Everything is okay now

15. A little hot in here

I guess I won't be deleting this story, because there's actually some people that actually like it. Thank you for the 2k reads, by the way. I freaked out. :)
Anywho, enjoy this chapter. I tried to make it a bit cute.

I can't breathe and I feel as if I'm on fire.

I can't really comprehend anything that I'm doing, but I know I've thrown the covers off of me, and I'm bending over, trying to inhale breath so that the fire doesn't burn me from the inside.

I'm miserable, and I'm seeking for a way to ease all of this.

Someone's screaming, a loud, horrible scream. It takes me many moments to realize that it's me.

"Janelle? Oh sweetheart. Crap. Crap. This isn't supposed to happen yet! You're not ready!" I can feel myself shaking from the many things that I am feeling. What does Jonah mean it's not supposed to happen yet? What's not supposed to happen yet?

I'm so hot that I can only shake and scream from the heat. Everything is blurry to me now.

I feel a tingling sensation, and I know it must be Jonah. His touch surprisingly makes the pain bearable.

"Janelle baby, you're in heat. I never told you about this, but it's like... it's like a period, except it's about one million times worse. Now that we've found each other, you will no longer get periods, but you'll go through heat. I know this is probably horrible for you, but it will get better.

Heat can be soothed my a mate's touch. Right now I'm just holding you, and I'm not doing anything, and it's helped a bit. You're no longer screaming, at least. I can't bear hearing you scream... unless it's my name.

Anyway, as I was saying, the more I touch you, the less pain you have."

He is holding me in bed, and I feel one of his hands under my shirt, rubbing my stomach. The feeling makes me  lean into his touch. 

His mouth grazes my ear, and I hear
"You are mine. Only mine."

I turn to face him.
"I'm nothing special, Jonah. You could do so much better than me." The lights are off, but I'm positive his eyes are dark, because his grasp on me is so tight, I'm struggling to breathe.

"Don't you dare let me ever hear those words again, Janelle." Jonah growls.

"I'm sorry, I-"

"No. Never say that again. You are the best thing to ever happen to me, and I will not let my baby say that she isn't good enough. I found you covered in bruises and cuts, and I wanted to murder whoever did that to you. I still want to but I know you don't want that so I'm just happy knowing you're with me and that you're safe. You're mine. Mine. So beautiful and sweet, absolutely perfect."

Jonah is the guy every girl wishes to have. I couldn't have anyone better.

Neither of us speak. Jonah rubs a finger over my stomach, and kisses my forehead, something that is almost a habit for him now.

Suddenly a feeling unlike any other takes over me. I want him, and I want him now. 

"Jonah..." I gasp as an overwhelming pain takes over me. His name is like a song in my head, it's on repeat. I can't get it out and I don't want it out. Jonah lets out a roar that I'm in no way afraid of. In fact, the sound creates a strange sensation in between my legs and now I want his body between my spread thighs, doing things only he is allowed to even think about doing to me.

And after I cry out my feelings for him, begging him to take me, he does exactly that.

We make love the entire night.