Compilation Of Short Stories
“The lonely nights in this temple of words. The fantasies that keep you warm. You dream of hands that are not timid. Of a mouth that does not ask, but takes. You dream of being utterly, completely possessed.”
Cora’s breath hitched. He was voicing every secret yearning she had ever buried. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. She could only watch, transfixed, as he raised a hand and gestured around them. The library melted away, the shelves of books dissolving into the stone walls of a lavish chamber. A large, canopied bed dominated the space, piled with silks and furs, and the air was warm and scented with exotic oils. It was a scene straight from the most vivid of her fantasies.