Sacred Sins; A Dark Tale
Damien's were gentler but insistent, tracing her curves and cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing her nipples until they hardened into peaks.
The dream escalated quickly, morphing into something wild and unhinged. They had her on a spreader bar, just like she'd fantasized Eli might be—her arms and legs forced apart, exposing her completely. She was naked, her skin tingling with anticipation, the air cool against her wetness. Zeke took charge, his large hands roaming her body, pinching her nipples hard enough to make her gasp. "You're ours now," he snarled, his voice echoing in her mind as he positioned himself behind her. Damien was in front, his lips on her neck, sucking and biting marks