"...Your husband!" he chuckled and kissed her neck making her skin crawl. "I am proving to you that I am a man... your hands... can you feel it? YOU made that happen. Not her! You... only you..."
His voice got hoarse. With a hiccup, he rested his forehead on her collarbone.
What kind of dream is this?
Jerlina, who had a deep sleep after a long time, couldn't figure out what was happening as she was still half-asleep. She tried to move her limbs, but her hands and legs were pinned making her trapped.
It took her some seconds to gather her bearings.
Her lips were slightly wet and in her hand, covered by his hand, she could feel the warm and thick thing that was slightly sticky. Her dress was pulled up and the man above her was burning like a furnace and stank of alcohol.
She was not born yesterday... She knew what is happening here.
