The Touch of Salvation

42: Secrets In Shadows

ADALIND

I can feel something crawl over my neck and through my hair, but it's light and soft so it doesn't bother me. I try to lull myself back to sleep, but then the air thickens and I hear a slight grunt from beside me.

Waking up, everything is dark as it usually is when we draw the unblocking curtains in the bedroom. I flick my hand, lighting up a candle on the wall as another murmur comes from the man beside me in the lavish bed.

Usually, his arm is slung around me and I am in his chest, but tonight, his arm is over his eyes and his shadows are covering him completely. I can just barely see through the breaks in the waves of darkness that surround him to see that his mouth is twitching and the noises of horror are coming from him.

He grunts again. A nightmare, I realize.

He's having a nightmare.

My hands go to his chest and I crawl on top of him, straddling him as my hands run up the curvature of his body. He's built as a warrior should be with strong, regal muscles and a sturdy width.

His palms twitch beside him and I hate myself for being turned on as he's clearly suffering. "My Horizon," I whisper, my lips lowering to his ear. "You're having a nightmare. Goliath," I say. He's not listening. He doesn't wake. "Goliath."

I am on my back before I can register what is happening. His hands are around my neck in an abrasive hold that's tight, taking away my ability to breathe. Yet, I am not scared. His eyes are still cloudy with sleep as my hands go to his biceps. I can't speak, he's squeezing too tightly, but as my hands go to his jaw, his sharp gaze softens and he gasps, relaxing the hold he had on me.

"Adalyndra," he says like a prayer. "I am so sorry," he gasps.

"It's okay," I gasp. "It's okay. You were having a nightmare."

He nods and says nothing else, but he looks as though he's committed the worst of crimes. My fingernails dig into his arms. "Goliath, it's okay. I," I stutter, my breath leaving me. "I liked it."

"You're lying."

With his eyes on me, I take one of his hands and trail it down my chest and under my nightgown and he gasps from the feeling of how... ready I am for him. "I am not lying, Goliath." My hand delves into the locks on his head. "What was it about?"

"I don't want to talk about it," he says hoarsely.

The air thickens. "What do you want to do?" He stares at me and I can feel the way his hands shake and the slight hardness against my stomach that hints as to what he wants.

"I need to be inside you."

I believe his words as I do in my magic because they are thick with need and emotion. I nod and feel him hesitate against me. "Take me."

"I don't want to hurt you," he rasps out.

"Take me," I repeat. "I liked your hands on my neck. Trust my words. Goliath-"

And then he sheaths himself within me hard and deep and it startles me because he's never been so abrupt before. But it feels...it feels like a glorious mix of pain and sweet sweet pleasure. His cock is large, larger than any other, and it stretches me as it always has, but it fills me deliciously.

He growls out from how I grip him.

"Choke me," I whisper. "I liked it." And I did. I really did. Because for a fleeting moment, his hands were all I could remember They took away everything else I remembered from my life and reminded me of everything I have yet to witness. He hesitates for a moment and then I feel his hands on my neck and he's thrusting in and out of me hard.