Blood curdling screams ripped through the serenity of the best dream of my life. Wes and I were on a tropical island with nothing but one another to feast on day and night. It was sexy, dirty, and a honeymoon idea in the making. Until the sounds coming from the man lying beside me shredded through happy land to plop me right down in the center of hell.
Wes’s body was twisted around the blankets, his head jostling back and forth, his body arching up a foot off the mattress as he continued to scream. Sweat soaked his skin, and I tried to touch him. The second I put an arm on him he shoved it off.
“Don’t fucking touch me! Get away from her!” he screamed at the top of his lungs.
What the fuck was this? I hopped out of bed, hit the lights, but he didn’t stop thrashing. The evil clutches of the nightmare held tight. I had read somewhere that you shouldn’t touch someone when he was flailing around in his sleep because he could hurt you. Not knowing what else to do, I grabbed the glass of water I had by my bedside, sent up a prayer to the big guy, and poured the water over my man.
His eyes opened and he sat up swinging his arms, one hand fisted and ready to strike. Yeah, I’m super glad I read that article about night terrors. I could have been on the floor with a black eye right then.
“Mia! Mia!” he hollered, looking around, his eyes blank, unfocused, his tone desperate. I got close enough that he could see me. “Oh, thank God you’re okay.” He grabbed my hips, flung me on the bed, and was on me in two seconds flat. The sheets and comforter were kicked off the bed as he kissed, bit, and nipped his way over my neck, shoulders, and down to my breasts. He didn’t take the time to remove my cami, just pushed down the straps and freed my tits. His mouth locked on one at the same time his hand slipped into my panties and two fingers sank into my heat. It was a tight fit, the tissue swollen from earlier escapades, but it didn’t deter him. He was lost in his mind, and I was the antidote.
He roughly pushed my panties down, and in less than a minute from the time I woke him, I was pinned to the mattress and his cock was ramming home. He was a machine, plowing into me over and over with absolutely no finesse. His single goal seemed to be the need to wash away whatever was clawing at the frail edges of his subconscious mind.
“Love you, love you, love you,” he chanted as he pounded into me. “Don’t go away.” I clutched him tighter, his pelvis grinding hard on my clit as tendrils of excitement ripped painfully through me even at the punishing pace. I was a slave to this man’s body, and he was my master.
Wes’s eyes were closed tight, his bottom lip clenched between his teeth as he mindlessly fucked me. Firm hands held my hips, crushing our bodies together over and over. While he jackhammered into me, he started speaking quick words, nonsensical heartbreaking pleas, as if I weren’t even there to hear them.
“Want you.” Thrust.
“Need you.” Thrust.
“Stay.” Thrust.
“Don’t leave.” Thrust.
“Love you.” Thrust.
“My Mia.” Thrust.
Wrapping my arms and legs around his body, I held him as tight as I could, a full body vise to protect the man I loved.
His hips stopped moving so fast and hard as he opened his eyes. “Mia, you’re here. My Mia.” The words were reverent, as though if he blinked I’d disappear.
“Wes, baby, I’m here, right here.” I clung to his body, wanting him to feel the heat of my skin and the strength of my limbs wrapped around him.
Small lines appeared around his glassy eyes. “Make it go away. Need to make it go away.” His tone was desperate, and I’d have done anything to take whatever it was away, fill the space with love and light, and everything that was us.
“Take what you need from me,” I whispered and kissed along his hairline, his forehead, and anything I could reach until the thrusts of his body into mine prevented me from doing anything other than holding on.
Wes slipped both of his arms under my back to curl around my shoulders. The leverage this gave him was insane. He ratcheted up the pace and rocked me on his velvet-covered-steel cock so hard my teeth rattled. There was nothing I could do but hang on for the ride, and holy hell, was it rough. Toward the end, when the thin sliver of his sanity was about to fracture, he ran his hand between our bodies and circled my clit until I found pleasure. That one little speck of decency—Wes’s need to please—reminded me that the man I loved was, for the moment, a lost soul, and with my help, he’d find his way out of the darkness and back into the light.
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