Chapter 111\u00a0<\/p>\n
Violet\u00a0<\/p>\n
I had a dream. But this time, it wasn\u2019t about my family. It wasn\u2019t one of those harmless, sentimental dreams that left me waking up teary or nostalgic. No, this one was shamefully different.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Because this time, my body was trembling, the sheets clinging to my skin. My pulse was racing like I\u2019d just run miles, and heat was pooling low in my stomach. It took me a moment to realize what had happened.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A wet dream.\u00a0<\/p>\n
What twenty-four-year-old woman has a wet dream? you might ask. I had no answer. And this wasn\u2019t even the first time.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I wasn\u2019t some hormonal teenager, discovering her body for the first time. I\u2019d always thought sex was fleeting, a passing, physical craving. It feels good for a moment, and then it\u2019s gone, leaving you as you were. I never understood how anyone could become obsessed with it, how it could consume someone entirely.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I wasn\u2019t the sex-crazed type. I could go months, hell, years, without even thinking about it. I used to think desire was overrated, that it was just one of those human weaknesses I didn\u2019t need to indulge.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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That\u2019s how I used to see it, until Hades Sinclair, my boyfriend\u2019s adoptive father, walked into my life and ruthlessly rewired everything I thought I knew about desire.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He made me realize sex wasn\u2019t fleeting. It wasn\u2019t something you forgot once it was over. It stayed with you, lingering beneath your skin. The moment he touched me, everything changed. My body changed. It was as if something deep within me had been awakened, something I hadn\u2019t even known existed. The way he looked at me, the way his hands found every sensitive place, the way he thrust into me, every nerve he\u2019d stirred refused to fall silent again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And now, even in sleep, I couldn\u2019t escape him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
In my dream, I could feel him again, the weight of his body pressing me into the sheets, the slow drag of him sinking deep inside me, the heat of his breath ghosting over my neck. And then came the sound that unraveled me completely, his rough voice, whispering my name.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cViolet\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I woke with a gasp, my heart hammering against my ribs, breath coming in quick, shallow bursts.\u00a0<\/p>\n
What was happening to me?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Since when did I become the kind of woman who dreamed about a man like Hades Sinclair, again?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Hades Sinclair had done something to me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And I didn\u2019t know how to undo it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The morning sun crept across my face, I groaned quietly, lifting a hand to shield my eyes. I was about to roll over when a firm hand slid around my waist, pulling me back against a solid chest.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I froze.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The arm tightened around me, possessive, the heat of his body pressing along my spine. A small gasp slipped past my lips before I even realized it. I didn\u2019t need to turn, there was only one person who could hold me like this, only one whose touch I could recognize even in the dark. And when his familiar scent wrapped around me, my suspicion was confirmed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Hades leaned in, his breath brushing over my skin just before his teeth grazed my neck. A helpless moan escaped me as I felt something deep inside me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Oh my God! What was that?\u00a0<\/p>\n
My whole body went rigid, eyes flying open.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHades,\u201d I breathed, my voice barely there.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He chuckled, low and sinful, his lips ghosting over my ear. \u201cEasy, princess. You can\u2019t keep moving like that when my cock\u2019s still buried inside you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I blinked, stunned. \u201cW-what?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He only hummed in response, the vibration rumbling against my back. And that\u2019s when I realized the steady pulse deep inside me, leaving me aching.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It wasn\u2019t a dream.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His cock was still inside me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
All night!\u00a0<\/p>\n
My first instinct was to pull away, but the second I even tried to move, a sharp ache bloomed low in my stomach, melting into a wave of pleasure that made my body tighten. \u201cMmm\u2026ah-\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Hades\u2019 curse came out rough against my ear. \u201cShit, Violet\u2026 don\u2019t move. You\u2019ll make me lose it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I bit down on my lower lip, trying to breathe, but my body wasn\u2019t listening. Every small movement sent sparks shooting through me, lighting up nerves that were already too sensitive. I was trembling under the blanket, drenched and overstimulated, my clit throbbing with every slow pulse of him still inside me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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I had no idea why he hadn\u2019t pulled out last night. I\u2019d been so tired, and dazed to even think straight, and I\u2019d just assumed he would. But apparently not.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And now, I couldn\u2019t even process the fact that I\u2019d actually slept like this, comfortably wrapped around him all night.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He was still buried so deep I could feel him pressing against the base of my stomach. The sensation made my breath catch, my fingers curling against the sheets as another shiver ran through me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHades\u2026 please, pull out,\u201d I murmured, struggling to keep control. It was early, and my body still ached from last night.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I could feel his smirk without even seeing it. A second later, his teeth grazed the shell of my ear, and a sharp gasp tore from me as I clutched the sheets tighter\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cPull out?\u201d He purred, his tone rough enough to send a shiver straight down my spine. \u201cAfter I\u2019ve been buried inside you all night, you really think I\u2019d just pull out? Don\u2019t you owe me an apology?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
My brows knit in confusion, my mind still foggy from sleep and the intoxicating warmth of him inside me. \u201cW-what\u2026 apology?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He chuckled, before his tongue flicked over the edge of my ear. \u201cFor your dream,\u201d he whispered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I went still and the shock made my body tighten involuntarily around him. The reaction was instant. My moan tangled with\u00a0<\/p>\n
groan, the air between us hot.\u00a0<\/p>\n
his\u00a0<\/p>\n
His hand gripped my waist tighter, holding me there as he laughed quietly against my neck. \u201cFuck, Violet,\u201d he breathed, amusement curling through the growl in his voice. \u201cAt this point, I can\u2019t tell if you\u2019re doing this to torture me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not,\u201d I whispered, shaking my head. \u201cI\u2019m not trying to torture you\u2026.I just\u2026 can\u2019t help it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He hummed, his voice dark with satisfaction. \u201cCan\u2019t help it, huh?\u201d His hand slid up my body, rough palm finding my breast.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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He cupped it, fingers spreading possessively before he caught the hardened peak between them. I gasped as he pinched lightly, then rolled it between his fingers, teasing until I could barely breathe.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t act so innocent, princess,\u201d he grunted, his mouth brushing my jaw. \u201cNot when your dreams are anything but.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
My lips parted, a small whimper escaping as he leaned in closer.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me, what were you dreaming about that made you so wet, squeezing around me like that all night? Or were you testing me, hm? Because I\u2019ve been good, staying still, waiting for you to wake up so I could ask before I start thrusting into your tight little pussy.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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