I was, after all, just a bad dream [+18]

IV

Can you feel it? The devourer of cells, fattened by excess, threatening with a thousand warnings, the one who will consume you. Imprisoned in your throat, the ravenous beast who will devour everything that remains. Even your love.

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It started one morning without warning, like a sudden downpour in the middle of the day when the sun had been shining just moments before. I didn't think much about it; it wasn't on my mind anymore as I went on with my day, busy taking care of the life I'd learned to love.

I didn't think much of it when it started to become more persistent, like a nagging song stuck in my head, its melody coming and going throughout the day without me remembering where I'd heard it before.

This little stabbing pain inside my chest, the pressure every time I tried to take a breath. I didn't think much when it became routine—waking up with that feeling, eating, working, breathing... even fucking with it.

"Do you like it, baby?" I asked, breathless, as I was trapped between Pete's legs. His head thrashed on the pillow, eyes tightly shut, like he was trying to escape this sensation taking over him.

This sensation of me, buried deep inside him, his legs wrapped around my waist, my hands pinning his wrists beside his head.

"Answer me, Pete. Do you like it ?" I demanded, hissing as I let go of one wrist to grab his face, fingers digging into his cheeks, forcing him to face me.

"Ah, Vegas—Please." Pete whined, arching his back, searching for something, anything to ease him, a friction against his neglected hard-on.

I chuckled, seeing my beautiful husband losing his mind all over again, and even after so many years, it was always just like the first time we made love.

I tightened my grip on his face, making him gasp as I pushed his head down against the mattress by his throat. "V-Vegas...I like it. I-I love it! Please."

"Good boy. See, I shouldn't have to beg," I chuckled mockingly. "You should be the one begging." I whispered, leaning in to give a light slap on his cheek, making him growl.

I started moving again, deep and intense, bottoming out with every thrust. Pete's eyes crossed as he let out a loud moan, "Ah, God."

"Right here, my love," I said, leaning in to bury my head in the crook of his neck, licking the little drop of sweat that had accumulated, savoring him like a junkie taking a fix. "Right here," I whispered as I traveled up, lips and tongue dancing on his skin that tasted like sweet honey. "my beautiful baby, I love you."

Pete's whimpers mingled with mine, as I grabbed his leg and pushed it up, finding the perfect angle to set that punishing pace I knew he loved.

Harder, deeper, until the only sounds were our bodies colliding and the wet noise of the lube spreading everywhere. Until I drowned into his scent, his blurry gaze hooked on mine, surrendering to me. Until he held his breath.

Until I hissed, feeling that sudden pain in my chest, making me hunch forward, my forehead colliding with Pete's.

Eyes squinted, teeth gritted, the pace slowed and stopped abruptly. I felt Pete stiffen beneath me, his hand cupping my face, pushing me away slightly. And his breath hitch.

"V-Vegas...what's wrong?"

I stayed silent, letting the pain fade away until I opened my eyes to meet the concerned gaze of my husband, looking up at me, scrutinizing my face for reassurance.

I didn't answer him. I just resumed my thrusts, pushing through the pain that felt like knives plunged into my ribs. I aimed for the spot that I knew would send Pete floating high, where he couldn't ask any more questions.