Page 31 of Cruel Dreams

I know all of this, every second, because she’s my other half. My soulmate. My north star. Wherever she is, that’s where I need to be.

Gently, I tug her to me and slant my lips over hers. I want to ravage her, consume her as quickly and as completely as fire eatsdried-out wood, but I bide my time, slipping my tongue into her mouth. She whimpers, the sexy sound coming from the back of her throat, and my cock stiffens. I lick at her, tangling my fingers in her hair, reveling in her sweetness.

She was only gone over night. We’ve been separated for longer while we were both in the city, but out of the state, Stella felt further away from me than ever before and now that she’s back, I can’t get close enough.

I move my lips from her mouth, over her jaw, and nibble the soft skin of her neck. I haven’t shaved, and she giggles. I smile. I love it when she laughs, but right now, I want her moaning, screaming my name.

I’m going to be at this for a while.

Her dress has a zipper in the back, and I ease it down, revealing a strapless champagne-colored bra.

My lips continue their leisurely exploration, and I lick along the delicate skin of her cleavage. Her breasts heave under my touch, and I know the minute she’s wet—the delicate scent of her arousal permeates the room. I’m drawn to her, a chemical addiction I can’t fight.

I don’t speak, not wanting to break the spell. Now isn’t the time for words. I’ve been talking, talking, talking, and no one is listening anymore. It’s time for action now, and we’ll see a lot of it in the coming days.

I skim her sundress down her body. Most of her bruising is gone, and the road rash on her thigh healed. She’s perfect, the tan she’s gotten keeping Zarah company on the roof making her skin glisten.

My lips linger on each breast, nibbling at her pretty pink nipples through the lace.

Stella rakes her fingers through my hair, and I absorb her touch like a love-starved puppy.

Kneeling, I trail my mouth down her ribs and over her flat belly.

I reach her panties, and she sucks in a breath. I pull the satin over her slim thighs. I stop briefly where my baby would be growing had I gotten her pregnant.

Maybe one day.

I brush my lips down to the apex of her thighs and cover her cleft with my mouth. She tastes like nectar, a ripe, juicy plum, and I moan, biting into her delicate flesh. Stella’s perfect in every way.

“Zane,” she says, gasping, “I have my period.”

“I don’t care.” I pause. “Do you?” Some men think it’s a turn-off to make love to a woman during her time of the month, but it has never bothered me. While I was growing up, my mother and sister were open about that kind of thing. My mother taught me that a woman’s cycle is a gift, that bearing a man’s children was the ultimate act of love a woman could give him. I abused my power having unprotected sex with Stella in her apartment. I’d forgotten what my mother taught me.

She bites her lip. “It might get messy.”

“I don’t mind, and I’ll be careful, sweetheart. I won’t hurt you.” Zarah’s period gives her cramps. I don’t know how sensitive Stella’s body is during her time of the month, and she could be sore. I won’t add to it.

“Then I need the bathroom for a second. I’m using a tampon.”

“Okay. Hurry.” I don’t want to be away from her for another moment.

I stay on my knees near the bed and wait, and when she comes out of the bathroom, I pick up exactly where I left off.

Despite her warning, her flavor is the same, and I lap at her sweet essence. She trembles and whimpers, and nudging her thighs apart, I widen her legs. My tongue circles her opening,licking where I want to shove my cock. We have all night, and for now, I slip two fingers inside her.

“Zane,” she whispers.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No.”

“Good. Tell me if I do, and I’ll stop.” I twist my fingers and her breath shudders, but she doesn’t say anything and I continue, her muscles clenching, grasping, wanting more. “Do you remember when I took you this way in my office?” It was one of the first times I made love to her after I promoted her. Up against the wall, my face pushed into her pussy. I made her come over and over, and her cum ran down the insides of her thighs.

I didn’t know then, what kind of hell was in store for us.

“Yeah,” she murmurs.

I lick her clit and curl my fingers, searching for that exact spot, and she comes under my mouth, clutching at the bed’s mattress to keep herself from falling.

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