Wild Dreams [Story Collection]
It caressed my skin like invisible hands — sliding over my breasts, down my stomach, teasing between my thighs without ever quite touching.
My breath hitched. A soft, masculine chuckle seemed to echo in my mind, low and ancient and pleased.
I should have closed the book.
Instead, I sank into my chair, legs parting slightly of their own accord, and began to read.
The god’s name pulsed on the page like a heartbeat.
Tah.
And somewhere in the shadows of my quiet apartment, something very old… stirred.