I can't help the moan that escapes my mouth at the taste of her tongue against mine, and my hips pulse reflexively up to meet hers. But before I can reach the heat emanating from her core, she grasps my neck in her hand and pushes me away, pressing...
CONTENT WARNING: CNC (Consensual Non-consent) – Everything that takes place in this chapter is consensual and was previously agreed upon by both characters.
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I woke with a start from a dream I couldn't recall, moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains covering my windows. Even though there was a sheen layer of sweat on my skin, my heart was beating with a quickness, and splintered memories of a nightmare were floating somewhere in my mind, I couldn't keep the small smile from my face.
For years, I've been plagued with long nightmares that would end in cold sweats and sleepless nights. They were twisted recollections of my stray bullets and lifeless eyes, or 6 sets of hands curled in tight fists reaching out to land blow after blow on my young skin, or random dreams set on alien planets where I'd fight for my life in some techno-color hellscape. The night terrors held my hands for years, I grew to find comfort in their consistency even though they were the source of so much weight and stress.
But sleeping next to me, strands of moonlight brushing over his skin like stroking fingers, was my little slice of serenity. With him sleeping by my side, I can sleep without drowning in a pool of sweat and tears and sinking memories blinking in and out of focus. Yes they were still present, but they were like a dull rumble in my subconscious as opposed to a loud roar that occupied almost infinite real estate.
I take a moment to collect myself, inhaling a deep breath and releasing it through a big sigh. Kai's soft snores pull my attention back to him.
He looks so sweet and innocent while he sleeps, his lashes fluttering from the action beneath his lids, telling me he's at an interesting part of his REM cycle. I reach out to brush a strand of hair from his face, my thumb stroking down to brush his plump pink lips. Filthy things start running through my mind as I look at him and flashes of the night before, the way he devoured me with those very lips, the way my cream was dripping from his lips...
As my thoughts get more carried away, I'm brought to mind a late night conversation I had with my sweet boy where he revealed a deep dark desire, one that turned his cheeks a new shade of almost-magenta. Since then I have been very intrigued...
I rise from bed, pulling the blankets from us both, revealing Kai's near nakedness. He must have slipped his briefs back on at some point last night, and I couldn't help but pout. This would be easier if he stayed naked, but then again the whole point is that he's not supposed to know when it's coming.
