Broken

Chapter 24

She drags her fingers slowly down his back, his skin slick with sweat as he runs hot kisses over her neck, nipping at her sensitive skin. Her thighs tense around his waist, she writhes her hips against his, arching her back as he groans above her.

"Negan," she moans, the heat building in the pit of her stomach almost unbearable.

"Oh, Eve," he groans, trailing his hand down her waist, her skin breaking out in gooseflesh in spite of the heat.

Eve rolls him onto his back, dragging her lips over his collarbone. The sounds she elicits from him alone send her close to the edge of somewhere she hasn't been for a long time. She'd almost forgotten how it felt, how good it could feel. "Oh, Negan."

He rises up, Eve wrapping her legs around his waist as she slowly rolls her hips, his lips smacking against hers as he tugs at her hair. She claws at a handful of his hair, crying out as he ghosts his lips over her throat, and settles over her breast, flicking his tongue over her nipple. "Negan."

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Negan's eyes flicker open, light spilling in through the curtain. It wasn't the light that had woken him though, but Eve. He turns to her with a frown, ready to wake her should she be having a bad dream.

His jaw drops open, and his lips slowly curl up in the corners as he grins from ear to ear. Holy shit! Negan watches as she writhes beneath the covers, moaning quietly to herself as if someone is showing her a damn good time, and he can't help but hope it's him. As if she'd heard his thoughts, she whispers his name. Negan gazes down at her, his cock throbbing as she continues to writhe on the bed. He lowers his hand, running his fingers over his length, then he freezes. Should i be doing this? Negan wonders, suddenly feeling guilty, as if he were taking advantage somehow. The devil on one shoulder tells him to go for it. It's not like you're fucking touching her. But the angel on his other shoulder tells him different. You know for a damn fact she wouldn't like it. And what if she wakes up whilst you're pulling your fucking dick like there's no tomorrow? Just lay the fuck back down, maybe have a little sneaky peek, and store this moment in the wank bank for later.

Negan lays back down, his erection pointing up at him almost angrily. He lifts the covers, staring down at the tent in his boxers. "Fuck off, asshole," he whispers, before dropping the covers back down. He turns on his side to face Eve, her movements seeming to have come to a stop. He smiles, realising this is actually quite a turning point for her, and as much as he'd love to tease her when she wakes, he'll do no such thing. Though her dreams seemed to have calmed down some over the past months, he still had to wake her twice a week on average, but he had never woke to her having a dirty dream before, and it made him smile that she was healing enough that something as natural as a dirty dream was occurring.

Her eyes flicker open, and Negan quickly closes his, not wanting her to know that he heard her.

Eve rubs at her eyes, her mind still hanging between dream and reality. As reality hits, she turns to Negan, praying that she hadn't disturbed him somehow by talking in her sleep, Eve horrified at the thought. He seems to be sleeping soundly, perhaps dreaming of something nice as he appears to be smiling contentedly. Eve plays with the idea that he's dreaming about her, and the thought that he might be having a dream similar to hers makes her feel warm between her thighs. As she lays there, she's surprised at her own reaction to this idea, that it makes her feel good, rather than coming with the usual side order of guilt, as if it's wrong to feel that way.