Sound Asleep Dream Series Air Mattress นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Martinez’s POV The room was warm, lit only by the golden glow of the bedside lamps. Rodah was asleep. She was curled on her side in the middle of the massive mattress, her black silk robe twisted around her small frame. Her breathing was steady, her face calm in the soft light. The heavy SIG Sauer lay on the nightstand right beside her hand.

Some cruel little fantasy the Moon Goddess liked to toss into my sleep. Then the mattress under me shifted when I breathed. A real mattress. Thick. Supportive. Not a sack of tired straw. I lay still, letting the details soak in. Light filtered through a narrow window to my right, wavery but clear—glass, not warped wood. The pale slice of sky beyond was edged in the faint blue of morning. The air held a faint chill, kept at bay by the small fire crackling in a hearth across the room. I shifted my hand.

"You're doing that thing where you stare dramatically into the distance. That's brooding." "That's thinking." "Same thing." I climbed into the bed before they could continue the argument, and the mattress was exactly as soft as it looked. The kind of expensive that made you wonder how you'd ever slept on anything else. The sheets were cool against my skin, smooth like silk but heavier. Egyptian cotton maybe. Or whatever rich people slept on. Noir slid in on my right, and the mattress dipped under his considerable weight. Heat radiated from his body immediately, reaching me even though several inches of space separated us.

Because for both Jason and Renee, both of them can't be satisfied just once playing love. The scent that comes out of the pouring sweat becomes a silent witness of the body upheaval that continues to intertwine endlessly. Time just kept passing by. I don't know if it's been the umpteenth time they have spent just holding and complaining together. And in the end, after being tired enough to spend time in the love game, the two immediately fell asleep while still holding each other. *** In the morning. Loud sounds began to be heard from the alarm installed on Renee's cell phone. Very reluctantly and without opening her eyes, Renee began to try to find the whereabouts of her cell phone which wa

In a black and white room, with a minimalist style. Several beautifully affixed photo frames adorn the walls. A handsome person with curly eyelashes, was sleeping on a soft mattress wrapped in a thick blanket. The burly man looks like he is squirming uncomfortably, the sweat on his forehead is also flowing like tears. The sound of irregular breathing seemed to indicate something had happened to his subconscious. "Aaarghh.."

"Yes, it's being sold. The girls are starting their own business. Specialty furniture similar to that piece. It sold for quite a bundle. The mate to it sold for $5500. We won't get the same amount for the used one, but it should do fine. We're getting a new, larger mattress for the bedroom so we're working on a bed frame for it." "How big?" Dad asked. "An Alaskan King; nine by nine. Lots of room for the three of us, even when Julia's ready to pop," I said. "I didn't know they made them that big," Reggie said. "Sounds like it could be a lot of fun." Since he and Marge regularly engaged in orgies, I wasn't surprised. I decided I should address the elephant in the room and get it over with, kin

But he'd pushed her over the cliff, so he'd have to take that plunge himself to bring her back. "Well, don't worry, dude, leave it to me," Matthew smiled. "You and Eden will be talking in no time." Liam grunted inaudibly under his breath, his attention on the crib once again as he absently picked up his tools. Like he was afraid they would, his cousins insisted on helping him. Ten beer cans later, when they finally left him alone, the crib was fully assembled, and all it needed now was the hypoallergenic foam mattress Liam had ordered online a couple of days ago. The store had promised it would be delivered in a day or two. He was still waiting.

“Super cozy. Memory foam, I think.” “How dare you,” he murmurs, his eyes closing and his head dropping back as he allows himself to slowly wake up. “I work out way too hard for you to call my stomach and chest memory foam. My body is a very firm mattress – borderline inhospitable, like making your guest sleep on a plank of wood.”

He tiptoed to the bedroom only to find that she was already sound asleep… With her protruding stomach, Melanie had to sleep on her side. Her head was tilted, and her hair was sprawled across the bed on the other side. With her body curved, she looked adorable in this sleeping pose. After watching her for a while, Jeffrey could not resist lifting the covers and lying down next to her. He was grateful for the new mattress his assistant had bought. He was told it was the newest model specifically selected to help him get quality sleep. Even if he moved next to Melanie, she was not affected at all.

Forcing a stiff smile, I replied, "Actually, I think they're all fine. It depends on what you like." "As a designer, Ms. Walsh, could you recommend one for me?" Her gaze was scrutinous, like she was sizing up prey. I randomly pointed to the nearest mattress. The next second, the air around us froze. Marcus's pine scent turned icy, and the shop assistants' expressions grew awkward. Looking down, I saw the mattress tag. "Extra-large latex water bed – perfect for enhancing intimacy." My wolf let out an embarrassed whine in my head. Heat rose in my throat, and I instinctively clenched the hem of my clothes, my fingers turning white from the grip.