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A necessary escape from the realities of my world. From Oliver shunning my existence.

“Are you even awake or is your body just mine to play with?” His thumb moved to rub my clit as two fingers hooked into me.

Explosive shockwaves surged along my sleep numbed nerves. My body reacted to what it needed, to what it wanted.

In the darkness, half-asleep, was where I was the most comfortable.

There are no insecurities here, there is only want. Need.Lust.

Chapter 18

Oliver

His Isobel

He thought perhaps the first time they had woken her up, it had been a one-off. Maybe she would wear off of the novelty, butno.

She was enjoying this. Enjoying him taking what he wanted from her as she slept soundly.

Did she know what this did to him?

To be allowed free reign of her body while she slept? To be permitted to touch her how he wished?

Intoxicating.

But that’s what Isobel was. She was meant for him. Every single piece of her. Awake. Asleep.

He knew that he would join her little harem of men, but he had needed time to accept it.

To realize it wasEmiliowho had taken her innocence.

Married her.

When it could have been him. He had come so close years before.

But he had discerned to give her a choice. Had promised himself to let his butterfly keep her wings. But what if she was offering them to him? What if she ripped them off and thrust them into his hands?

His fingers pressed into her wet cunt, reveling in how even half-asleep her body was ready for him. Willing him toslide into her.

She was partially awake now. Before, in the silence, it had just been him with his thoughts and an unsettling urge.

He had wanted to be quiet, careful.He had wanted to skirt the lines of what she had consented to entirely. Wanted to take from her more than she was willing to give. Wanted to fuck her without her waking up until his seed was inside of her.

For her to come to with the dull ache between her legs and unassuming soreness.

For him to leak down her legs as she began to realize what he had done.

But then she roused against his fingers, and the voice in his head shouting at him to break her softened.

Her moans overpowered it.

He hadn’t even stuffed his dick inside her and he was already coming undone.

The thought served to both anger and empower him.

This washerfault.

He moved his fingers further inside of her, hooking into a spot he knew she enjoyed.

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