Lost Love || Book 1 || Sylus x Reader || LADS Fanfiction

68. Monsters

***Musicrecommendation: Monsters – Katie Sky***

Young Kitty's Perspective

I had a terrible nightmare about monsters that attacked me, but Sylus stepped in to protect me and soon I felt safe again within my dreams. I even dream about him crawling under my sheets into my bed in the middle of the night. His arms are wrapped around my waist to pull me close enough for my back to melt against his chest as I am engulfed in his protective warmth. His face is buried in my hair, his steady breathing tickling the sensitive skin on my neck.

Please let this dream never end, please do not wake me up ever again. I just want to sleep forever trapped in this wonderful delusion.

As I slowly awaken, the images and sensations that filled my dreams still linger in my mind and I can't quite shake the feeling of being protected by his warmth. My eyes are still closed as I slowly regain my consciousness. The first thing I notice is his captivating scent filling my nose. Then I suddenly realize that strong arms are wrapped around my body, holding me trapped in a gentle embrace. I feel a steady breath tickling my hairs on the neck causing goosebumps on my skin. I open my eyes in shock as I realize that my dream was not just a mere dream.

As my body tenses, I can feel Sylus pulling me even closer to him, nuzzling his nose against my hair. Is he still asleep? I do not dare to breathe. My senses are overwhelmed by his proximity. I gasp as he shifts slightly, now pressing his lap against my butt. Even though Sylus might be still asleep, one not-so-small part of him is clearly awake. Holy shit. My mind starts to race as I try to ignore the reaction of my body to his hot hardness urged against my soft flesh. What the fuck happened last night? Why is Sylus cuddling me in my bed? Is this another of his sick games?

Maybe I should turn around to see if he is awake or asleep, confirming if he is playing with me again. I shift carefully in his arms to face him and to look at his sleeping face. His features are relaxed, but his brows are still slightly drawn. There is a faint smile lingering on his lips. He looks so young and innocent. In an urge to brush a strand of hair out of his face I want to pull my hand out from under the blanket, but on my way my fingers accidently brush against the giant bulge in his pants.

"Your hand is scary, touching somewhere like this on its own." His voice sounds grumpy from sleep. My gaze darts instantly to his eyes, which are slightly open staring intensely at me. "I did not want to..." I begin to apologize as my cheeks getting warm, but I stop midsentence, deciding to confront him instead. "What are you doing in my bed anyway?"

His eyes widen slightly. "You can't recall last night? You had night terror and the only way for me to calm you down and get myself some sleep was sleeping next to you. By the way, you are welcome." He shrugs casually at his explanation, even sounding slightly annoyed. I recall my nightmare about the monsters, and I start to understand the situation.

"So, could you please remove your hand from my cock, Kitty? Or do you want to show your gratitude by lending me a hand?" His eyes are filled with amusement and his grin gets cocky, but his voice drops low to a seductive tone. As soon as I realize that my hand still rests on his hard cock, I can feel his warmth seeping into my palm while he twitches under my touch. Instantly, my face turns bright red. I rip my hand away from his bulge as if I had burned myself and fall backwards out of my bed by the sudden momentum, followed by his deep chuckle.

Oh God. How embarrassing. I want to die. I lie on the floor not able to move. I touched Sylus's cock without even realizing until he pointed it out. How long was my hand on his cock? I can still feel his heat on my palm. He is huge, that's for sure. My face is flushed due to shame and arousal, and I try to hide my expression with my hands.

I hear the rustling of fabric as Sylus stands up to kneel beside me. He grips my wrists, pulling them firmly away from my face. "Look at me." His voice is commanding. I hesitate to open my eyes. "Kitty, are you okay? The night terror seemed to be vivid. You totally freaked out. What were you dreaming about?" I am taken aback by the concern in his voice and finally open my eyes to look at him. 

"Monsters." I whisper with a shaky voice.

Young Sylus's Perspective

As I realize that you are still sound asleep in my arms, I can't help but feel a surge of relief and contentment. Finally, you can rest peacefully, free from the torment of the night terror. I nuzzle my nose against your hair, inhaling your sweet scent. You fit perfectly against me, your back pressed snuggly against my chest. My heart swells with a protective instinct as I hold you tightly, feeling the steady beat of your heart. I never want to let you go.

After a while, I sense that you are about to wake up. I pretend to be still sound asleep as I hold you gently, while you gradually regain consciousness. Suddenly, you stir in my arms and your breathing quickens. You finally realize that I am holding you and I can feel your body tensing up. I pull you even closer into my embrace, not willing to let go of your warmth so easily, still pretending to be asleep as I inhale your scent. I can't resist the urge to press my lap against your soft flesh. The feeling of your heat engulfing me even through the thin fabric and your surprised gasp send waves of pleasure through my veins and my cock gets even harder.

You suddenly turn around to face me. When you accidentally brush against my aching bulge, I can't help but feel a jolt of pleasure, my senses hypersensitive. "Your hand is scary, touching somewhere like this on its own." I finally breath out, my voice sounding gruffer than usual. I take a sharp inhale as I try to control my physical reaction.

"I did not want to..." You quickly begin to apologize as you blush adorably. Despite your embarrassment, I can see a hint of curiosity in your eyes, and you stop mid-sentence, as if suddenly realizing something. "What are you doing in my bed anyway?" Your voice is wary.

Hm... so you really can't remember anything from last night. It was terrifying for me to watch you scream in pure terror, your eyes wide open but not really awake, trapped in your nightmares. Somehow, I managed to soothe your panic with sweet words, and I was able to lull you back into sleep while I held you tightly in my arms. You were finally able to sleep peacefully, but I could not fall asleep after that anymore, due to concern about you on the one side and the tempting sensation of your body on the other side.

"You can't recall last night? You had night terror and the only way for me to calm you down and get myself some sleep was sleeping next to you. By the way, you are welcome." I try to sound casual as I am not even lying about that fact why I crawled into your bed, but to be honest, it is hard to focus right now. You did not remove your hand from my aching cock since you accidently touched it, and it is desperately urging for friction as your heat sinks into my sensitive skin. I have to fight the primal instinct to grind against your warm palm.

"So, could you please remove your hand from my cock, Kitty? Or do you want to show your gratitude by lending me a hand?" To be honest, I will not mind at all if your hand slips under the hem of my pants. Damn. My cock quivers violently under your touch as I see the consciousness sinking into your mind. Oh Kitty, you were not even aware about the fact that your hand is still touching my cock until now.

I see your face turning red like a tomato in an instant as you tear your hand from my erection, leaving an unpleasant cold feeling on my heated skin. You are in such a hurry to get away from me that the momentum causes you to fall backwards out of the bed. I can't stop a deep chuckle escaping my throat as you land clumsily on the floor. But soon I feel guilty for teasing you like that and I wish you would touch me like that again.

I stand up to approach you, kneeling to grab your hands and remove them from your flushed face. Please, let me see this adorable side of you, Kitty. "Look at me." My voice sounds harsh, but your eyes remain closed, the discomfort is written all over your face. I recall your panic in the night, and I just can't stop worrying about you, so my voice is full of concern. "Kitty, are you okay? The night terror seemed to be vivid. You totally freaked out. What were you dreaming about?" 

Your voice is a faint whisper as you say one single word: "Monsters."