I sat and contemplated and analyzed and designed and schemed until I was satisfied with my stance and plan. By the time I reached the master suite, I could tell Rayna had showered and washed her hair before getting into bed. I showered and met her there. It didn’t take long for me to fall into slumber.
I lunged from the bed. My body was heavily perspiring and my heart was racing, banging against my chest. I recollected images from my nightmare. My head swung over to find Rayna and I saw her resting peacefully as her, now short hair was tidily in place on her pillow. I knew it would take some time for me to adjust to not having her long, wild mane splayed in my bed or in my face. Or my lap.
Desperate to feel her warmth, I lunged down and kissed her. My lips moved hard and swift as I grabbed the back of her scalp, urging her to awaken. I needed her. New visions of Thompson’s mouth over Rayna’s and her receiving his, just outside of her bedroom, at her place in Redondo Beach caused me to shiver as I tried to catch my breath. She walked him into her bedroom! Rayna eyes shot open and her lips hardened.
“Brimm,” I called out to her to let her know that I was in need of her.
I wanted to calm her. My tongue swooped into her mouth as though I was wiping away any traces of another man. What the fuck am I doing? The Thompson shit had crept into my subconscious and manifested in my dreams. For the first time in my life I was physically shaken. I rolled her over onto her back and lowered my boxers to enter her. Her breathing accelerated. I put the head of my dick into her warm folds.
“No. No, Azmir. I’m too sore…” Rayna panted.
“Shhhhh…” I beckoned. I couldn’t stop myself. “I’ll take it slow.”
I could feel her juices with the tip of my cock. She was always ready. I took my time working her in. I had to feel her, had to claim her. Possess her. Rayna was warm and the more I stroked, the more inviting she’d become. I felt her tensing underneath me and I buried my face in her neck to hide my guilt. To shield my barbaric nature. As much as I knew it was wrong, I couldn’t fight the impulse to do it.
What the fuck!
I felt the warm tear that ran from her left eye when it traveled down to my forehead. I knew right away she was crying, but I couldn’t stop. I angled my hips to be sure to hit her most sensitive spot. Within seconds, she shivered. I kept working her to work Thompson out of my head. I was alive inside of her. I felt that dominion while inside of her. And when she bowed off the bed and gripped my back preparing to come, I pumped harder until we climaxed together. In that moment, I swore I would never let Rayna go again.
Chapter 6
Azmir
Sunlight was shining on the other side of my lids, but I wasn’t ready to awaken. It was a long night. One that quickly turned into morning. As I start to recount why such is the case, I recall the horrendous events regarding Rayna.
Rayna!
My torso leapt in the air and I frantically searched the bed for my fleeting woman. Shit! She wasn’t in sight. I made my way out of the bed and did a quick scan over into the sitting room. No Rayna. I made my way over to the balcony, perhaps she was getting morning air. She’s done that quite often, the view is to die for she’s said. But the door is locked, which means there’s next to no chance she’s out there. Still desperate, I went and gave a cursory glance anyway. No damn Rayna.
By now, I’m perspiring—my fucking mouth is going dry and my heart is trembling. I make my way over to the bathroom. The door is wide open.
Shit!
“Rayna,” I call out, not recognizing the pathetic anxiety in my cry.
Nothing. No Rayna. Next was the closet. Only that was empty, too, as I walk in one door and make my way out of the other. This has to be another nightmare. Now, I’m sprinting out of the room and down the corridor, giving quick glances into each room including her dance studio.
No fucking Rayna!