Ivy had a dream where she was kissing a man whose face remained hidden behind a thick haze.
The feeling was strange—intense and aching, like a longing buried deep inside her chest. No matter how hard she tried to see him clearly, the fog only thickened around them. Yet her body slowly surrendered to the pleasure he brought her.
Their lips moved together perfectly, breathless and desperate, as if they had done this countless times before.
Every kiss stole the air from her lungs.
Every touch burned against her skin.
A soft moan escaped her lips before she could stop it.
His silky hair brushed against her fingers while those sinful lips drove her completely insane. The warmth surrounding her felt addictive, pulling her deeper into the dream until exhaustion suddenly consumed her whole body.
Her thoughts faded. Her strength disappeared. And just as darkness swallowed her whole, the warmth lingering around her heart turned dangerously hot.
"Ah…"
