Possessive Love

Chapter #6

That night I awoke with a start, my scream tearing through the sleepy silence. The room spun as I barreled toward the bathroom, losing balance and falling through the door just to be caught and pulled to my feet again.

I dropped myself to the floor and clutched the toliet as I emptied my stomach, groaning as the thought of my nightmare began replaying itself over and over again, not my scream but Kenton's ringing in my ears. It echoed through my head, bouncing around my skull, sending my food back up my dry, burning throat.

Someone pulled my hair back and I was grateful it was out of my way when I felt even more coming up. I had never been sick over a nightmare and the experience was something I'd rather live without.

My body longed for one person, aching for their touch and I found myself pleading for Kenton. Tears stung my eyes when I realized the nightmare may had truly been real. Again, his scream echoed through my head.

"Im here, I'm right here." relief washed over my exhausted body at the sound of his soft voice, and I began to cry.

My heart was pounding in my chest and my head spun wildly fast, but I was now aware of him holding my hair back and holding my hand deathly tight.

"It was only a nightmare, I promise." he whispered into my ear, planting a kiss to the top of my head as I sunk into his arms hiding my face in the crook of his neck.

My reaction to his touch came slowly, but seemingly more powerful. The shocks and slow spits of tingles braided together, trailing through me limb by limb.

I clung to him, my hands fisting his shirt and refusing to let go. With closed eyes I took in the never ending pulse of warmth, which surged throughout me. A feeling I was so new to and unfamiliar with but craving badly.

I was helped to my feet, refusing to stand at first but giving in when his pleading eyes met my own. His strong arms had lifted me up and onto the counter where I covered my face with my hands trying to get a grip.

I heard the click of the door being shut and the water to the bath began to run, the bathroom warming up in minutes. I drifted in and out of a sleepy state, being lulled to sleep from exhaustion.

"Just a little longer princess, I want to clean you up first." if it weren't for the dimmed shock of excitement from the small nickname he had given me I wouldn't have heard him at all.

My eyes reluctantly opened and met his again. "I need you to trust me." he murmered. I simply nodded my head, too tired to argue when he gently began pulling his t-shirt and sweatpants he had lent to me for the night off of my body.

I watched quietly while he slipped my socks from my feet, then helped me down from the counter. My body heated rapidly, acknodelding him and his hands that circled around my chest, unclasping my bra.

His eyes never left mine as he removed both my bra and underwear from my electrified but tiresome body. If his eyes had dropped down It wouldn't have mattered. I was too shaken up and tired. But they didn't. Not once.

He had earned my respect.

The bath was filled and I numbly followed Kenton as he lead me up the to the tub before helping me sink into the comforting water. I closed my eyes and felt the presence of him disappear.

Soon he returned with a clean pair of clothes, a t-shirt and sweatpants, setting them aside and pulling the shampoo and conditioner out from inside the shower.

My entire body erupted in pleasure as he began washing my hair, gentle and soft with each movement.

I was enveloped by a feeling of recognition. Of all my four years in highschool, dating, seeing people date, hearing about dating--never had I seen or heard of a love, or whatever this was, this way.