I fell asleep and was taken to my nightmares. I usually dreamed of Bones doing sick things to me. No matter how hard I tried to block those images out, I couldn’t. They were a part of me, another scar he inflicted. Even though I got away, he still won. Now that he was gone, I still thought about him. If that wasn’t a victory, I didn’t know what was.
I felt the ground move beneath my feet, and the temperature of the air increased. My body shifted, and I felt my bottoms come off. Bones was undressing me, preparing to enter me with abrasive force. I wished he would disappear. I wished the nightmares would stop.
I felt my top come off, and my tits were exposed to the cool air. They became rigid and hard, pebbling at the intrusion. Then a mouth pressed to mine. It wasn’t hard and sloppy. It wasn’t full of random tongue that penetrated my mouth like a wet hose.
It felt nice.
He sucked my bottom lip gently, rubbing it against his soft lips. Then he kissed me again, the hair on his chin rubbing against me slightly. Breath filled my lungs when he breathed into me.
My dream changed, and Crow was the one kissing me. He was shirtless and sweaty, exactly as I saw him that morning. He kissed me softly and dug his hand into my hair. He showed the gentle side of him, not the temperamental man that snapped at the slightest irritation.
Fingers rubbed against my clit, and I felt my knees fall away because it felt so good. I hadn’t been touched like that in forever. Bones just shoved himself inside me harshly, only taking pleasure and never giving it. I must be touching myself without realizing it, but I was aware of my hands on the mattress. I could feel the cool satin underneath my skin.
Alarm shot through me when I realized this wasn’t a dream. This was real. My eyes opened, and I saw Crow’s face pressed to mine as he continued kissing me. He was naked on top of me, his hard cock pressed into my stomach.
“Get off.” I shoved him harshly in the chest.
He recoiled back, but his fingers stayed between my legs. “You liked it a second ago.”
“Because I was asleep, you idiot.” I slapped his hand away.
“Yeah?” He leaned back on the balls of his feet, his glorious body looking just as good as I remembered. His thick cock hung out, proud and hard. “And who were you dreaming about?”
Did he know? That wasn’t possible. He might be able to read my expressions, but he couldn’t read my mind. “I wasn’t dreaming about anyone. And that doesn’t matter. Don’t touch me.”
His lips fell in a slight smile, like I just challenged him. He moved back on top of me and pinned both of my arms up with a single hand. He kept my wrists bound together and returned his body to mine.
I struggled against him, but he was too heavy. He was all muscle and strength, twice my size and a million times stronger.
“Fight me, and I’ll hurt you.” He squeezed my wrists tightly together, warning me.
“I’ll fight you until you kill me.”
Now he smiled completely, loving that response. “Baby, you’re sexy.”
“You’re into some sick shit.” I bucked my hips against him.
“Right now, I’m just into you.” He leaned down and kissed the skin of my neck. His tongue ran along the area where my artery was located, and he nipped me gently, just enough pressure to make it tingle but not make it bleed. His lips traveled to my ear, and he kissed the shell gently, breathing into my canal. His arousal was heightened in his breathing, and I could hear the distant growl.
His free hand moved to my chest and palmed one tit, squeezing and massaging. He released a quiet moan into my ear. “Beautiful tits.”
I lay there helplessly, unable to do anything but let him take me. My nipples hardened at his touch, and I felt my breath hitch. I didn’t feel scared like last time. My heart didn’t drum like it was life or death. My body was oddly relaxed, oddly charged.
Crow kissed my collarbone before he gently bit it between his teeth. Then his mouth moved to my other tit, and he sucked it hard, making me wince in pain. He nibbled it gently before he sucked again, his back tightening in arousal.
I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop him this time. If I said no, he would just keep going. If I tried to fight, I would get slapped across the face—probably worse.
He licked the valley between my breasts then kissed my stomach, kissing every inch of me while his cock lay against my belly. It oozed with pre-come, ready to be inside me.