The morning sun filtered through the curtains of the Amsterdam hotel, casting pale golden light across the bed. Amber was still lost in the depths of sleep, her body relaxed and open, her mind drifting through a dream of home. In her dream, she was in the Red Room. She could feel the crimson velvet against her skin, the weight of the floggers on the walls, the heat of the candles flickering in iron sconces. She could hear his voice, feel his hands on her body, taste his possession on her tongue.
She moaned softly in her sleep as she felt him move inside her, his cock sliding into her wet cunt with slow, deliberate possession. She was wet even in sleep, her body always ready for him, always responding to his presence. He filled her completely, his cock stretching her, claiming her. She sighed in contentment, her body arching against him, her hips pressing back against his.
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