Was it all a dream?! Was it?! When William touched me and brought me something called pleasure and release… how I whimpered beneath him as he went on another go, my moans, our harsh breaths, his hunger-induced crystal green orbs, his warm breath washing against my features, the movement of his fingers within me… the tension constantly building within my legs as he penetrates me with his fingers... Was it all a dream?!
I darted my eyes to the godly man seated on his kingy chair as he went through scrolls and books entirely focused on them, his hand moving in fiction with the quill he held.
I did not sit beside him but rather at the other end as I helped myself to a book. It has been two days… Two days since that day I thought I mostly dreamt about it, because how can I measure it real? When William acted like nothing happened...
