All Chapters of WET DREAMS:A STEAMY COMPILATION: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Marie’s POVMy husband finally left for one of his “business trips.” I knew what that meant. He wasn’t in some hotel room buried under paperwork—he was probably buried inside another woman. In the past, that would have gutted me. I would have sat in bed alone, staring at the ceiling, asking myself what I’d done wrong, what made me not enough. But now? Now I felt nothing. Or maybe it wasn’t nothing—maybe it was freedom.After dinner, I padded into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I undressed slowly, almost carefully, folding my clothes on the little stool by the wall. The mirror was foggy from the heat of the water I’d already turned on, and I caught my reflection before I stepped into the shower. My hair hung loose, my skin pale under the bathroom light. I didn’t look like a wife waiting for her husband. I looked like a woman with secrets.The shower welcomed me with warmth. I closed my eyes and let the water hit my shoulders, sliding down my body in heavy streams. I tilted m

Marie’s POVThat sound made my insides clench with heat. My own body was trembling, my thighs pressed together because the need between them was unbearable. I could feel my wetness gushing down my legs, and I wanted him inside me so badly, but I still didn’t stop. I sucked harder, letting him hit the back of my throat, tears pricking the corners of my eyes from the stretch, but the look on his face kept me there.His head tipped back against the shower wall, his blue eyes squeezing shut as water dripped down his sharp jaw and neck. His chest rose and fell too quickly, his abs tightening with every thrust. His breathing turned harsh, uneven, and I knew he was close.He twitched in my mouth, his whole body stiffening as a raw groan tore from his lips. The sound was so deep, so desperate, that it made me moan around him. Then it happened—he exploded in my mouth, hot and thick, spilling onto my tongue in strong pulses. The force of it surprised me, but I swallowed fast, gulping him down a

As I walked deeper into the woods, my basket hung loosely in the crook of my arm, already filled with bundles of herbs. The night air was crisp and cool, brushing over my skin in soft waves that made me shiver a little, though not from the cold. There was something about being out here at night that always felt different—like the forest was alive in a way it wasn’t during the day. Every tree seemed taller, every shadow stretched longer, and every sound felt sharper in my ears.The moon was full tonight, its pale glow spilling down like silver milk, coating the leaves and grass in a faint shimmer. I stopped for a moment, just to admire it. The way the light danced on the stream nearby, the way it painted the bark of the trees, even the way it seemed to make my own skin glow faintly—it all looked unreal, like I had stepped into a dream.I bent down to pick a clump of feverfew, my fingers brushing across the tiny white petals before tugging them free. The familiar scent filled my nose, e

My breath hitched so violently I had to clamp a hand over my mouth. My whole body froze, but my eyes—my eyes refused to close.He stroked himself slowly, his grip firm, his hand moving in long, steady pulls. The sight made my insides twist, my skin burning with heat that spread from my chest all the way down. I knew I shouldn’t be watching this. I knew it was wrong. But gods help me—I couldn’t look away.His wet hair clung to his face and neck, strands sticking to his skin, and when he tilted his head back slightly, I could see the sharp line of his throat catch the light. His lips parted, soft and full, and I thought I saw them move—just a small sound escaping, like a gasp or a moan.My heart pounded harder, and something strange and frightening happened to me. Heat filled me, thick and heavy, curling low in my stomach before sinking even lower. My thighs pressed together on their own, desperate to ease the ache building between them, but it only made the feeling sharper, hotter, nee

The next night, I found myself slipping out of the house again, even though my aunt’s warnings rang in my head. I couldn’t stop myself. It was like something inside me was pulling me back to the woods, to that stream where I had seen him.The air was cooler than the night before, the grass wet under my slippers as I walked carefully, holding up my skirts so they wouldn’t catch on the bushes. My heart raced the whole way, both from fear and from hope. What if he was there again? What if I saw him bathe in the stream, his white hair dripping, his golden eyes glowing like fire? Just the thought made heat stir in my belly.I reached the same spot and crouched low in the bush, pushing the leaves just enough to peek out at the stream. The moon was high, silver light covering the water in a soft glow. It was so quiet I could hear the crickets singing and the faint trickle of the stream.I waited.At first, every little sound made me think it was him. A branch snapping in the distance. The fl