Every muscle tenses at his words because he's right, I was thinking of Josh, when I shouldn't be.
Even now I can't help but think about him. Of how lonely and one sided sex had been with him. How he would take pleasure in commanding me, while leaving me aching with my own need for hours, sometimes even days as he would constantly rile me up with some new toy when we had to travel together for work.
Of how my body has never felt so alive, like it does right now.
With that thought his fingers return, circling my nub. Hot breath against my skin is the only warning I get before his tongue licks along the inner folds, exploring every sensitive nerve before moving to the next area.
A purring sound fills the air right before the tip of his tongue slides into my aching opening. With every stroke in it curls up, somehow hitting the rough patch of skin hidden inside.
"Yes..." the word comes out in a throaty gasp right before I moan, my hand reaching forward, wanting... no needing to grab onto him and pull him even closer.
The leathery rope that was curled around my ankle moves up, wrapping around my wrist before I can feel more than a few strands of the softest hair.
"No touching." Before I can even start to protest I find my hand pressed firmly against my side, "Or else I'm going to have to stop and you don't want that now do you?"
No! Please, don't stop!
I swear I can feel a smirk gracing his lips right before he continues to lick and suck. His teeth nipping even down there, adding a bit of pain to balance out the overwhelming sense of pleasure threatening to overwhelm every sense. "So sweet."
Jolts of pleasure spirals throughout every limb. My fingers digging into the silk sheets, trying to keep me grounded, as the fire within my core is stoked higher and higher with every stroke. A sense of something much bigger than myself threatening to take me with it, to rip me away from constant push and pull of pleasured pain, and force my soul out into the vast void waiting for me.
Hot tears slide down my cheeks as I begin to shake with fear. A desperate sob catching in my throat as my lungs constrict, not wanting to crest that peak of pleasure waiting for me, to come crashing down and find myself alone once more. Smashed into a million pieces, where no one will find me.
"Do not worry, my little dove," his voice is a soothing balm to my soul, smoothing the frayed edges, "Now that I've found you I will never let you go..."
Somehow, despite knowing that this is all just a dream, I can feel how true those words are.
"You will never be alone again." A promise made at a soul deep level... "Now... let go."
As soon as he utters those words everything explodes. Sparks shoot through every limb, my heart lurching as I reach that metaphorical peak before leaping off.
Then falling...
Tumbling...
His words echoing in my mind right before...
Chapter Seven
Kaitlyn
Why is the room so hot?
And why does every muscle ache? The way I feel right now? One would think I just got done doing a hard session at the gym, not spending the night tossing and turning in my bed for hours, until sleep finally claimed me.
Not that I even have a current gym membership to begin with. After the epic fail that's forever known as New Year's Resolution of '23? Let's just say I'm not in a hurry to renew that card. Plus, I love ice cream more than I love sweating to the oldies while pushing my body to its limit. Which, admittedly, not very far...
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Sounds of my alarm going off shatters the silence, and yet, I can't bring myself to move out of bed. My mind more focused on trying to chase fragments of last nights dream, knowing that something important had happened, and yet unable to remember what or why. Every time I almost latch onto onefragment it fades away. Teasing me with some unnamed promise.
Beep. BeeP. BEEP.
The sound progressively gets louder as I continue to ignore it, eventually forcing me to give up on the dream and slap the button on the obnoxiously demanding device. Honestly, I don't remember it being this annoy...
"It can't be..." I whisper, disbelieving what is sitting right there, while a chill races down my spine. "I know I left you in my purse..."
Sunlight streams through the blinds, shining upon Sentinel. The glare causing me to squint as I move away, proving that this is all too real. That there's no way I'm dreaming.