Chapter 37

Savannah

Six months later…

Wet.

Slobbery.

Slushy.

My eyes crack open as the feeling of arousal bathes me. It seems to be focused on one point and one point alone, which is between my legs.

I try to move to shake it off. I was really enjoying the sleep, and probably when I wake up fully, I would look for Victors. We would live out some of my best sexual fantasies.

Alas, though, as I try to move, strong forces hold me firm. What is going on—sleep paralysis and pleasure at the same time?

That’s new. I try my hardest again to move, and when it becomes too frustrating to bear, I open my eyes and try to sit up, only to find Victors’ face nestled between my legs, with his mouth lapping my sensitive flesh hungrily.

It doesn’t even make me mad that I don’t get to enjoy the sleep anymore because the realization and thoughts that I have been sucked on since I was asleep send a different kind of high into my brain that makes me fall b