บท 187: The Intimate Dreams

"Miss me?" asked the man right in Suri's ear.

"I don't know you well enough to make me miss you."

The red haired man tilted his head. A kiss as soft as silk descended upon Suri's neck, making her tighten her grip on his hand. The sensation was both foreign and intoxicatingly marvelous.

"You want me right?"

No answer was heard. Suri kept her luscious lips tightly shut, her eyes averting to the side as embarrassment washed over her. The man hit the nail on the head. This was just a dream, right? But why did the desire coursing through her body feel so real?

"I want you. Every day, it's getting harder for me to hold it in."

"I-I don't understand what you mean…"