Awakening Passion

The alarm rang, the nosie echoed round the room, I woke up from my wet dream, the sheets soaked and twisted beneath me, my arms were above my head, legs spread. Exactly the way I had been tied up in my dream.

Disappointment flooded me, I should have known it was just another X-rated version of the ongoing fantasy I had been powerless to control for the past decade.

Enzo Maddox. With me In bed. Making wild, passionate love to me. Doing all the dirty things i could never admit to wanting in real life, but that i knew would be astonishing and beautiful in his arms.

After so many years of frustration, i only wished for one thing: Why couldn’t we get to the part where he actually slid into me before i woke up? Where he took me and made me his. Completely.

Because then, at least, I would know what it felt like to be a part of Enzo. To have him be a part of me.

But I knew with utter certainty that suffering without Enzo, even in her dreams, was my price to pay, for what i had done to him ten