Chapter 128 A Night of Desire

With practiced ease, Tyren slipped inside through the balcony door without a sound. The spacious room was filled with the steady rhythm of Thalia's breathing. She was sound asleep. In just a few steps, he reached her bedside. Moonlight poured through the window, illuminating her serene face. Her headphones were still on, faint music drifting from them. Gently, he removed the headphones, then climbed into bed and drew her close. His lips brushed her forehead in a tender kiss. "Goodnight, my princess." In her sleep, Thalia felt a sudden heat on her forehead, and it pulled her straight into a vivid, heated dream. The man in the dream was still Tyren. They tumbled across the room, unrestrained, exploring every position. By the time dawn broke, she woke to find her pajama pants soaked and sticking to her skin. They carried a lingering, intimate scent. Knowing exactly what it meant, she sat up in bed, her cheeks burning bright red. She had, again and again, dreamed about Tyren in a