It was movement that intruded first into Felicity's dream.  Her form being shifted as the baron rolled her onto her back and took his place atop her as the heavy covers swirled about them, letting chill drafts slip inside to cut at the banked warmth their sleeping bodies had made.<br/><br/>His hands clasped her breasts as his hips began to rock steadily, the night's rest having restored his stamina and caused his shaft to wake and engorge slowly within her.  And so it was that he woke and took immediately to using his slave once more.