Katherine slapped the alarm and yawned. She’d slept like a log but her dreams had been haunted, filled with whispers of a desire only half fulfilled. Which was crazy, since Savage had fulfilled her pretty damn good last night. She’d never come so hard, so deep, never been quite so sated—even in real life. Especially in real life. What did that say about the man, his sizzling sensuality, that he could do such things to her body, take her to the heights, make her come until she was weak and wobbly without ever laying a finger on her? She nuzzled deeper under the covers and allowed herself to fantasize about what it would be like to be with him. Really be with him. A visceral longing grabbed at her gut and tugged. Then reality nudged into the fantasy and sadness swamped her. Because she would never be with him. He’d made it very clear right from the beginning that he was only interested in online play. At the time she’d merely shrugged. Frankly, she had no desire to discover he was really a short, balding troll.
