263 Yes, love?

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Esme kept her eyes closed, afraid that the dream would shatter.

It was barely morning and her mind had yet to wake up. And she did not want it to wake up.

An illusion filled with Aleister was something she would accept over a reality without him. Anytime. In any way.

Her thoughts did not linger there anymore when she felt the finger slipping out of her wetness.

She whined, clutching the sheets as she raised her hand, placing it above the calloused hand on her breast. She molded her fingers over those long fingers that felt rough compared to her soft skin. She shaped them on her softness and he tightened his grip, kneading it harder as his finger played with her hardened bud.

A moan slipped past her mouth and before Esme could relish in the feeling, a warm mouth claimed her wetness.