Kapitel 611: Who Are You

Islinda had the craziest dream. 

An erotic one again. 

Except this time, it was so vivid that it almost felt real. But of course, it was ridiculous considering she would never be the one to seek and seduce Aldric. No wonder, it was a dream — everything was possible in it. So she slept blissfully, strangely satiated. 

It must have been hours when Islinda awoke with a moan on her lips, her eyes still shut close. She felt a hot mouth on her breast and she arched upwards towards the source. She moaned as the phantom figure in her assumed dream sucked harder on her nipple, his hand showing attention to her other breast by kneading it, then rolling the nipples between his fingers till they had pebbled to a point.

He continued sucking lasciviously, the pleasure coming in torrents as he swiftly changed patterns whenever she got too used to it. Islinda moaned, heat flaring in her core, and she ached around nothing. By the gods, she needed him.