It was a cold and rainy night. That kind of a cold night that could make one curl into a ball even beneath the sheets.

Annabelle couldn't sleep as she wished that the body of her husband was glued to hers at the moment, so she could seep the warmth of his body.

But she knew that such a wish could not be granted. For ever since that incident with Dominic at the mall, David had been avoiding her at all costs. She had tried to talk to him about the issue several times but he always waved it away and walked out on her.

He didn't talk to her. He only responded in an annoyingly formal tone whenever she talked to him or asked him a question and he only really smiled when Lydia was with him.

Lydia.

She sighed.

Her sister kept looking more beautiful as the days went by. And she couldn't help but keep wondering whether David was perhaps, attracted to Lydia or not with the amount of affection he showered on her.

She got out of bed and left the room with the aim of getting hot milk from the kitchen.

She padded down the stairs silently as she walked to the kitchen and made one. Taking the hot mug up to her room, she decided to check on Lydia on the way to see how she was handling the cold weather.

She quietly opened the door to Lydia's room, wondering why Lydia hadn't been locking the door as she always had in their family house.

The room was dark but she could make out Lydia's form on the bed and...wait, what was that? Moans?

Then she saw her sister squirming on the bed and muttering words that came out as sensual moans.

The girl was having a wet dream!

Annabelle almost giggled at that but the words she heard her sister uttering wiped off any form of amusement.

She inched closer to Lydia, just to be sure of what she was hearing and she frowned when she confirmed it.

'Oh D, yes...yes, like that...don't stop please...I want more of you...yes David, taste me like you taste her....take me, all of me...you don't know what you do to me...only the sight of your sexy self makes me wet af...!'

And so on.

Annabelle froze in shock. This wasn't happening! Her sister desired her husband? How? Why? Since when?

She almost woke her up but decided against it. What would she say? Ask her why she was having an erotic dream that involved her husband? Her hands shook, the milk in her hand threatening to slip through her fingers.

She wondered briefly what David would have done if he were the one to have walked in. Would he have just walked away or grant her wish and desires?

Because most men who catches a woman having a wet dream about them usually make it a reality for them.

She gasped. Lydia desired her husband. This is not good!

She quickly left the room in irritation and walked over to the room where David slept.

She quietly slipped in and closed the door as she saw him sprawled on the bed in a deep gently slumber, shirtless and she wondered whether his body was made of stone as he didn't seem like someone who was cold.

No longer having the appetite to take the milk, she placed it on the bedside table then swallowed deeply as she placed one knee on the bed and then the other as gently as she could so as not to wake him up.

She lay down beside him, gently shifting close to him until she could feel the heat of his body, then she slowly raised the duvet over them and closed her eyes. At least, she no longer felt that cold.

She knew he might not react positively when he awakes in the morning to find her beside him on his bed but she was willing to take the chance. And she could slip out of the bed before he awoke in the morning.

She stiffened when, seconds later, strong warm arms enveloped her in a sleeping embrace.

Ahh, bliss!

She sighed in contentment and relaxed in his arms as his soft breathing lured her into a wonderful sleep with her mind echoing that David was hers and hers alone.

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David woke up before dawn, his still sleepy eyes first going to the clock which ticked few minutes past three a.m then shut his eyes again.

He hadn't had such a good sleep for days now. Whatever softness that was currently pressing into his body was fulfilling that for him.

His hands slid up and down said softness and he groaned when he discovered it was a woman's body. Still partly asleep, he thought that the figure felt familiar. It was definitely his wife's figure.

Ahh bliss!

It seemed that the heavens had graced him with her presence in his bed as he had just been having a most delightful dream that featured her, his sexy, wild Annabelle, in it.

At that moment, he forgot that they've not been on good terms as his hand continued to roam up and down her body.

It was when he flicked his thumb on her nipple that she gave a sweet moan and that fired a hot current down his body to his loins.

His body shivered with desire when her soft bottom moved against his man part as she squirmed in pleasure and his control snapped.

Swiftly turning her to face him, he captured her lips with his, his fingers going down to her woman parts and they both became enveloped in the sweet web of pleasure.

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Annabelle's eyes pried open and she closed them again, still feeling the need to get more sleep. She turned over to feel David but the whole space beside her was empty. She opened her eyes and confirmed that she was alone.

Had what happened between them in the early hours of the morning been a dream?

She looked around. No, it couldn't be. For she was in his room and on his bed. And the creasing of the other pillow as well as the over all disarray of the bed signified that wild action had taken place there.

She blushed furiously and quickly got out of the bed with the aim of making it out before David walked back in on her. How was she going to explain how and why she ended up in his bed and even made love with him?

With quick shaky fingers, she arranged the bed and plopped the pillows until the bed was decent-looking enough.

She picked up the mug of milk and poured it in the bathroom sink then dashed out of the bathroom with the cup.

She was rushing towards the door when the door suddenly opened and the last person she wanted to see, came in.

David eyed her assessingly, which made her cheeks burn the more in embarrassment.

"And where are you rushing off to?" He asked huskily. Amusement dancing in his dark eyes.

"Me? Rushing?" She laughed nervously. "Of course I'm not. I'm just going to the master bedroom."

She said and slid past him trying to head for the door but he caught hold of her hand and yanked her back to him. She gasped as her body magnetized with his.

She stared up into his eyes and got lost in the charming dark depths.

His gaze pierced into her soul and did wild things to her insides.

No man and she meant literally no man at all, had ever or could ever make her feel the way David made her felt.

He evoked strong and unfading feelings and emotions in her. She could almost say that she was in love with him.

She shook her head. No. Love was a strong word.

She broke the spell that had woven around them.

"I - I have to go." She said breathlessly.

"Why?" He asked, amused.

"I - I have to make sure that Lydia has breakfast." She said, looking everywhere but at him.

"Lydia can take care of herself." He said. "She's not a child anymore."

Annabelle looked up at him this time.

Of course, Lydia was no longer a child but a full grown woman.

Memories of last night came rushing back to her. Her sister having an erotic dream about her husband and the way she was calling his name.

She remembered the mug in her hand.

"The mug, I need to take this mug down to the kitchen."

David stared at her for a short while before he released her.

"I'll let you go for now," he said. "But know that we have a matter to discuss, you and I."

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Annabelle stared at her sister almost all throughout breakfast.

She couldn't get her head around the fact that her little sister who was not so little anymore, desired her husband to the extent that she was even dreaming about them both having...

Damnation!

She couldn't even imagine it. Fear breezed in. If Lydia desired her husband sexually, then it meant that she might one day act on her lust for him.

She knew Lydia. When she wanted something, she went for it. And she was the type that liked a challenge especially if that challenge happened to be a man.

"Sis?"

She heard Lydia call and snapped her gaze back to her.

"Y-yes?"

"Are you okay?"

Annabelle nodded. "Yes, yes, yes I am."

Lydia nodded slowly. "You looked like you were miles away with your thoughts just now, isn't that right uncle D?"

"Oh it's nothing, I'm good."

She felt David's eyes on her but refused to look at him.

For heaven's sake why was she acting like some timid virgin under her husband's gaze?

She was not a virgin before she married David and besides even if she was, they have both seen and explored each others nakedness several times.

She looked at Lydia again, who was more focused on her meal than anyone or anything else and heaved a sigh.

Perhaps her sister might desire her husband but would never give in to that desire to make it a reality?

Right?

But she couldn't be more wrong.

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