Chapter 98

Dreams didn't get much better than this. On one level, Freya couldn't help finding it a little depressing that her best sexual encounters tended to happen during her sleep, but the pleasure spiking through her body left no room for such thoughts. If she was going to admit the truth, Freya would say that she was glad that she waited. One ounce of regret could not be found in her actions. A thick, talented finger was stroking in and out of her while sharp teeth nibbled on the back of her shoulder. The thrusts were shallow, leisurely, and teasing. She squirmed and tried impaling herself further, but the finger withdrew – a warning. She moaned her frustration. A low, wicked chuckle was her response and then two fingers plunged inside her and her next moan was of sheer bliss.