Chapter Four
Camila knew she was dreaming. It was the only explanation, because she was pretty sure the last thing she remembered was falling giddily into her bed and hugging her pillow. Yet now, she was lying on a wide bed with silk sheets, in a large, dark room. There was a window with curtains that bathed parts of the room in moonlight, including part of the bed.
The first thing she was aware of in her dream, was that she was not alone in the room, on that bed. There was a presence next to her, but even as she thought about turning to look at whoever it was, her body wouldn’t move.
She felt thick, long arms circle around her waist from behind, bringing her back to a wide, muscular chest. The simple contact let her know two things, that the person in bed with her was definitely a much bigger male, and they were both stark naked. She shivered, tingly feelings of pleasure sparking all over her body. Wide, soft lips were pressed to her ear, warn breath washing over the back of her neck, sending wisps of her hair flying and tickling her.
Camila could feel a shiver go through her, as an idea of who the man was entered her mind. It had been a while since she’d even thought about sex, let alone had an erotic dream, but her attraction this time was undeniable. Arching her back slightly, she pushed back against the man behind her, and felt a hardness press against the back of her thighs, and heard a moan from the man in response to her actions.
The arms around her held her even tighter, before suddenly going lose. She made a strangled cry, her hands grabbing onto those arms to keep them around her. The man went still, then made some soothing noises, pressing soft kisses to her nape, as if assuring her that he wasn’t leaving. Reluctantly, she released those arms, shivering in disappointment as she was let go. Only for hands to grab onto her and roll her onto her back, that large body pressing down on hers from above.
Her eyes fluttered open, but before she could see the man’s face and confirm who he was, she felt his lips pressed against hers, and she sighed as she let her lids relax, melting into the kiss. It started out soft, careful, just a simple press of lips. One kiss, then another, and another. Then the kisses started melting into each other, and Camila felt it as her lips were lightly nipped and nibbled and licked. With a sigh, she parted her mouth, meeting the other’s lips with a few little licks of her own.
A strong tongue met hers, running sensually around her own tongue, before invading her mouth and running all over, exploring her mouth. Her body undulated against the bed as she pressed her hands against that muscular chest, hands rising up to circle the man’s shoulders.
“Camila…”
She shivered when her name fell from those delectable lips, still pressed against hers. Her imagination didn’t do the voice justice, but it was enough to get her to react. The man’s lips pulled away from hers, and she felt the tip of his nose nudge her chin up, so he could press kisses to her neck, sliding up and down, then nibbling lightly on her earlobe, licking the hollow beneath her ear.
Camila squirmed under the hard body holding her down. When she felt a knee parting her legs, she spread them open eagerly, arching her back and grinding her hips upward. She gasped when she felt a hot, thick rod press against her sex. She rubbed herself against the man’s erection, wanting him inside her already. She clutched her fingers in his hair as she let out a moan, and felt him suck on her neck as he shifted his hips and rubbed himself against her.
His hands were roaming over her body, and it felt like they were touching her everywhere at once. Around her back, over her stomach. One palm pressed to her breast, squeezing rhythmically, another holding onto her hip, just tightly enough that she knew it would leave a mark later.
The man above her shifted once more, raising his head as she felt his sex tease at her entrance. Her eyes fluttered open to take in the man’s face, just as his cock slid in her body in one deep, smooth thrust.
Even with them having the same face and build and everything, Camila felt her eyes widen as she called the name of the man above her.
“Samuel!”
Camila startled out of the dream with a gasp, and she couldn’t be sure, but she thought she might have called his name out loud. It was definitely Samuel, not Adrien that she’d seen in her dream, and she wondered why. Even in that situation, there was no mistaking it. Not that she knew what either of them would look like in bed, but with the air Adrien gave off, she felt he would have a mischievous look as he took his partner.
Unlike the Samuel in her dreams, with the same hard expression, the same hard eyes, but with unmistakable passion just barely hidden behind that hard look, his firm jaw clenched as he tried to control himself, to give his partner pleasure and not just take.
What the hell am I even thinking?she thought, sitting up as she ran a hand down her face and looked around.
She was in her apartment in the city, in her own bedroom. She’d left her curtains open, so even with the lamp off, there was still some light coming in from outside, since New York wasn’t a city that slept easily.
I can still feel it…that dream. It was so damn vivid.
Her body was still trembling, as if she could remember the sensation of that hard body pressing her down into the mattress, parting her thighs and sliding into her. Her body shuddered, her hard nipples brushing against her sleep clothes as she breathed, sending shivers down her spine, an uncomfortable throbbing between her thighs. She felt, if she touched herself just a little, she would come. But there was no way she was going to touch herself when she felt so confused.
Adrien…or Samuel. Who would I think of when I orgasm? They might have the same face, but they are still two different people.
Camila groaned as she dropped back down in her bed, throwing an arm over her eyes.
But…if it really was Samuel…could he treat me like that?
The thing that startled her most, probably, wasn’t so much that it was Samuel she dreamed of, but how he was with her. He treated her with such tenderness and skill, and it only confused her, because it was not in line with his character at all. Camila couldn’t picture a man like Samuel Kane acting tender toward anyone.
After a long moment of confusing thoughts swirling through her mind, she calmed down enough, and managed to fall asleep without even realizing.
When she next woke up, the light from outside was brighter, a clear indication that it was morning already. She sighed and rubbed her eyes as she got up and slipped out of bed. Feeling groggy, she made her way out of her room, to the bathroom. She knocked, but got no reply, so she pushed the door open and went in, locking the door behind her.
First, she brushed her teeth, taking a good look at herself in the mirror. She had her eyes squinted, and she had bed head, her blonde hair sticking up in all directions. She grumbled to herself as she tried to fix the mess that was her hair and finished brushing her teeth at the same time. After rinsing out her mouth, she stripped down and got in the shower. The water took some time to warm up, and she stood aside until it was warm enough, then slid under the water. She picked up the liquid soap, and as she lathered herself up, her breathing started to pick up, her body heating up.
After she’d woken up from that erotic dream, she had fallen into a dreamless sleep until morning, but that didn’t mean she’d forgotten all about it. If anything, she doubted it would leave her alone, and she was tempted, as she ran her hands over her breasts, and between her thighs, to get herself off.
“Camila!”