Helena tossed in her sleep. Her silk sheets tangled between her legs, damp from sweat, her breath short, her chest rising and falling like waves crashing against her ribs.
The dream was vivid. Too vivid.
Helena found herself on an unfamiliar bed with a masculine, foreign decor surrounding her. Above her loomed a half-dragon figure—not terrifying, but devastatingly handsome in Helena's eyes. His rough hand cupped her breast, fingers kneading the softness there while his other hand circled her sensitive clit with deliberate, taunting strokes.
"You're already this wet? Been too long without a man's touch, haven't you?" he drawled, his voice rich with dark amusement.
Instead of fear, Helena's fingertips traced over his broad chest and down the ridges of his abs, marveling at his strength and beauty. Her hand paused at his nipple, as though reliving a memory she thought would never happen again.
