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Moaning, I lace my fingers with his and smile. In my dreams, I can pretend that I don’t hate him. That he isn’t the monster I first thought him to be. I can pretend that he loves me back and that we’re still together, destined for a happily ever after. That he’s still my husband and I’m still Mrs. Martinez.

“Te extraño, mi esposo.”I miss you, my husband, I murmur.

He rolls me onto my back and hovers over me. He’s already naked, and he’s gazing down at me with longing and angst in his features. His gorgeous features. I reach up and cup his face amid his longer facial hair. “You won’t have to miss me anymore, my love.” His voice gives me shivers, and the dream is so vivid I swear I can smell him. I would give anything to wake up from this dream and let it be real.

I stroke some of his overgrown hair and tuck it behind his ear. “He’s still an Adonis.” I don’t know if I think it or say it out loud to him in my dream, but he smiles at me.

“You are my heart and my life, Irma. Without you, they do not exist.” He strokes my hair and traces my face with his fingertips.

“Your everything,” I whisper, remembering him telling me that he wanted everything from me. And I gave it all to him, but it wasn’t enough.

“Yes,mi amor. You are my everything.”

I feel him rip my panties off. Usually they disappear in my dreams or were never really there to begin with. “Why wasn’t it enough?” I stroke more of his hair back, playing with the way it curls at the ends. “I love your hair.” It’s so dark and silky and soft.

“You were more than enough, Irma.” He looks mad, and I don’t want to fight with him in my dream. I will his face and tone to soften, and they do. “I failed at protecting you, and after everything you’ve been through in your life, I wanted you to have a chance at a better one.”

“But I’m not normal.” I shake my head, and my voice comes out quiet and soft, almost childlike.

He continues to trace my face and run his fingers through my hair. He looks at me with warmth, something I haven’t seen from him since before I was taken by the Russians. “No,mi amor. You are exceptional.” He leans down and kisses the corner of my mouth and whispers more beautiful words against my skin. “Remarkable.” He kisses the other corner of my mouth, and I squeeze my eyes closed as I feel tears coming out of them. “Astounding.” He lifts up and wipes the tears off of my cheeks with his thumbs, and I crack my eyes open. His golden irises bore into mine. “You bedevil me. You torment my very existence. Plague my every waking thought. You inhabit all my dreams.”

“Make love to me, Alejo. Make this the best dream I’ve ever had. Because tomorrow I have to let you go.”

He crashes his lips down onto mine, and it all feels so real. I know that when I wake up, my panties will be soaked, and my heart will weep for him all over again. His tongue aggressively strokes mine, and he lifts my shirt up to expose my breasts. I thrust them forward, and he takes them into his mouth, one at a time. My fingers dig into his hair and fist it.

He starts to move down my body, peppering me with soft kisses, but no. This dream won’t last forever. I’ll wake up soon and miss out on the best part. “Alejo, please,” I beg him. “I don’t want to waste any time. I need you inside of me. Please.” Again, this is a dream. I don’t care how pathetic I sound. I’m desperate here. To escape for just a little while.

Alejo chuckles and climbs back up my body and starts kissing my neck. God, I love the way he kisses my neck. It makes my knees weak and my heart palpitate. “Anything for you, my love. Anything but ever letting you go again.”

If only that were true…

He thrusts inside of me, and I gasp. Arching my back, my head rolls back and my mouth falls open. “Oh, God. Alejo.” He slips his hand behind my head and fists my hair. Yanking my head back down so he can devour my mouth.

He pounds into me, making the headboard hit the wall and rattle it. I wrap my arms tightly around his neck, and my legs encircle his hips, afraid that he might just slip away from me at any moment. I don’t want to ever wake up. If death is like this, then I want to die. I want to die and live in a dreamlike state for all of eternity.

“Irma, I’m never letting you go again,” he says in a strained voice as he continues thrusting in and out of me. “You are mine. Always mine.”

“Promise?” I whisper against his neck. The real Alejo is a liar, but dream Alejo doesn’t make promises he can’t keep. I won’t allow him to. My dream, my rules.

“Promiso, mi amor.” He lifts his head from the crook of my neck to look me in the eye. “Te prometo.”I promise you.His eyes burn so bright, and I see that he means it. Dream Alejo loves me and will never let me go, no matter what. He’ll keep every single promise he makes me and more.

I cry out with an earthshaking orgasm, and he groans as he begins twitching inside of me, swelling and flooding me with his cum. Dream me wishes I didn’t have the IUD preventing him from impregnating me. That he would give me life inside of my womb. Maybe next dream I’ll throw that in there.

He’s panting like me when he leans up and looks down at me again. He strokes my hair back and kisses my lips softly. He kisses a trail over my cheek to my ear. “I’m so sorry, my love.” Then everything goes black again.

Dream. Over. Focker.Out.

Alejandro

Iknow I shouldn’t have had sex with Irma when she was pumped full of alcohol and a sleeping aid. I was only planning on holding her skin to skin for a while because when she wakes up back at home with me, I know she will be furious and possibly hysterical. It’s why I had to drug her with a syringe for the trip. There’s no way she’d come with me of her own accord.

She’s never going to believe me that I made a mistake and that it’s a mistake that will never ever happen again. She’s stubborn, and I have a feeling my woman holds a mean grudge. I’m pretty sure those things go hand in hand, or they make a deadly combination.

I slip some comfy clothes on her and a warm coat. After I get dressed, I scoop her tiny body up in my arms, and she feels too light. She’s lost some weight since being here. I didn’t notice she wasn’t eating much, probably because I wasn’t eating much either.

I carry her out the door where Diego is standing guard, and we head downstairs and out to the waiting SUV. I slide in the back with her, and I keep her curled up in my lap. I’m not letting her go until she fights me to. Which will be as soon as she wakes up, so until then I’m holding on tight.

Irma thought she was dreaming when I crept into her bed. It’s the only reason why I don’t ever deny her a lot of alcohol. She’s typically a very happy drunk, affectionate. Aside from the trip here, that is. I couldn’t help myself. I had to have this one night with her. I missed her so fucking much, and who knows how long it’ll take me this time to get her to cave.

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