Chapter Six
Kaitlyn
Soft golden light flickers as I open my eyes, my fingers digging into cool silk sheets as I blink several times, staring at a blank wall on the other side of the room. The silky black fabric is cool to the touch, a contrast against my overheated skin.
This isn't my bed...The thought should scare me but it doesn't. That hazy feeling of knowing what I'm experiencing isn't real, presses on my mind, keeping my body relaxed, despite finding myself in an unknown room. With an unknown body pressed against my back.
"My dove," a low voice rumbles against my neck, soft lips gently brushing against my skin, "Soon I will find you. Soon, we'll be together."
"Together?" I try to roll over but pressure against my waist holds me in place.
"Yes, together, little dove." Shadowed arms pull me tighter against firm muscles, bringing a sense of comfort and protection with the simple movement. Soft, gentle kisses brush against my skin, trailing over my shoulder, down the back of my neck as hecontinues, "I have waited several lifetimes for this moment. For your soul to call out to me, to guide me to you. And now... here you are. Granting me this gift."
Gift?"I don't understand..."
Scents of warm vanilla, fresh bergamot, and sweet sandalwood wrap around me. Their comforting scents bringing to mind of home with my parents. Of long nights out back, surrounded by nature as we roasted marshmallows while watching the stars long into the night. Memories chasing away any sense of anxiety as part of me realizes something the rest of my mind doesn't want to admit. That what he says is true. That maybe this isn't a dream...
A shadowed hand slides over my hip, trailing up my body, sliding over every curve and flaw until they reach my breast. "Don't worry. Everything will be made clear, when the time is right. For now just close your eyes and let me take care of you."
As with any dream I find my eyes closing of their own will, obeying his command without thought. Some part of me anticipating some sort of reward for being a good girl.
"Don't worry. Good girl or brat... I will always take care of you."
Wait. Did I say that out loud?
Before I can ask, a weight presses against my shoulder, slowly guiding me to lay on my back. The silk beneath me, somehow magically chilled despite our body heat.
All other thoughts disappear as lips brush against my skin. His voice a hushed whisper as he brands my very soul with unfamiliar phantom words. Soft and lilting, I know I have never heard their likes before, and yet, some part of me knows each meaning.
Every now and then sharp teeth nip lightly against my hip, my shoulder, the soft curve of my stomach...
Surrounded by darkness, unable to sense any type of pattern, I find myself arching into each claiming touch. Every stroke of his fingers, every brush of his tongue, stokes the heat in my core into nearly unbearable need. Fluid slicks my thighs, the pearl above my clit pulsing with each heartbeat.
I can't help but moan as his tongue curls around the tip of my breast, the nipple hardening almost painfully from the simple contact. My legs widening without thought, wrapping around my shadowed lover, pulling him closer to me. Wanting... Needing his cock as the ache inside becomes unboreable.
His firm muscles pressing against every soft curve above me. Soft silk sheets cradling me from beneath. His fire to their cool liquid...
I don't know if I'm going to burn alive or drown into a puddle of need.
Something thin, almost leathery, wraps around my ankle, the touch grounding as my shadowed lover pulls away from me, leaving behind a chill as my body becomes exposed to the air.
"Don't worry, my dove, I'm not going anywhere..."
Soft kisses are placed here and there, trailing down my body. One firm hand rests on my hip while the other reaches up, pinching the hard bud of my nipple. My body squirming, aching, needing more.
His low voice vibrates through every muscle as he chuckles, "Patience..."
"Please..." is all I can gasp out as another wave of need consumes me.
His hand drifts down, caressing my hip before traveling lower. His fingertips brushing against my mound for a brief second before they slide between my lower lips, gathering the slick coating my skin, before disappearing. Leaving me aching once more.
"So very wet..." he rumbles right before the air is filled with the sounds of groaning, my mind trying to picture what he's doing right before he answers the unspoken question, "And absolutely delicious."
I didn't think I could get any hotter but just the thought of my shadowed lover kneeling between my thighs... His eyes rolling back as he sucks the liquid from his fingers as if it was the best dessert he has ever tasted...
It has never been like this with...The thought is cut off as a growl fills the air, a chill racing up my spine.
"Don't even think about him," my shadowed lover growls, "Not now. Not ever again."