Heartbreakers: The Journey Through Darkness- Book 2

Chapter 8

Elijah's POV

9 years ago...

She is so small, much smaller than I am. But that wasn't what caught my attention, for some reason I don't look like the usual fourteen-year-old that I actually am, instead I look much older, probably just over twenty and she doesn't look as young as I had first seen her but does look more beautiful. I don't even know who she is yet somehow my brain does. She is laying on the bed with her small, fragile hands resting on her stomach that rises and falls slowly as she breathes, her dark hair falls around her head like a crown and her eyes are shut. Her lips are mind blowingly bright red and her cheeks are rosy pink. She looks like a real life Snow White just with longer hair as she lays, sleeping on the bed peacefully. I somehow know her name and once it leaves my lips, her eyes slowly open, her long eyelashes fluttering in the process. She doesn't sit up but smiles when she sees me. I can't fight the urge, it's too much.

I move towards the bed before climbing up on top of her and nesting in between her short legs, spreading them further apart with my own leg. She slightly relaxes and looks up as I tower over her, I see a faint blush appear on her cheeks and it only forces me to continue. I begin to unbutton the small white blouse that covers her torso before starting on the long black skirt that is spread out on the bed. My eyes roam over her impressive form before finding their way to her eyes. As we make eye contact, I throw my shirt over my head and onto the floor, desperately undressing to feel this angel before me.

She watches me undress and blushes once my skin is fully exposed. I have to admit, for some reason my body looks too good to be true, huge muscles and a six-pack. Abs that aren't actually there, tan skin. And a tattoo, a cupid and inside it is her name. I'm usually too thin but today I look like a Greek god.

My lips begin to search for hers, slowly pecking her lips as my throbbing length lines up with her entrance. Her hands move up my chest and rest on my back and roam freely there. She's just as desperate as I am, making me grip her hips painfully tightly and spread her legs out further. I begin to stroke myself quickly, making myself moan against her lips and tugging a moan out of hers at the same time.

"That's it. I can't take it anymore." I think to myself.

Steadily and softly, I begin to push into her, making her squirm and gasp, her nails dig into my back, sending a tidal wave of pleasure and a hint of pain which only urges me on.
"Gosh. You're so tight." I murmur against her lips and begin to push further into her till I'm buried to the hilt. Once I reach the end of her tight space, I begin to steadily thrust.

In. Out. In. Out.

She moans loudly, the sound muffled as it echoes into my mouth. It's a glorious sound, music to my ears and I begin to thrust slightly faster, eager to hear her make more noises. She thrusts her hips up to meet with my own and arches her back. I scream with pleasure and quicken my pace, straining to fill her up and pleasure her more.

As I'm going to reach my climax, the bed begins to shake, throwing me off of her. When I look back, she's not there.

"She's... she's... gone?" I whisper to myself, completely bewildered. When I look down at myself, I'm wearing clothes.

"What is going on?" And suddenly, I'm sucked out of the world, my eyes snapping open and I jump on the bed. As I look at myself, I see I'm lying on my stomach, my slightly long hair in my face and I'm dripping with sweat. Sitting up, I rub my face before realising the dampness in my boxers.

"Fuck. Another wet dream. Who is she?" I scratch my head and I'm lost in my own thoughts. It's the a millionth time that I've seen her in my dreams and it won't stop. I have no idea who she is but she is absolutely gorgeous. Maybe she's just a dream, not a real person.