Sleep State

Chapter 8

- Ana -

Every ounce of sadness had faded from his face. Christian had become a changed man, and she was not sure if it was for the better or not. This new shade of darkness that he wore was different, but familiar.

She had experienced this darkness the night before here in the middle of the bar, outside against the brick wall, in the dark stairwell of the apartment complex, and on the couch of some random living room. The memory alone spiraled a wonderful sensation down to her core that desired him deeply.

Without hesitation or welcoming a warm shot of liquor, Christian moved around the bar toward her and fast. In those few long strides that he made, it was evident that his destination ended with her.

Ana parted her lips to speak, but was denied the chance to do so. His rock hard body pressed against her tiny torso, and his fingers tangled their way into her hair. Urgency and passion was conveyed in the movement of his mouth upon hers. His abrupt action was slightly confusing, and yet exciting all in one. After last night and her inability to handle her liquor, she was positive that he would not make another move, but that did not seem to matter.

Cupping each side of her face, his strong hands held her stunned and elated. His lips moved wonderfully, wet and wild on hers and carelessly dipped to her jawline tempting to go lower. She had never been kissed like this before, at least not to her knowledge. Even if her long lost memory of a time before this included the kiss of another, it still could not compare to his. The way he showed his desire in the way his lips greeted hers repeatedly set her skin of fire. She wanted to feel like this all the time, joyous, aroused, and wanted.

But why did he want her? Why now? Why here?

Alcohol was to blame for last night, so what was his excuse now? Her mind raced with the reasons and the image of his mute state only hours before. Did he have some sort of revelation? Or had something spooked him that had drove him completely mad? Either way, she wasn't complaining. It wasn't everyday a man charged at you with lust in his eyes wanting to fuck you on every surface possible without a care in the world.

Her feet shuffled as they stumbled backwards colliding with the table of a booth. Ana winced as the back of her thighs made contact and the edge of the table dug into them. Noticing her tiny pleas of discomfort, Christian lifted her and set her firmly down on the table. His arm snaked around her back to support his leaning body mass upon hers. Trails of wet, hot kisses were made down her neck and back up to her lips as if he could not get enough. The storm that erupted inside of him now poured out in the most erotic way.

"Let's finished what we started, hmm?" His husky voice of man whispered in her ear and in one swift motion removed her shirt. Christian was a man on a mission and boy was it sexy.

Wasting no time, he peeled her out her clothes one by one. Pants, bra, and underwear all completely scattered around the booth and on the floor of the bar. The thrill of being so exposed and in the open excited her, and yet she felt dirty and ashamed of what she was doing and where. Her internal battle went to war.

Was this like her to be so carefree with life and sex? Was she the type of girl that let any guy seduce her? But Christian wasn't just any guy, she told herself. Something clicked with him. It was odd, strange, and entirely insane, but it felt right, and so she went with what she wanted in the moment and that was him.

Ana returned her full attention back to him as he explored her body with tongue and mouth. Still fully clothed, she wanted him just as vulnerable as she. Her hands fumbled with the shirt on his back as she tugged on the material. Taking the hint, Christian yanked it off and quickly unbuttoned his pants letting them fall to the ground. Christ! Her mouth hung open at the sight of him in just his boxer briefs. The constriction they caused made it obvious how badly he wanted her, too. The anticipation of them getting to the good part was taking too long and she knew she needed to make it clear that she was ready.