Chapter 8

“Oh! Don’t stop,” she wriggled in her bed, bunching off the bed covers in her arms. She bit on her lips, biting down on her urge to scream.

He looked up at her and smiled. She smiled back, but the face she saw was hazy. She snorted. Who cared about that? He made her feel good, and that was what mattered to her at that moment. She wanted him to continue with what he was doing, whoever he was. It felt like her brain was trying to tell her something, but she was too lost in the moment to care.

It felt too real, but she knew it wasn’t real. The last time she had been with a man was the one-night stand she had during the holiday, and she knew she knew she wouldn’t have jumped so soon into bed with a man while her father was trying so hard to marry her off to one.

She counted it as a dream. A very nice one. His chuckles ran through her, sending tremors of pleasure down her belly. “Do you want me to stop?”

She shook her head. Violently. Growling at him. “Don’t.”