Love of my life

Dreaming of you

Her bed was soft, so soft that she felt like her whole body was wrapped in a silk embrace. Humming with pleasure, she slowly opened her eyes. The beautiful nineteenth century styled room greeted her. It was big, decorated in purple and white tonalities. A still lit candle chandelier illuminated the whole place as though it was daytime. It was hot, in that suite. The duvet that covered her was too thick for this time of the year, so she removed it. It was only then that she remembered she was naked. She hadn't wanted to wear the dress her husband had raped her in, going to sleep naked had been the only option. She was nevertheless uncomfortable, and a sense of dread was creeping through her whole body, a feeling that told her that something bad was going to happen. Just then, the white door of the room opened, and a masked man entered. Screaming, she covered herself again with the duvet, trembling. The unknown man got near her bed fast and aggressively, forcing that duvet open with a swift gesture. Grabbing her pulse, he jumped on her, straddling her with force, while he opened his trousers, letting out his penis. She tried to scream, but he covered her mouth, as he invaded her abruptly. She couldn't scream, but even if she could, she wouldn't have done it, the fear had completely paralized her. All she could do was pray that violence would end soon. And then, salvation (or further doom?) came with the form of another man, even him with a mask, the same mask her raper was wearing. The newcomer hit the assailer right in the chest, pulling him out of her in the process, so abruptly that she wailed in pain. Her apparent saviour rushed to her side, cupping her cheek. His eyes through the mask told her all his worrying for her wellbeing, that hand on her cheek transmitted her all his caring. She exhaled a breath of relief. She could trust him. Unfortunately for the man, his caring put him in a vulnerable position, for the assailer grabbed him by the neck from behind, in a vile attempt to prevail. The man couldn't breathe, and in an instinct to save himself, grabbed his aggressor's head from behind, and made it crash with his head. The man collapsed, stunned. Taking advantage, the good man dragged him near the wall, and started bumping his head against it, three times, till the blood didn't begin to gush out of his head. Maybe he was dead, but he didn't even care at this point. He turned to look at the naked woman on the bed, who was looking terrified, the duvet wrapped protectively around her. He quietly approached her. Vera hugged her knees in a childish and vain attempt to protect herself from any possible attacks, but the man just stopped near her bed, lifted his hand, caressing her cheek affectionately. That simple gesture, and his kind eyes were enough for her to drop her guard. She felt attracted to that man, in a way she couldn't explain. She felt attracted to him so much that her legs opened up for him without her even noticing it.

"Take me"

Her voice was so full with desire she barely recognized it. It was as though her body and voice weren't responding to her anymore. She saw her hands opening his trousers, grabbing his penis, getting it near her mouth, kissing its tip, as the man moaned. As she looked at his face, she slowly led his penis to her entrance. The man was now thriving with desire so much that he got on top of her, throwing his trousers and pants on the floor. Slowly, but steadily, he began to fill her. She quickly grabbed the sheet. Her body was invaded by a wave of pleasure and excitement like she'd never felt for years, maybe ever. Her lover's body was sculpted and tense in the act of lovemaking, his brow was already prickled with sweat drops. Their mouths were open in gasps of pleasure. Curious to know his face, Vera slowly removed his mask. Her heavy breath was cut out of her lungs, at the sight of his handsome features, as he smiled at her tenderly. She already knew it was him, but being sure of it was a completely different thing, seeing his gorgeous face concentrated in the movements was absolutely riveting. Patrick kissed her forehead tenderly, never ceasing his bestows, looking at her in the eyes.

"Come with me, my love!"

At his words, she reached her summit, together with him. She pressed her trembling body to his, as he held her tight. Hungrily, she began to cover his face with a million kisses, while he touched her breasts, overwhelmed with passion.

She found herself kissing her pillow, her body still pulsating from the dream she'd had. Embarrassed, she sat up on the bed, hugging herself, recalling all the moments of that beautiful dream. His saving, his eyes on hers, his body invading hers in the sweetest way possible, his heart beating against hers, his hot breath against her lips. As she was thinking about all this, she didn't realize a smile was forming on her lips, imagining what it would feel like to be his in that way. Sighing, she got up from the bed, and went to the bathroom. A hot bath would relax her muscles and her mind, as well as give her some time to think about herself, her life, and him. He had been so gentle the other day, so passionate that he had made her knees weak. He had always been passionate, even during the time he was about to... Violate her... During that time, he had been a passionate, but horrible, monster. So selfish, authoritative and scary, so scary she thought he might have killed her. Will it always be like this with him? Could she trust him? She didn't want to embark into something ill, revolting and obscure, she didn't want to satisfy his desires. She wanted love, she needed love, not a sick relationship. Relationship? What was she thinking? He was married, and she was too! She brought her hand to her forehead. What had that man done to her? She was thinking of him as a possible lover! No, no, this should end! This had to end! She would go to that dinner, but she would be clear, it would only be a dinner, nothing else. As a matter of fact, didn't he promise her it would be a dinner, and nothing else? And yet, in some way, a thought, dangerous and true, came from the back of her head.

"I want more."