---- pulled me back, leaving me vulnerable to his eyes.
Next, I feel something soft on my naval.
No....
These weren't fingers.
They were wet yet soft.
Warm.
Lips.
I feel my gown moving higher and those lips tracing along its hem.
Kissing my wounds.
Not leaving even an inch.
As if they intend to take away my pain.
My back arches as those lips reach my thighs and I come undone as I feel a hot breath fan my core.
My thighs try to press together but again those chains stop me.
More.
T wanted more.
A little more.
But he was gone.
That touch.
That warmth.
Vanished like they weren't even there.
---- eee But they were.
The wetness pooling between my legs and damping the sheets below was the evidence.
He was here.
This is not a dream.
It cant be....
Right? Another night, another dream yet this time I was lying on my chest.
My wrists were still chained above my head.
I groaned trying to move but I couldn't.
Paralysed like all those other dreams.
And then it returns.
That touch.
---- Those sparks.
And my entire body shivers involuntarily.
My body is barred from senses.
I cant hear, smell or taste.
Yet his touch...
it's like a live wire that sets all the cells in my body on high alert.
The cloth covering my naked form is lowered.
Cold winds hit my back but not for long.
The warmth of those lips touches my scars.
Tracing every inch.
From right to left in a cross cross.
My toes curl and a strange sound leaves my lips and I feel that touch withraw.
No.
Longer.
His touch is the only thing holding my sanity.
The only thing I wait for in this endless darkness.
I bite my lip to stop making any sounds and my body rejoices as his touch returns ---- os Slower...
yes.
Warmer...
Leaving a hot burning trail behind.
I was smiling in my half-conscious state.
My eyes were closed.
When the last touch kisses my tailbone and then retreats.
Those huge warm hands grab my bottom almost possesively and then nothing Gone.
I wish I could turn and look at him.
I wish I could hold him back to press his lips on mine I wish I could tell him how sorry I am.
Because somewhere in my heart I could recognise this touch even when my dead body was getting lowered into the casket.
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