Page 11 of Embracing My Nightmare
Chapter 4
Elise
My brain was tryingto rationalize the erotic and dirty thoughts running through my head as I slept. Every touch in my dream felt more real than anything I ever experienced. Wanting to touch myself to relieve the building pressure, I tried to lower my hands but found my arms loosely tied to the bed frame. A warm tongue lapped at my weeping pussy and I blinked away the sleep, focusing on the clear blue eyes staring up from between my spread legs.
If this was a dream, I didn’t want to wake up. Too many times, I had imagined waking up to him between my legs only to be disappointed. Savoring every touch, I closed my eyes as he flicked his rigid tongue against my clit. Rocking my hips as he worshipped me with his mouth, I moaned into the silent room.
He chuckled against my wet lips and the shame crept up my spine. I wasn’t fighting him. I wasn’t objecting his invasion of my apartment, of my bedroom, of my body.
“Stop,” I weakly protested, then I felt him move his mouth away from my pussy. I mourned the loss of his intimate touch, fearful he would leave me tied up and needy.
Wedging his body firmly against my spread legs, he blew a cool puff of air against my throbbing clit as I squirmed against the bed. I shouldn’t want this, I shouldn’t want him, but I did, with every fiber of my being. He had been the only person I ever trulyneeded.
“I’ll stop, but we both know you don’t want me to.” He tongued my clit rapidly and pulled the swollen bud into his mouth before releasing it through tightly pressed lips.
“Fuck,” I groaned as my eyes rolled into the back of my head from the sensations emanating from my core.
I wanted to grip his black hair and force him to make me come, but he had tied me to the bed with soft silk ties. I had never allowed anyone to secure me during sex or otherwise, afraid of the dangers that lurked with that kind of trust. But waking up, bound loosely to the bed, with him, a man whose name I didn’t know, I had no fear of being hurt.
I must be fucking crazy.
“You’re not crazy. You know deep in your heart that I’d never hurt you,” he murmured against my shamefully wet pussy.
“I . . . I don’t even know your name,” I whispered into the room.
His eyes met mine across the plane of my naked body and I saw a kindness looking back at me that I wasn’t expecting. Raising himself from between my spread legs, he crawled up my body and softly kissed me, the taste of my arousal strong on his lips. Pressing up on one hand, he swept the hair off my face with a gentle touch.
The moon shining into the room illuminated his face and he was handsome in a way that was nearly indescribable. He had a strong, defined jaw covered in a well-trimmed black beard. His eyes were a stark blue that shone brightly down at me. He licked his soft lips, capturing my flavor, and made a sound deep in his chest that vibrated through me.
His toned chest was pressed against my bare breasts and his hard length was pressed firmly against my needy clit. The feel of his heavy cock rocking slowly against me was building my desire higher and higher. Leaning over, he pressed a gentle kiss to the side of my neck.
His soft lips came up to my ear and he whispered, “My name is Devlin.”
“Devlin.” Saying the name of my mystery man for the first time felt strange.
I had hidden him in my mind, in my heart for so long. Tears leaked down the sides of my face as he looked at me with a small smile. I hated to show weakness, but he’d had me at a disadvantage for so long. He wiped the tears that fell and kissed me again.
This kiss was filled with promise, with need unlike anything I had ever experienced. At that moment, I knew there was a reason I’d never had a real boyfriend, why I could separate sex and love so easily. I was meant to be Devlin’s.
“It’s going to be okay. I’m here now. I’m never leaving you again. You’re safe, lamb,” he spoke into the room as he ground his length against me, rubbing my arousal over the front of his jeans.
“I still don’t understand.” My tears were slowing with his declaration, and my need was growing.
“I promise in time, I’ll explain everything. Right now, I need to know if you want this. If you’re giving your body to me freely. I will never take what doesn’t belong to me, but once you say yes, I’ll own every inch of your body. Of your mind. Of your soul.”
His words were a promise as he ran a thick finger down my neck and across my heaving breasts. Rolling my hard nipple between two fingers, he pinched one, then the other, forcing a moan from my lips as I bowed into his rough touch. His hand continued down between my legs, and when he pinched my swollen clit, I whimpered and cried out.
The desire for him to take me was overriding rational thought, but I needed to think this through. If I let him have me, he would possess a part of me I had been terrified to let anyone see. I knew I would fall into a rabbit hole that I might not survive. Devlin had killed once for me and I still didn’t understand why. What would he do to me if I ever changed my mind and wanted to leave?
His lips were brushing against mine as he spoke. “Make your choice, lamb.”
I could see in his hard eyes it was difficult for him to give me a choice. Devlin seemed like the kind ofman who wasn’t used to hearing no. I didn’t want to say no. I wanted to see how deep the connection we had was. I had to find out why he killed for me. Why he left me alone for so many years before he returned.
His strong hand gripped my throat, but there was no pressure against my delicate skin. I shouldn’t find it hot, but his hold on me was igniting a desire I allowed to stay dormant. With Devlin, I trusted him to take me away from the pain. I didn’t understand the trust, but it was there, nonetheless.
“You know what I’m willing to do to protect you, Elise. Imagine what I could do to pleasure you. How far I would go to show you how special you are.”
