakfast is ready. We should go down."
Adrian sat up slowly, the last remnants of the dream fading as he grounded himself.
" Give me a minute."
Elena rose without another word and moved toward the door. She paused briefly, then stepped out, closing it behind her.
The room fell quiet again.
Adrian sat there for a moment longer, staring ahead, then shook his head slightly.
"Stupid dream."
He reached for the basin Elena had left. Scooping some into his hands, and splashing over his face to wash away the sweat and the lingering heat.. He grabbed the small towel beside it, patting his skin dry until the flush faded and he felt more like himself again. A quick adjustment to his clothes helped hide the last traces of arousal.
Satisfied, he stood, ran a hand through his hair, and stepped out of the room.
Elena was waiting for him just outside the door. She gave him a small nod, and together they headed downstairs. The wooden steps creaked softly under their weight, the smell of fresh bread and warm broth already drifting up from the kitchen.
Mara was bustling about the table when they arrived, setting down a large pot of steaming stew and a basket of warm, crusty flatbread. Lina was already seated, looking bright-eyed and cheerful in the morning light. She glanced up as they entered, her gaze lingering on Adrian for a second longer than necessary, a playful smile tugging at her lips.
"Good morning," Mara said warmly, gesturing to the two empty chairs. "Come, sit. Eat while it's hot. As you need more strength as today's work won't be easy as yesterday."
Adrian took the seat beside Elena, the familiar routine of breakfast helping push the dream further into the background. Elena sat close, her thigh brushing his under the table in a quiet, possessive reminder. Lina watched them both with quiet amusement but said nothing, simply reaching for a piece of bread.
The meal began in comfortable silence, broken only by the clink of spoons and Mara's occasional kind questions about how they had slept.
Author's Note :
No, I didn't forget about this book, I am just not having Enough time. Last night, I felt like writing this chapter, so today I finished it.
Whether it's good or bad, feel free to share your thoughts in the comments. If you have any direction you'd like me to explore, I'm open to hearing it. If you'd prefer I focus more on fanfiction, I can do that as well—but I would need a strong idea to build on.