CHAPTER 35

NELLY

Red.

Some say that this is the color of love and passion, but for me it's more linked to desire, lust and David Bragança. The only man who has my devotion and loyalty. Yes, David is red and runs through my veins like the blood that keeps me alive. He is like my worst nightmares and best dreams. The memory of what we did last night flashes through my head, and once again I pinch my arm to make sure it's real.

We're lying on our sides in his bed, his body perfectly pressed against mine, kneading the bruised flesh of my bare ass while his manhood nudges my folds and makes me wet. His heavy breathing ruffles the small hairs on my neck and I end up moaning, involuntarily swaying when he moves behind me and rubs his hardness against my sensitive opening.

I get a bite on my shoulder and stifle a cry at the surprise and the scrape of his teeth against my skin. I close my eyelids to control the euphoria of waking up with this man.

This can only be a dream.

I blink and tilt my head