Axel's eyes snapped open, his breath coming in heavy, ragged gasps as he stared at the dark, vaulted ceiling above him. His entire body was thrumming, every nerve lit up like a wildfire, and he could still feel the ghostly imprint of Anya’s touch against his skin. For a moment, he lay there, frozen, his mind struggling to separate the vivid dream from reality.
The sheets around him were twisted, damp with sweat, and he could still hear the echoes of her screams, a blend of ecstasy and desperation, as if she were right there, beneath him, clawing at his back. “Anya…” he whispered, his voice barely a husky murmur in the stillness of his room.
He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to dispel the lingering images of her soft curves, her flushed cheeks, the way her body had responded to him with w
