#Chapter 37 Embarrassment

Anila POV My body was sore and exhausted. Every now and then, I could feel a phantom kiss, or lick, or touch, gracing my skin like a ghost. From the slickness between my legs, and the dampness of my panties, I felt ashamed. I got so wet from a dream, a dream about three people touching me greedily, and two more watching from a distance. *What was wrong with me?* I was depraved. I must be, or at the very least, I was in my subconscious state. Such a wild wet dream. It was definitely that book's fault. Still, I couldn’t help but feel… guilty about the lust my subconscious harbors. Even I didn’t know I felt so strongly about them. The fact that Damien and some mystery person watched me makes that shame feel painful—I really must be depraved. Despite having showered, and dressed, I still couldn’t shake the heat that lingered on my cheeks. My entire body was thrumming and hungry. But not for food. I feel deprived of satisfaction, and I am disappointed when I return to my room to fi