Love of my life

Nightmares

Patrick woke up. He felt a weight on his chest. When he looked down, he saw that the woman of his dreams was beside him, her head on the crook of his neck, a hand on his chest. He smiled, caressing her face. She batted her eyelashes to reveal her mesmerizing, but still sleepy, eyes. She looked up at him, smiled softly, and reached out to caress his hair. Too fascinated to move, he let her do it, closing his eyes, inhaling deeply. He could smell her perfume, he could sense her shallow breathing, he could feel her smooth skin against him. Looking at her once again, he realized she was naked, a leg resting on his waist, her core dangerously near his manhood. She grinned, then sighed, while stroking his cheek. That was enough to drive him wild. He quickly locked their mouths in a heated kiss, pulling her beneath him. She giggled a tingling smile, her almond eyes almost slits of pure water the last thing he saw before feasting on her luxurious neck, scattering it with feathery kisses, before going down towards her breasts, which he sucked contently, making her moan and sigh with pleasure. He continued to travel south, licking at the soft white skin, biting it, making her tremble. As he reached the part he most craved, he felt her hands grabbing his hair, making him snort with pained pleasure. She was as eager as he was, he thought, as he looked at her entrance. He couldn't keep himself to plunge his tongue right in. She writhed, uttering an audible moan, begging him to continue. As if he even thought to move from there! He licked, kissed, caressed her with his tongue until she was almost crying with blissful pleasure. He couldn't take it anymore, he had to take her right now, he thought, as he climbed back on top of her, almost coming at the mere sight of her angel face overcome by desire and pleasure. He touched her right cheek, stroking it with his thumb. She opened her eyes, and in them he saw a desire he'd never seen on the face of any other woman he'd ever been with, not even his wife. He entered her with one swift, quick movement, and he had to stop himself from crying for how right it felt. She must have thought the same thing, 'cause she wrapped her arms around him, and began moving with him in sync. They swayed together as though in a dance, a romantic, lustful dance, while the air filled with their sighs of pleasure. All was well, all was blissful, all was purity. Until... Until she uttered a scream. Worried, he put a hand on her cheek.

"What's wrong, my love? What's wrong?" he asked, his voice strangled in fear.

"You're hurting me! Please, stop!" she said, tearfully.

He looked down, and watched in horror as blood came out of her vagina.

"Get away from me!!!" she yelled, scared and disgusted.

He tried to pull out, but he was stuck.

"Get away from me!!!!!!" she yelled again, even more loudly.

"I'm trying, I'm trying, my love, I can't!!!" he said, desperately.

"AHHHHHHHH!!!" her scream was heartbreaking.

He woke up with a start, breathing heavily. Shocked, he laid his head on his hands. He was ashamed of himself. Even if it was only a dream, he'd hurt that sweet, innocent woman. He was no better than her disgusting husband, which he was sure he'd done the same thing to her. Still shaken, he got out of bed, dressed up and went out for a stroll in the garden. He couldn't sleep anymore. He went towards the hall, switching on the lights, but he couldn't remember where it was, and found himself into the kitchen. He decided to fetch himself a glass of water, while he was at it. He opened the cupboard and took a glass, then went to the sink.

He almost dropped the glass. Startled, he turned to look at the person who had talked. It was Lorraine Warren.

He breathed, relieved.

"Mrs. Warren, I'm sorry, I got up for a glass of water, I didn't mean to wake you up."

"Fully dressed in day clothes?" Lorraine said, with a knowing smirk.