Chapter 37

• It took a minute, but when I came down from the high of the orgasm Dane woke me up with, it hit me. Not because I’d spent the night over at someone’s house, but because I had one trigger, and the sex-god of my dreams chose to do it. Trauma. That’s what should have crossed my mind when I woke up to him between my legs, but that’s not what happened.
• I read dark romance all the time. Zero triggers. I can read somnophilia, but going through it? Waking up from it? I didn’t think I’d be able to do it without being dragged into the hell that is my past. I never thought I’d ever be okay with being woken up with physical touch, or anything close to sexual.
• Amos used to take what he wanted from me when he wanted it. No explanation was needed. Nor was consent a thing in his world. I was his. To have and to do with what he wanted. Something so normal for him haunted my sleep. But not only did I not have a single nightmare last night, but I didn’t automatically burst into tears when I woke up to Dane’s tongue in my pussy.