She nods eagerly, kissing slowly down his torso. Hot breath ghosting over his skin as she encouraged him. "Yes," Lilith whispered, her fingers digging into his shoulders. She was vulnerable under him, the thought striking her all at once. But there was no reason to be afraid of Gale. Why would he hurt her?

This had been her prompting, her designs and her encouragements. She feels proud, as though a part of her had planned it all along. But why?

There was no malicious undercurrent, even in her subconscious. Only desire now fed.

"Don't be afraid."