Cool hands moved over my breasts, teasing my nipples to erection. A warm mouth closed over one of the nipples. I felt sharp teeth graze the tender flesh. Warm sensations flooded my body as the cool hands moved between my legs. My nether lips were parted, and a finger plunged inside me. The finger probed my pussy as a thumb rubbed my clit, urging me to climax. I spread my legs wide as another finger, then another, stretched me wide open. Full lips trailed sensual kisses down my neck, then teeth began to nibble at the soft flesh of my throat. Suddenly, sharp fangs pierced my skin—I woke up drenched in sweat and trembling from an orgasm. My pussy was swollen and sore; my throat burned where the dream fangs had sunken in. I’d had many dreams of Quillon in the past, but never like that. They had never been so intensely sexual. Before, they were always soft and full of shadows, just hinting at desire. This one was downright erotic and left me aching for more than just his fingers inside me.The dream stayed with me all day. Quillon’s shadowy figure floated through my mind, making it hard to concentrate on anything but him. He stirred something in me no human was capable of, except… Christien. My thoughts suddenly shifted from Quillon to my seductive stranger.