The Pentagram Child(48)

“Ssshh now, I’ve got you. Go back to sleep.” A deep and powerful voice spoke softly, one that vibrated through me thanks to my close proximity. I felt a large hand smooth down the back of my hair and the action made me moan without shame. Well if I was going to enjoy this dream I might as well… really enjoy it.

I let my head fall back and this soothing hand suddenly gripped my hair at the base of my neck, igniting a blissful bite of pain. This caused a captivating tingle to course down my spine and come to rest in between my thighs.

My eyes fluttered open to find the most intense purple gaze staring back at me from above. For long moments we both seemed frozen, suspended in time from the force of what our bodies were desperate to do. But it wasn’t only our apprehensive minds that held us back… it was also our fragile hearts.

This was when everything became as clear as the morning sky overhead and it took me a while to bravely find my voice.

“This isn’t another one of my dreams, is it?” On reflection I could have just said ‘I’m not dreaming am I?’ instead of alerting him to the fact that I obviously dreamt about him often.

“By the Gods I hope not.” He replied in earnest and my breath caught as my fingers twitched against his skin. We were still connected in a loving embrace and it looked as though neither of us wanted to change that anytime soon. I shamefully took the time to bask in the glory of it and absorb all the sensations I possibly could before my personal Heaven was ripped away from me as it usually was. I knew it was wrong and so did Draven if the pained expression on his face was anything to go by. However his arm still remained around my body like a vice and his fingers were still embedded in my hair, if a little less forcefully but no less possessively than before.

It was as though we were both scared to move, bringing with it the end of the first connection we had felt in so, so very long. In the end it was my body that ruined the moment and growled angrily at me to feed it. Draven’s eyes widened at the noise and I felt the heat of embarrassment show on my skin. Then he leant closer to me and for a wonderful moment I thought he was going to kiss me.

“Is there a bear on the roof?” He said after comically looking off to the sides. I laughed and then brought my arm around to slap him playfully on the chest. He smirked down at me and I rolled my eyes at him making him throw his head back and laugh. I can’t lie and say it was the worst way to wake up in the morning but it painfully took me back to those perfect days when this would never have been awkward. Back to the days when he would have simply pushed me firmly to my back and woken me with his hands worshipping every inch of my body, getting me ready to take him. The thought was sobering enough for me to push out of his hold and for a moment it felt like he didn’t want to let me.

I sat up and stretched out my arms, no doubt looking like I was trying to direct traffic. I looked down half way through when I heard a chuckle and saw Draven had turned to lay fully on his back and put his hands casually behind his head. The sight made my mouth dry and it felt like a bucket of hot sand had been poured down my throat. Jesus, but could this man get any hotter?

The sight of his biceps bulging from this new position made it look as though he had been injected with rock. The material strained around them and it was only after minutes of staring at him silently did I realise he had finished his chuckling long ago. My eyes shot to his and once again I found the purple fire licking at the edges of his irises.

“For your best interest, I strongly suggest you don’t look at me that way again, Keira.” Draven almost growled at me and this shook me enough to do a double take.

“Uh…Sorry?” I whispered as his perfection had once again stolen enough of my breath to speak normally. He bolted upright so quickly I gasped as he grabbed onto my arms and pulled me roughly to him.

“Let me make it even clearer for you, my little beauty… my restraint around you hangs by a single thread but giving me those ‘make love to me’ eyes of yours, well let’s just say that acts as a knife’s edge held to that thread…do you get me?” He said frowning down at me and looked both seriously frustrated and utterly turned on. I looked down before I could stop myself and saw the unmistakable bulge painfully tight, locked underneath the denim and running down his thigh. Christ, but was he always that huge!?

“Eh…I…yeah I…”

“Yeah, you get me now, sweetheart” He said after seeing where my gaze landed. He suddenly got up from the floor bed and I was left still searching my blank and useless mind for some words when he said my name,