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I’m burning, and it is my sex that gets to feel all the heaviness.
He doesn’t stop until he reaches my core, bare, wet, and swollen.
I clamp a hand against my mouth to keep me from screaming.
I can feel my body vibrating under his touch as he gathers some of the fabric of my robe to the side and then comes back to slip his fingers between my legs.
I part to allow him easy access, and he nibbles my earlobe before growling into my ear.
We are both affected. He is aware of what he is doing to me, I can tell by the extra force with which he grinds his erection against my hip.
I want to reach out and touch him,too.
Again, I don't want to jinx this and give him any cause to quit, but I want to open up and feel him as he is doing.
I want him to follow through to the very end.
I sink my fingers into the mattress to crumple part of the sheets as a lifeline as his fingers brush, flicker, and sluggishly twirl on my clit.
He is about to give me a release, while chasing his.
I am close.
I can taste the euphoria of my release at the back of my throat. Just a little more stroking, and I will explode. Just a little more and every part of me will combust.
Oh, goodness me… Right there… I feel it closing in now. Just a little more, and I’m there. Just a little more. I lift my back off the bed, and his fingers press firmer on my clit.
He knows just what to do. He knows just where to touch me. He knows my body a little too much for someone who has been away for years. And my body responds to him as though it was woven for him and has been mastered by only him.
I am about to come.
Incessant hard bangs against the door clip everything to a stop, and my eyes fly open.
I knew it.
I‘m both frustrated from the fact that I didn’t get to have an orgasm and ashamed that I let my mind get weak to the point of seeing Ronan in my dream.
I knew it was a dream, but I wanted it to be true, badly.
This is what I get for being locked up, with nothing to do except confront my thoughts and myself.
The banging continues, and I swing my glare in its direction. It sounds like a bird beating against the glass but I wouldn’t be so sure because I can’t see anything.
I huff and drop my shaky hands on my sweaty forehead. I feel sick. I feel full. I feel heavy.
Not getting a release is making me feel cranky and frustrated, as if someone is running a needle through my pores.
I drag my swollen body up to a sitting position, and my sex clips, twitching.
It’s not fair that I feel like this when Ronan has it all under control.
He never showed up. I haven’t seen him since the night of the wedding. There has been no sign from him, not even a note.
Until proven innocent, it seems I will have to keep living like this.
I run my hands down my face and yawn some of my frustration out. I flip my eyes around the room, bored out of my mind and sure I will lose it pretty soon.
My eyes catch the sight of a new cart by the sofa in the room, and I spring from my bed to stand on my feet.
