And why had it felt so achingly, disturbingly real?
The question echoed endlessly in my mind as I sat frozen on the edge of my bed, sheets still twisted around my legs like restraints from some invisible force. My pulse thrummed unevenly beneath my skin, a frantic rhythm that refused to settle no matter how many slow breaths I attempted.
The sensations lingered, phantom hands sliding over heated skin, the press of strong bodies surrounding me, the overwhelming fullness and friction that had dragged moan after moan from my throat. The voices, low and rough with desire, whispering my name like a sacred invocation. The intensity of it all… it pulsed through my veins like a forbidden elixir, warm and treacherous, making my core clench with residual heat even now.
