He twitched again, mumbling something under his breath, and letting out the cutest little whimper. Did he dream of her too? She hoped so…just like she’d started to dream about him while she was away from him in Romania. From the sounds he was making he must be thinking of her doing something rather painful to him.
At some point in the night Charles had turned over, and Alina was now cuddled up, spoon-fashion against his back. Her lips traced the muscles he’d now developed on his shoulders, and for a moment she imagined herself pinned down by his strong arms as he drove his c**k hard into her p***y.
Had he been as charming as this with his first wife before she’d cheated on him with another woman? Alina didn’t think so – he’d probably retracted deep into his shell by then. There was clear
