Page 41 of Stay With Me

“I am going to fuck you, Ava. I am going to fuck you until you feel only me inside of you. No one else. I will erase any trace of your past, and I will be your present and your future, do you understand?” he whispers possessively.

Holy fuck.

I am breathless and dripping at his affirmation. My whole body trembles at his promise, and I can only nod.

Slowly and deliberately, he enters me, filling me to the brim with his length until nothing else matters except this moment between us. His thrusts become stronger with each passing second as he takes complete control of my body and my heart. My world blurs into him and me; there is no past or future, only this moment.

A feral groan rips through his throat as he pushes himself into me, sinking deeper and deeper. I grip his backside, pulling him closer to my grasp, wanting to feel every inch of him merging with me and destroying every dark corner of my soul. His tongue ravages mine, consuming my breath and leaving me thirsty for more. With each thrust, the pleasure intensifies until I am soaked, dripping down my thighs and soaking the bedsheets beneath me.

“You are so fucking wet. God, you feel sogood.” His breathing grows ragged as I feel him tighten inside me.

“Come with me,” he pleads. His breathing grows ragged as his moans intertwine with mine. With one final thrust, he sends me over the edge. I cry out his name as he comes, releasing himself inside me.

His body stills, and he collapses next to me. His chest gleams with sweat, and he pulls me into his arms, kissing my forehead.

I fall asleep, tracing the curves of his tattoos.

TWENTY-SEVEN

AVA

Ifound myself once again at Colin's house, my heart pounding in my chest like a jackhammer. The eerie silence was shattered by the sound of footsteps, but this time it was not Colin who stood before me, but the killer. I tried to scream for James, but my voice failed me as the killer ominously circled the bed, his eyes locked on me with predatory delight.

James remained unaware of the unfolding horror behind him, lost in pleasure as he thrusts inside me.

Then came the vile sound of an ax striking his skull, a wet and sickening noise reverberating through the room and making bile rise in my throat. I screamed and pleaded for the killer to stop, but he ignored me and continued his merciless assault on the man I think I was in love with.

“Ava.”

I hear James calling out to me.

His voice is distant at first but gradually grows closer.

But I am being held tight by the killer’s arms, and I struggle to break free, but he is too strong.

I kick and scream and call out for James, pleading to be let go. The voice gets closer, and then I am abruptly pulled from my nightmare, and when my eyes open, I am back in my room.

James is there, holding me in his arms, and I cling to him. My heart is racing, and I am drenched in sweat.

“It’s ok, baby. You’re safe. I’m here,” he whispered soothingly. His gentle touch caresses my wet hair, and he kisses my forehead and cheeks, pulling me out of my nightmare.

I hold onto him tightly, gradually calming down as my breathing slows and my heart rate returns to normal.

I look up at him, the moon's soft light illuminates his face, and concern is etched on his face.

“I’m here. You’re safe.” He pushed a chunk of my hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear.

My entire body trembled with terror and exhaustion as I clung to him tightly.

“I was back at Colin’s house. Except it wasn’t Colin this time--it was you,” I murmur in a strained whisper, my voice small.

“Hey, it’s ok. It isn’t real,” he comforted me, leaning in to kiss my lips.

I gasped as I felt his lips on mine, every part of my body trembling under his touch. His breath is warm against my cheek, and I can feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest. I press myself even closer to him, feeling the heat radiating through his skin, melting away any coldness that used to exist. He wraps his arms around me tightly and pulls away.

“But my lips on yours, that is what’s real.”

Unable to resist him, I lean in closer, inhaling his calming scent. I tuck my forehead into his neck and sigh, “Who knew you could be so romantic?” I tease.

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