60: A raw dream

Elaine’s POV

I tossed and turned in my sleep, my mind ensnared in a vivid dream. I don’t know how that happened but the dream was so vivid and spot on that I allowed myself to get lost in it.

Killian kissed me until I was dazed, boneless against his hardened body. I clung to him when he yanked my knee to his hip, clamping it there. His cock pressed against my belly like a pulsating brand, and I grew wet for it, readying.

He used his free hand to grip one of my breasts, leaning down to lick its stiffened tip. I whimpered when he suckled it between his lips, still working that clever tongue, forcing more tension to coil low in my belly. He tended my other nipple in turn, tonguing, sucking, leaving both achy peaks straining for more.

Then his hand trailed down to cup me. He slipped his middle finger inside my spread lips, making me moan, “Yes, yes . . .”

When he felt how slick I was, a defeated sound broke from his chest and a second finger joined the first to open me. Then he withdre