Tristan's eyes flickered open, the room around him shimmering into focus, the echo of passion from Evelyn's subconscious still ringing in his ears.
His gaze was instantly drawn to the woman lying beside him, her body still throbbing in the aftermath of their shared indulgence. A thin sheen of sweat coated her delicate skin, her chest heaving with ragged breaths. The wet patch on her panties was more pronounced now, a testament to the intense erotic encounter they'd just experienced.
Evelyn was fast asleep, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Her face was flushed, lips parted slightly, small whimpers of satisfaction occasionally slipping past. She seemed at peace, her defenses laid bare in the world of subconscious desire they had just navigated.
'Soon... Very soon and I'll make it a reality.' he thought as he reached out for her gently. She rolled over onto her side with a sleepy murmur and nestled into a fetus position with a contented sigh.
