I woke up cold, my panties drenched with warmth. My limbs spasmed uncontrollably and for a moment there, I thought I was dying.
But I'd peered down in abject horror and discovered my fingers between my legs. And my scream could have brought down the stone walls of the castle.
The guards had rushed to my door, looking for the unknown enemy that must have broken into my room and tried to kill me. But I couldn't tell them. Not as my cheeks burned a bright red with the knowledge that I orgasmed in my sleep.
It was fucking nightmare.
Now, I peer out the window, watching the sun rays fall on the training yard outside. The movement of the wind on those silver tresses as he cleaves the wind in half with a sword as tall as I am.
The trail of sweat that runs down his bare torso painted in line after line of tattoo. I wonder what they mean. I wonder who she was.
Ilya.
