Angelica

My eyes snap open. I’m panting exhausting, nonetheless reeling from the aftershocks of my orgasm. That was essentially the most intense intercourse dream I’ve ever had.

Slowly, I stretch, however freeze once I discover myself barely in a position to transfer. Realisation creeps in as the load of a leg and an arm wrapped round me make themselves identified to my unconscious.

Shit. What occurred to the pillow fort? Why is Lycus wrapped round me like a vine?

I shift and his hand brushes towards my pulsing cunt, making me gasp. Fuck. It wasn’t a dream was it?

My coronary heart is pounding wildly. The road between actuality and fantasy has by no means been extra blurred. This needs to be a entice.

Slowly, the dread flushing away the remaining tingles of delight, I roll over to take a look at Lycus.

Please be asleep. Please be asleep. Please be?—

Lycus’ eyes meet mine, his gaze darkish and intense. He leans ahead, brushing his lips towards mine. “You might be mine, Angelica. And you recognize it.”

A shiver runs down my backbone. I can’t deny the reality of his phrases. In my deepest needs, he was the one who owned me. The one who managed my most primal urges, and the one who drove me to the sting of insanity along with his contact.

I swallow exhausting, attempting to regain management of my ideas. “I don’t perceive.”

He chuckles, a low and seductive sound. “Then maybe I ought to clarify.”

His fingers cup my face, tilting it up so our eyes meet. “You had a beautiful dream, proved that you just belong to me. You’re a submissive at coronary heart, Angelica. You crave give up, the candy launch of energy relinquished into the fingers of somebody stronger. That somebody is me.”

I shake my head, attempting to disclaim the reality in his phrases. However as I do, his fingers gently hint the road of my jaw, sending a thrill of need by means of me. His eyes darken, and he leans ahead, his lips brushing towards mine.

After which the obnoxious chime of the alarm breaks the spell and I’m saved.

I bolt upright, panting and drenched in a chilly sweat. My coronary heart is pounding, and my thoughts is racing with the vivid recollections of the dream. I rub my eyes, attempting to clear the fog of sleep from my thoughts. With out a phrase to Lycus, with out even trying again, I bolt for the toilet and lock the door.

I would like to drag myself collectively.

Standing in entrance of the sink, I stare at my reflection. My face is flushed, and my eyes are vast with shock. I splash water on my face, attempting to scrub away the dream, however it lingers. He’s there, Lycus, all the time there, all the time in my thoughts, driving me loopy.

I don’t know why I’m so drawn to him, however I’m. And I can’t deny the joys of being dominated by his sturdy, assured hand, even in my dream. It’s intoxicating, and it scares me. I’ve by no means been submissive earlier than, to not anybody. And I do know it was greater than only a dream; the proof is between my thighs.

I’m sticky and in want of an extended chilly bathe. I’ve to clear my head, wash all ideas of Lycus away as soon as and for all.

I step beneath the steaming spray, the water cascading down my physique, attempting to scrub away the lingering scent of my pleasure. However, regardless of how exhausting I scrub, I can’t get him out of my thoughts. And it’s not simply the recollections of our tryst that hang-out me; it’s the realisation that I would like extra. I wish to expertise it for actual.

I do know Lycus wasn’t actually Sir, however there’s no denying that a part of me wished him to be.

I wish to really feel his sturdy fingers throughout me. I wish to expertise that rush of delight he brings me, and the exhilarating feeling of dropping management. I would like him to dominate me utterly.

However I can’t let that occur. I’ve labored too exhausting to construct the life I’ve now, and nothing, not even Lycus, goes to carry me down. I must be sturdy and in management. However each time I consider him, my physique responds, betraying me with wetness and need.

Because the water washes over me, I really feel myself slipping additional into the abyss that’s my eager for Lycus. I have to discover a method to withstand him, to reclaim management of myself. I have to discover a strategy to be free.

However then, because the water rains down on me, I realise one thing. The need I really feel for Lycus, the necessity to lose management, it’s all a part of me. And possibly, simply possibly, I’m able to embrace it. It doesn’thaveto be with Lycus, however he’s right here. Clearly prepared. I may…

One night time. One tryst. Get him out of my system as soon as and for all, after which I can concentrate on securing the promotion I’ve been dreaming of for years. Simple, proper?

* * *

After I exit the toilet, Lycus and I commerce locations and whereas he’s in there, I throw my objects into my case and sneak out. It’s a low transfer, however I can’t face him. I’m far too embarrassed. In addition to, I don’t wish to run the chance of holding the aircraft up once more, so I depart in loads of time to get to the airport.

The drive is busy for a Sunday lunchtime, however I’m grateful for the site visitors as a result of it means I’ve to focus on the highway. It’s humorous how rapidly I’ve gotten used to driving over right here. I believed this whole journey was going to be a nightmare, however general it’s been enjoyable.

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