I closed my eye as Adrien pushed me back into the chair and the candles hummed as the scent of mugwort and damiana wrapped around my skin and bled into my bloodstream like a slow drug.
I felt him before he spoke and even before he breathed. He never touched me but my body forgot that as my thighs pulled together and I pulsed between them. He was made of shadow and heat and I couldn’t see his face but I knew what he wanted.
“He always says my name,” I said.
“Concentrate on how good they make you feel. The pleasure, the surrender,” Adrien whispered.
I let his whispers slip into my mind and I fell in deeper into my dream state.
I sat up fast with a gasp and Adrien was nowhere to be found. Not even the candles too. I was in the library alone and the cold air brushed against my skin. It wa
