All Chapters of WET DREAMS:A STEAMY COMPILATION: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

It was quick, soft, almost like testing the waters. I tried to step back immediately, embarrassed at my own boldness, my hands fumbling at my sides.But he didn’t let me.His hands slid to my waist, strong and warm, and in one smooth movement he pulled me against him so tightly I gasped. My lips parted, and in that moment he kissed me back, deep and full of heat, his mouth claiming mine like he had been waiting for it all along.The kiss grew harder, more desperate. His lips pressed again and again against mine, and I could taste him, feel him, smell him. Everything about him filled my senses. I couldn’t even think anymore. My arms went around his neck on their own, holding him, clinging to him like I couldn’t bear the thought of letting go.And then he lifted me.I let out a small, surprised sound, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, my body pressing even closer to his. His strength amazed me—he carried me like I weighed nothing, as if I was light as air in his arms. My

I woke up slowly, the heaviness of sleep still clinging to me, but the first thing I noticed wasn’t the morning light—it was warmth. A deep, steady warmth that wrapped around me and made me feel safe in a way I hadn’t felt in so long. My cheek was pressed against something firm but soft at the same time, and it only took a moment for me to realize I was lying on Luca’s chest.For a second, I just stayed still, not moving, almost afraid that if I shifted too much this moment would vanish like a dream. His chest rose and fell in a calm rhythm, his breathing steady, and I could hear the quiet thump of his heartbeat under my ear. It was strong, constant, almost soothing, like a reminder that he was alive and here with me.I slowly lifted my eyes, blinking at the soft light that filtered into the room, and there he was—Luca. Still asleep. His face was so different when he wasn’t awake and in control. There was no sternness, no sharp gaze that made everyone around him obey. He looked peacef

I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face as the warm spray of the shower rained down on me. My whole body felt alive, buzzing with nervous excitement, like I had butterflies fluttering in my stomach that refused to settle. Tonight wasn’t just any night—it was the night. Tonight I was going to give Cole something he had only ever dared to whisper in a drunken haze. Tonight, his secret fantasy would finally come true.I remembered that night so clearly. He had been leaning against me, his head heavy on my shoulder, his words clumsy and shy from too much alcohol. He hadn’t even wanted to say it at first, but it had spilled out of him anyway, as though it had been trapped inside for too long. He told me that he wanted to be dominated, to give himself over to me completely, and then he had gone silent like he’d just said something unforgivable. His eyes had darted away from mine, as if he was bracing himself for my judgment.But instead of judging him, I had smiled softly and kissed his forehe

The movements were slow and deliberate, his muscles shifting under his shirt with each move. His shoulders rolled with strength, but the power was caged now, surrendered to me. His lips were parted, his breathing uneven, his face flushed with desire. Every inch he moved closer to me made my pulse throb harder.I could hear the soft scrape of his knees against the floor, the faint creak of the wood under his weight. The sounds felt intimate, echoing in the quiet room, each one a reminder of his obedience.Watching him crawl toward me was almost too much. I had imagined this so many times, but reality was so much stronger, so much heavier. My chest rose and fell quickly, my hands twitching at my sides as I tried to contain the wild pleasure coursing through me.By the time he had closed half the distance between us, I felt like I was going to explode. The power, the control, the way his eyes burned with devotion and lust—it all came together in a wave of satisfaction that nearly made me

"Mmm, very much so, pet," I purred, stroking his damp hair. "You've earned yourself a reward later. For now, clean up your mess like a good boy."Cole eagerly obeyed, licking his lips and savoring my taste. He traced my slit with his tongue, lapping up every drop of my release before finally pulling away. Kneeling before me, he gazed up at me with adoring, worshipful eyes."Thank you for allowing me to serve you, Mistress," he murmured. "I am yours."I smiled down at him fondly, cupping his cheek in my palm. Such a good, obedient pet I had. And soon, I would reward him thoroughly for his devotion.I stood up from the bed, my naked skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. The room was filled with the heady scent of sex and arousal, the air thick with the sounds of our ragged breathing. Cole lay beneath me, his chest heaving, his eyes dark with lust. I could see the desire etched into every line of his body, the need to be dominated, to be owned completely."Up," I commanded, my voi