Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 46587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
I released my pent up breath into his lungs as he turned my body completely into his and wrapped his arms around me, drawing me in close.
His arms held me close as his lips ate at mine. I felt his tongue as it moved around the confines of my mouth and the dream kiss and this one that was oh so real seemed to blend into one.
It was better than anything I’d imagined during the night. Better than my dreams. I never knew a kiss could feel like this, so overwhelmingly sensual.
And though his hands never left their place around me, it felt as though they were everywhere, setting off sparks that ignited into flames.
I got lost in sensation, never wanting it to end. Trying to get even closer to the heat of his naked chest. And then off in the distance, I heard a woman’s scream of angry rage.
The sound was frighteningly startling and I started to pull away, but he held me still against him. My heart beat wildly in my chest as I remembered the specter from before. Was that her?
“Focus on me, only me!” He held my face between his hands and looked into my eyes as in the distance the sound grew faint.
“Kiss me!” That was an easy order to obey. I forgot the interruption and leaned into him once more, offering my lips up to his.
This kiss was even hotter. There was no space between our bodies and had he not been holding me up, I would’ve fallen flat on my face.
He could’ve done anything to me in that moment and I wouldn’t have objected. That’s how enraptured I was. Almost as if I were under his spell.
In the back of my mind was the thought that his touch felt familiar. At first I thought it was because of the dreams, but no. This was more, I’d felt this before. In another place, another time.
But that couldn’t be! And soon I lost my will to think as he took me under. I felt his hard length pressed between my thighs and felt no shame as I moved against it.
The movement of his tongue in my mouth changed, mimicking the act of lovemaking as he thrust it in and out until I chased it hungrily.
My body grew fever hot and I burned wherever we touched. My hands played along his back as I held him to me. And my knees grew weak.
Still he did not let me go, almost as if he’d been dying for the taste of me. When he growled his need into my lungs I felt it like waves of electric energy shooting through my body.
When he finally lifted his head and looked down at me, the look in his eyes was one of such hunger, I couldn’t prevent a small cry of surprise from escaping.
He must’ve thought he scared me because he set about soothing me. “Shh, it’s okay, you’re safe!” His lips found mine again, his hands more forceful now as they went around me. Like he’d never let me go.
* * *
I don’t know how long we stood there in that room, next to the baby’s cradle. But when he finally released my lips they were tender and just a little bit swollen. And I wanted him to start all over again.
He pulled me into his chest and I found his heartbeat with my ear. It was as wild as mine.
“Time for you to get to bed. We have a long day tomorrow.” He drew me in for one last kiss before letting me go and I walked on shaky legs out the door as he stood and watched.
I laid awake, staring up at the ceiling, my fingers tracing my lips where I could still feel the phantom pressure of his. Each time I closed my eyes I saw him again, felt him.
It took a while for me to fall asleep as I replayed the last few hours in my head. My body took even longer than my mind to settle down, as if it was waiting for something more.
I felt restless, twitchy, and I wondered if he was faring much better. Had he gone to bed and fallen asleep immediately? Or was he too laying awake burning with need?
Then my mind drifted to the crying woman. Who is she? And why had she chosen now to show up? Without his comforting presence here to reassure me, I felt a stirring of unease.
The crying woman, the children I keep hearing, how were they connected? And what has it to do with me? I’d been brushing things off as just the history of an old house, but I can no longer ignore the dreams, the unexplained visions. And the knowing. Why do I feel like I know his touch?
That night I didn’t have the dream. It was the first night since I’d moved in that it didn’t come. But it was okay, because now I had the real thing to keep me warm.