Elena POV:
My fingers were slick the second they touched my folds. Soaked. I wasn't just aroused—I was dripping, soaked with the kind of need that no amount of cold water could drown.
I let my mind go. Slid back into the dream.
Damon's breath in my ear.
His cock pressing against me.
The sharp sting of his palm on my ass.
The sound of his voice—rough, low, possessive.
"Tell me to enter you."
"Feel what you do to me."
"If you keep making those noises, I'll assume you're dreaming of me."
I was. I fucking was.
I circled my clit with practiced pressure, moaning under my breath. My hips started moving in slow, desperate little circles. Every flick of my finger sent sparks through my thighs. My nipples tightened under the spray, the cool water doing nothing to offset the heat coiling tighter and tighter in my belly.
I imagined his hands. Rough. Strong. Pinning me down.
I imagined his cock again, thick and hot, rubbing between my folds.
