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Eva was in the deepest darkness of sleep that night, wandering in the most hidden corners of her dreams.

But this time the dream she had was very different from the previous ones. The dream was so powerful, she felt everything so clearly in her body as if she were experiencing it at that moment. So much so that she couldn't even control her breathing.

In her dream;

She was half-naked in a pure white bed. That muscular man was lying on top of her, looking at her with his amber eyes and smiling. He had wrapped himself around her on the bed, every muscle in his body tense. The reddish-brown hair falling across his handsome face and those amber eyes were literally driving her crazy. With those tattooed arms and flirtatious gaze, it was him. The man from her dreams was pressing her to the bed with lust.

"You made me wait," he growled, his voice dark and husky in tone.

Eva was surprised. Because she had never heard his voice in her dreams before. "You can speak," she whispered.

"Yes, little one, because you came to me," he said in a hoarse voice. "I'm closer to you now!" he said, taking Eva's wet lips into his mouth.

Suddenly his hands began to roam shamelessly over Eva's body. He pulled the light cover off her and looked at Eva's body. Her bare, full breasts with their small pink tips were laid out before him. One hand squeezed and grasped her breast while the other slid between her legs.

Eva held her breath. The man's fingers pushed aside the thin fabric of her underwear without any effort. Hard, hot fingertips touched directly to her most sensitive spot. The touch was so arousing, so precise that Eva's body arched like a bow in the bed. A suppressed, trembling moan spilled from her throat.

In response to the moaning woman's voice, the man let out a deep grunt. His fingers began to rotate in a pressing circular motion on the sensitive spot of her wet womanhood. Each touch was driving Eva crazy, spreading like electric shocks starting from her groin throughout her entire body.

With the man's shameless touches, Eva's legs began to tremble, her legs involuntarily opening as if inviting him. Fear and desire were mixed together; while her mind was confused, her body had completely surrendered to that man.

With a momentary fear, she murmured, "No... stop..." but her voice was weak and far from convincing. Her body was saying the exact opposite. Her hips were lifting toward those relentless fingers, seeking more contact.

The man continued to kiss her with a sly smile on his face. His thumb pressed harder on that small, swollen point. His other fingers slid down, entering inside her. Preparing her for his hard manhood, feeling her moist warmth. Eva took a deep breath. Inside her groin was trembling now, wetness spreading rapidly through her body. This uncontrollable physical response filled her with a mixture of shame and intense pleasure.

"There it is, you're soaking wet. You're getting ready for me," the man murmured, his voice full of satisfaction. "This is how you show me you belong to me, daughter of Rose..."

The man stroked his hard manhood and entered her tight, wet vagina with a merciless movement. Eva's mouth opened for a scream, but her voice caught in her throat. Inside was burning, stretching, and his hardened manhood was incredibly filling her vagina with its maddening pressure. Eva had surrendered now, moaning with pleasure as she raked her nails down the man's muscular back, filled with this ecstasy.

As the man's hard rhythm accelerated, Eva's body kept pace with him. Her hips hit the bed, her entire body becoming covered in sweat. The pressure building inside her became unbearable.

"Please..." she moaned, no longer sure what she was begging for. For him to stop or to continue?

But the man's answer was to thrust deeper, faster. His thumb pressed again, continuously on that sensitive spot. His hard manhood was increasing its rhythm. And then... the explosion came.

The contractions hit suddenly, violently. It was as if her entire body was trembling all at once. The orgasm in her groin was pulsing like a vein. The sound that tore from her throat as she climaxed was a hoarse, raw, animal scream.

The man, releasing deep inside her with intensity, shamelessly caressed Eva's womanhood with his fingers, feeling every spasm, every tremor. Recording every expression on Eva's face with his burning roguish gaze.

Eva had stiffened with the violence of the orgasm, left breathless. She felt the wetness flowing from her groin down her legs.

The man suddenly withdrew his manhood from inside her, and Eva felt the warm, trembling, large emptiness inside. The sheets were soaking wet.

The man leaned down, his lips touching Eva's sweat-dampened ear.

"This was only the beginning," he whispered. "The seal is awakening and I'm coming to take you..."

As the voice echoed in her ears, the image before her eyes suddenly scattered. Eva opened her eyes with the trembling in her groin. She was alone in the bed. Her breath was taken away, her heart pounding in her chest.

Her pajamas and sheets were stuck to her skin with a real and cold wetness. Between her legs was still throbbing, inside trembling. The touch of his fingers and the violence of that burning climax were still vibrating in her muscles.

Her face was flushed red. She brought her trembling hands to her groin. The wetness was physical proof that the dream wasn't only in her mind.

None of her previous dreams had ended like this. It felt real.

"God," she sobbed, her voice hoarse with fear and shock. "How can it be this realistic?"

The image of those amber eyes, that flirtatious gaze, was still clear in her mind. The patterns of the tattoos, the pressure of his body's weight, the burning fullness inside her... It was all so real.

She took a deep breath, brought her hands to her face. "This is madness," she murmured to herself. "This is just a dream. From stress. From loneliness."

But her body wasn't lying. It was wet, had experienced great pleasure, and was completely satisfied.

Shaking her head, she tried to pull herself together. She noticed the room was ice cold. The fireplace had long since gone out and the last traces of warmth in the room had completely disappeared. This physical cold created a terrible contrast with the burning heat of the dream.

She got out of bed, stood up on trembling legs. The cold carpet made her feet shiver even more. As she walked toward the fireplace, her steps were still unsteady. The physical echoes of the dream were still vibrating in her muscles. If even a dream exhausted her this much, she thought, if I actually made love with such a man, I would die.

The cold hitting her skin brought her to herself for a moment.

"Ugh... Is this cursed mountaintop always going to be this cold?" Eva murmured.

One of the most comfortable aspects of city living was definitely the heating systems. In these mountain conditions, however, she had to quickly light the fireplace to keep from freezing. She immediately got up from the armchair to fetch more wood from the shed. Her bare feet pressed against the carpet. The sensation of cold rose from her heels all the way to her head. She headed toward the door, pulled on her boots, and opened it.

The moment she opened the door, a rustling sound from where she stepped made her look down. What she saw left her frozen in astonishment.

On the porch, left right there, was an enormous bouquet of flowers.

She bent down and picked up the flowers, looking around. But there was no one. Snow drifts, trees, and silence... Nothing else.

"You've got to be kidding me..." she muttered. "We're on a mountaintop. Who could have put this here?"

Honestly, she didn't give it much thought. She had always been a results-oriented woman, and right now her priority was not freezing to death. She left the flowers on the table inside and headed straight for the woodshed. She loaded her arms with wood and returned to the house. She quickly went to the fireplace and lit the fire.

When the flames crackled to life, Eva breathed a sigh of relief. Warmth began to slowly spread through the room. She crouched in front of the fireplace, extending her hands toward the fire. "Oh God, there's nothing more soothing than fire. I guess I really am a cursed witch," she muttered with a laugh.

A few minutes later, her eyes drifted to the bouquet on the table. Curious, she went over and began examining the flowers.

There was no note, it didn't look like a random bouquet either. But she had to admit, these small-leafed, colorful flowers really did look lovely.

Eva brought the flowers to her nose and took a deep breath. The refreshing scent that filled her nostrils made her feel happy. Strangely, a warmth spread through her.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

Who was at the door? Could it be the owner of the flowers?