AVELA’S POV
“Please… don’t stop,” I whispered, my voice trembling.
Lucas’s name left my lips in a broken moan as my head fell back against the pillows. The sheets twisted in my fists, my body arching, heat rushing through every inch of me. His mouth was everywhere—warm, demanding, teasing me until I thought I’d lose my mind.
“Lucas…” I gasped again, legs tightening around him, heart racing faster and faster.
And then—
My eyes flew open.
I was in my hotel room. Alone.
The only sound was my own breathing—fast, uneven, wild. My chest rose and fell like I’d just run miles. My legs were still clenched tight under the covers, my body humming from a dream that had felt too real.
“Oh my God,” I muttered, covering my face with both hands. “What the hell was that?”
The room was dim, the fai
