Elena's Point Of View

It all started with a dream, I was moaning in my sleep.

My breath hitched. My hips rolled against the sheets. The sound of my name whispered in that low, devilish drawl wrapped around my ears like silk.

"You like being eaten, Bambina?"

God. His voice.

It was back again… haunting, taunting, deliciously filthy, and I whimpered as I squirmed, lost in the dark heat of the memory. My body pulsed, alive, every nerve awake and tingling with raw, unfiltered desire. I ...