After dinner, Elara retired to her hotel room, exhausted from a long day of filming and the emotional rollercoaster that came with it. As she slipped out of her dress, her mind whirled with thoughts of Evelyn and Lucien, of war and love and heartbreak.
But as she drifted to sleep, a new character slipped into her dreams, one who made her blood burn with desire rather than fear.
Amara.
In her dream, they were in their bed back home, the moonlight casting a silvery glow over everything. Amara stood in the doorway, her raven-black hair spilling down her back, her violet eyes dark with lust.
"Come here," Amara purred, her voice husky as she crooked her finger. "I want you."
Elara didn't need to be told twice. She shed her nightshirt, baring herself to the cool air, and crawled toward Amara. Amara's eyes traced her body with hunger as she moved closer, until she was kneeling at Amara's feet, naked and open.