“What we did in my dreams was far more pleasurable,” she confessed, her voice a hesitant whisper as she slowly recalled the visceral sensations connected to her fantasies. “It was gentler, and there was no trace of pain.”
“And what exactly did I do to you in this dream?” Terran asked, his interest piqued.
“You held me close and kissed me, but everything was gentle. There was none of the roughness of before,” Lysithea said softly. The warmth of the bathwater was working the tension out of her muscles and dropping a hazy film over her thoughts.
Terran moved through the water towards her, his nude body towering over hers. She shrank back, but his laughter was soft as he encouraged her.
“Go on, I’m listening. What happened next in this dream of yours?”
Lysithea’s gaze fell upon his cheeks, now flushed a soft pink from the warm bath as she continued her tale.
“You did everything I desired just the same as before, except those things that caused me pain.”
“Such as?”
