red velvet room (m.j.)

Chapter IX

A/N: Hello all beautiful people! I am back with this new new. Enjoy my lovelies - Alex xoxo

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"You are more than just a dream."

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Sleep barely came to Michael as he laid on the same bed as Samantha, all snuggled up in his arms. His hands continuously running up and down her back to give her more comfort than she already was. When his hand reached the near of her bottom, Samantha inhaled a sharp breath and started to become conscious.

Michael's chest tightened as he watched her long lashes fluttering and her eyebrows creasing. It was a matter of time until she realised that she had a man sleeping right beside her in her room, in bed, and in the dark.

By the time Samantha felt that her whole body was enclosed by warm blankets and something else a little less twice her size, she knew that she needed to wake up to see despite the sun not lighting the dark sky this early in the morning.

She took a deep inhale through the nose and she was instantly greeted by a familiar musk that belonged to nobody else. She pulled her face away from the firm cushion and processed what was actually happening as she looked up at the face that once haunted her dreams.

Michael stared back, waiting for a reaction of any sort. Though, he was expecting something along the lines of him getting pushed off from the bed, but that never happened. Samantha remained still and stiff.

"Sam," Michael's voice hummed with vibrations from his chest being felt on Samantha's left ear. It was clear from her long silence that Samantha felt off from Michael's unexpected presence in her room.

"H-how did this happen?" Samantha's words trembled as she spoke. Her nerves taking control of her paranoid thoughts. She couldn't remember how Michael ended up in the bed with her. It was impossible for this to ever happen.

"Don't freak out sweetheart," he assured in his most gentle, in his softest. "This—is only a dream."

She couldn't believe it herself. A dream? This felt way too real for it to be a dream.

"Go back to sleep Miss Grigio. Let me—do this to you."

Michael bit his tongue from his choice of words. "Do this to you?" It sounded bland, and not very honest. After all, he wouldn't use words that he truly don't understand. Samantha relaxed a bit from the building tension, but she still remained to be awake. Michael noticed her state also and he was pondering why she hadn't shut her pretty eyes yet. "Why aren't you sleeping like I've told you to?"

Her breasts rose up and down as her heartbeat quickened the longer she looked into those eyes that were filled with desire, lust. The need to fall asleep became irrelevant, even though her tired eyes were heavily being winded down to an eventual close. Michael moistened his lips and that was when Samantha couldn't deny herself anymore.

She felt that it was right when she pulled his face closer to hers and she could feel the soft tight curls tickling her warm cheeks. When their lips connected, it was a kind of magic that never seemed to exist until today. Michael lost control of himself either when his hands traveled down to her well rounded ass that sculpted her tender waist, and pulled her closer than ever to his body.

Something rock hard was lightly tapping against her upper bare thigh which caused this burning passion to grow gradually. Being the dominating one, Michael got on top of Samantha and pinned her against the mattress, with her hands secured and locked in place and her head in between them. Their kiss broke for a second when Michael ripped the weak fabric of Samantha's tank top, leaving her topless already since she hadn't worn a bra underneath.