Sarah A cold hand slid under the waistband of her pajama pants, the touch both shocking and instantly familiar. Sarah moaned, shifting her hips and trying to turn her body toward the intrusion rather than away from it. “God, you’re so wet for me,” Marcus’s voice rasped against her ear. “Touch me,” she pleaded, her voice sounding desperate even to her own ears. She rocked her hips, seeking the heat of his fingers against the throb between her thighs, but he taunted her, his fingertips just barely skimming the sensitive flesh without giving her what she needed. “You’ll have to beg for it,” he whispered, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot right behind her ear, sending a fresh wave of shivers down her body. “Marcus,” she moaned, her core clenching in frustration. “Marcus, please.” Suddenly, a rush of cold air hit her entire body, and Sarah's eyes snapped open. She gasped, realizing with a jolt of pure horror that the person in her dream was standing right in front of her, clutching
Última actualización : 2026-04-18 Leer más