The End?

Katya

Please,

Don't taunt me with this dream.

In my fantasies, Ferrara's body came to me, returning over and over again, taking over my body and soul.

I usually woke up aching with tears in my eyes, panting for breath, my throat completely parched.

It felt like one of those dreams right now, except that the wet lips on mine didn't feel like they would slip away from my hold, and the tongue plunging into my mouth, the hands driving me towards the wall...

His kisses were wet, desperate and demanding, ravenous hunger emanating from a starvation suppressed for so long.

Firm calloused fingers cradled my face so closely, holding me captive as though to keep me from running.

It was like drinking directly from the river after days of being in the desert, neatly trimmed beard rubbing against mine, hands roaming down my arms to pull me even closer.

I returned his kisses with feverish need, trembling in his hands, my fingers so weak I could barely manage to lift them and wrap around his shoulder