Chapter 80

Valerie

I dreamed of hands touching my skin. Of mouths on my neck, hot and hungry as they kissed the skin. I dreamed of fingers touching me in places I’d never been touched. Of my breath, hot and wanting, catching in my throat as pleasure prickled over my skin.

There were three of them. Three men surrounding me—nothing but black silhouettes in my mind. They whispered filthy things into my ears, and ran their fingertips along the most ticklish parts of my body.

I wanted them. All of them.

And yet, something told me not to give in. That I shouldn’t do such a thing.

“Wait,” I panted, trying to push the men away. Their chests were broad, their bodies powerful as they moved against mine.

“Why would you want to escape us?” one of them replied, relish in his voice.

“We belong to you,” said another.

“Close your eyes,” whispered the third.

Pleasure engulfed me like a flame catching tinder. My body burned under their touches, their kisses, their low chuckles and their filthy whispers.