Page 18 of His Dark Desires

His hand cups my breast, thumb brushing my nipple. My breath quickens. I want to tell him to stop, but the words die in my throat. His other hand slides down my body, tracing a path along my hip and thigh. My entire body buzzes with anticipation. As if reading my mind, his hand slips between my legs, pressing against my most intimate place through the fabric of my leggings. I can't help but buck my hips, needing more.

"You want this, don't you?" he whispers, his mouth curling into a satisfied smile.

I'm mute, my body paralyzed by his touch and my own conflicting desires. I can't move, but I don't want to. I want him to keep taking control, to push me past my boundaries.

He starts to move his fingers in slow circles, applying just the right pressure. My breath comes in sharp gasps, my heart pounding in my chest. My body arches toward him, craving more.

"That's it," he encourages, his voice low and commanding. "Let go, Sophia. Feel the power of submitting."

His fingers expertly bring me closer to the edge, hovering there, on the cusp of something extraordinary. I'm entirely in his control, a realization that both excites and frightens me. My hips rock back and forth, seeking more of him, and he chuckles.

"My, my," he murmurs, his tongue finding my neck. Adrian's touch grows more insistent, massaging my clit harder. "Seems like you want to feel my touch more… directly." His tongue laps at me, tasting me.

I suck in a sharp breath as I imagine him tasting me there, where he's touching right now. I'm getting closer, closer to releasing it all. Then, just before he can push me over the precipice, I feel myself falling—

I wake with a gasp, heart pounding, body tingling with residual sensations from the dream. I lie in bed, panting, staring at the ceiling, struggling to separate dream from reality.

What the hell was that?

My body, this thing that betrays me time and again, calls to me. A thrum of longing resonates from deep within my core.

Adrian almost made me come in my dream—me, who hasn't felt this desire in so long. That dream was so vivid, so real—the feel of his hands on my body, his breath in my ear. The way he made me want to give up control.

Just for a moment, I want to finish what we started in that dream.

I reach blindly into my nightstand, my fingers wrapping around the velvety toy I keep hidden there. My cheeks flame with embarrassment at the mere thought of someone discovering this secret. But right now, I don't care. I need this.

It takes only a few seconds, and then it's there, pressed against my clit. A shockwave of pleasure hits me, and my eyes roll back in my head as I take in a sharp breath. I'm already wet—so wet—from Adrian's dream visit.

"Adrian." His name escapes my lips like a prayer.

I whisper it again, tasting it, savoring the thought of him. My hand moves faster, my pussy needing more. My imagination takes over, feeding me images of Adrian dominating me, taking what he wants.

Adrian invades my thoughts. I crave his touch, need to feel his mouth on my skin, his hands guiding mine.

The tension builds, coiling tighter and tighter inside me, until I'm on the brink, teetering on the edge. My breath hitches as my body breaks apart, tremors shaking me as wave after wave crashes over me. In that moment, it's just me and this wonderful sensation.

Then, slowly, I return to reality. My hand falls away, and I curl up in bed, boneless and satisfied. My dreams and reality have collided, leaving me questioning what's real and what's fantasy.

I'll figure it out tomorrow.

Chapter 5

Sophia

I wander through the aisles of Art Haven, running my fingers along shelves stocked with pristine supplies. The store stretches endlessly before me, a warehouse-sized temple to creativity with exposed industrial ceilings and polished concrete floors.

My cart's wheels squeak as I add another set of professional-grade acrylics. The price tag makes me wince. These colors cost more than my weekly grocery budget. But Adrian's commission demands quality, and I can't risk using inferior materials.

"Need any help finding something?" A clerk in an apron approaches.

"No, thanks." I turn away quickly, not wanting anyone to see me calculating prices in my head.

The massive canvas section looms ahead. Row after row of blank potential, from intimate sizes to wall-spanning monsters. I need several large ones for this project. My hands shake slightly as I check the prices, but I force myself to grab what I need.

A display of experimental mixed media supplies catches my eye, perfect for the technology elements Adrian wants. The metallic powders and synthetic resins would create amazing effects. I add them to my growing pile.

My mind drifts to last night's dream, and I knock over a jar of brushes. The clatter echoes through the cavernous space as I scramble to pick them up. Heat rises to my cheeks, both from embarrassment and from the memory of Adrian's hand around my throat. I shake my head, trying to focus on the supply list in my hand instead of how real his touch felt.

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