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No amount of convincing helps me sleep, though. And it certainly doesn’t stop the voices from coming to me the moment I close my eyes. Those sweet, sensual whispers promising me release…if I only give in to them.

ChapterTwo

They come for me at night.

Hands. Out of the darkness and caressing my skin like blind men reading a map, finding all the contours and shapes of my body. Those ghostly touches discover all the secret soft places evenIdon’t know exist. They stroke and pinch. They grab and squeeze and refuse to let me go.

It’s fine. I don’twantto go anywhere. I want to stay right where I am and see where this leads. It’s one of those dreams where you know you’re dreaming and it doesn’t matter because it all feels real. So I lay back on my pillows, relax. Wait to see what happens next.

Out of the darkness those three sets of hands slowly push open my legs and one plunges a finger into my core. They fondle my breasts until my nipples peak and a low moan escapes my lips.

In dreams it feels so right.

It doesn’t feel confusing or strange or wrong. It doesn’t feel crazy, either. It’s natural.

Give in to us.

The ghostly voice drifts through my dreamscape and I shiver at the tone, the masculine demand of those words.

Yes, I answer in my mind.Whatever you want.I’ll give it.

A strange sense of peace drifts over me like the weight of a warm blanket and soon my body starts to respond to their ministrations. I sense the heat of the shadows even in sleep. And I open to all of them.

I somehow know there are three dream lovers surrounding my bed. It’s one of those things you recognize inherently, and even though in real life I’d never be able to manage more than one man, in dreams, I’m confident. Desirable. Irresistible, even. I can handle all three of them with ease.

I still lay on the bed only now the shadows are out to play, and I can’t recognize myself. The setting stays the same but I’m the one who has changed.

Letting my head fall back with a gasp, I give myself over entirely to these three dream lovers without form. Or maybe they possess a form and I’m not in a place to see them yet. Only feel.

Let us touch you.

It’s a different dream lover, the syllables a low growl of sound skittering through my veins.

Well, all right. Fine by me. I want to be touched so desperately that I can’t put the desire into words. “Touch me, please.”

It’s a little bit of begging and it gets my point across because another hand slides up my inner thigh, pausing on my hip bone. The pressure increases.

Just…help me to not be myself even if it’s only while I sleep. Not too much to ask for.

I let myself get carried away on a tide of sensation as they probe at me. Those same fingers sliding against my wet core now push two inside and crook them slightly. A thumb grazes my clit until every piece of me comes alive. Holy shit, it feels amazing. The thumb begins to circle in exactly the right way until my body fills with heat. There’s a mouth on my breast, nipping. Nails trail down my chest toward my stomach on the verge of pain so pleasurable I come undone.

Asleep, and yet more fulfilled than I’ve felt in years.

Don’t worry, Marianna.

The third voice rumbles through my system and stokes the flames even as I’m coming down from my first orgasm.

We’re here for you.We’re here to take care of youand give you everything you deserve.As long as you invite us in.

The low hiss of sound is getting me going. I bite my lower lip on a moan.

You only have to trust us.You’ve got to lower your walls for us and invite us in. It’s the only way we can be here for you.

The first voice again, rich and dark in all the right ways, and I find myself opening my legs wider.

They do things to me I would not repeat in public. While those fingers continue to stoke the fire inside of me and push me closer to a second orgasm, another set remains on my breast, squeezing and pinching and nipping in a way that leaves me gasping. The third trails liquid fire up the side of my neck to my chin. They rub along my bottom lip and then press inside my mouth until I groan in pleasure, sucking.

Who are they?

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