Page 34 of Psychotic Nightmares

Well he’s flooding my overworked brain with all this information about his life, I struggle to take most of it in.

Apart from the fact he’s a fucking HITMAN!

What kind of hell did I get myself into this time?

“I’ll leave you to sleep.” He finally says. “Just,” he sighs, “please think about everything I said. I do love you, treasure. And I’m so fucking sorry. Foreverything.” He leans in close and gives me a quick peck on the forehead. “Sleep well.”

Dante steps out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist. We have come away for the weekend to a hotel by the beach for my birthday. I never really celebrated it but Dante was adamant on spoiling me, even though my birthday was last week.

But that’s what my man does, he goes the extra mile just because he can. I feel so lucky! What did I do to deserve such a blessing?

The tattoo on the left side of his chest is still healing from when he got it done last week. The cherry blossoms give an amazing background to the dark green Chinese dragon. I found the design in a magazine a few weeks ago and when I told him I think it would suit him, he surprised me when he turned up last week with a fresh tattoo to go along with the rest all over his body. I let my eyes roam down to his abs, then lower to his deep V and notice his dick twitching under the towel. God, I’m so lucky. Not only is he sweet and caring, but my boyfriend is drop dead gorgeous.

“Hey beautiful, I missed you.” He purrs and starts walking toward me, his hands hold my waist pulling me closer. The top of my dress starts to soak through with the wetness of his body.

Good job it’s the middle of summer and I can dry off quickly.

“I only went to the store for some wine.” I chuckle. “Aghh put me down.” I laugh. He throws me down on the bed and climbs over me. His wet hair drips on my face. “You’re getting me wet.” I groan, wiping off the droplets of water.

“Mmm really? Good.” I feel his smile against my neck as he peppers kisses over the sensitive skin.

Not what I meant, but I’m not going to complain.

His hand comes up and starts unzipping the side zipper of my dress. My skin goosebumps under his delicate touch. Dante already knows my body so well and it’s only been three and a half months since we started dating. He’s been so patient with me throughouteverything. He didn’t run when I asked to take it slow, instead he slowly got to know what I like and what I don’t. His touch is gentle and soft. I’ve never been with anyone like Dante and fuck I think I’m in love.

Could this be love?

I wrap my legs around him and pull him down. I feel his hardened cock press against my stomach, letting me know how much he desires me.

Does he feel the same way about me as I do him?

Reaching down I unwrap his towel and throw it to the side, scratching along the hard lines of his stomach as I do. He steadily starts licking and nipping up my neck to my jaw, quiet moans coming from the both of us. His hand comes up to squeeze my breast through my clothing, my nipples harden in reaction, grazing against the lace of my bra.

Sex was never really satisfying for me. It always brought back horrid memories. Yet with Dante, it’s like I can’t get enough. It’s like my body knows he can be trusted with it. I crave him like an alcoholic craves alcohol. Dante is my drug and I’m addicted. Not just to his touch. I’m addicted to his heart, his body, his soul.

I’m addicted tohim.

I love him.

I love him.

I love him.

The three little words repeat in my head again and again. I’ve never felt love before so I don’t know what it feels like. Yet this must be love, it has to be. I feel warm when I’m around him and cold when I’m not. My mind is consumed with thoughts about our future, if he would cry while I walk up the aisle toward him while I wear a white dress, what our babies would look like.

I picture us as a little old couple sitting side by side in comfy chairs in front of the fire, reading our books with cups of coffee on the little table between us.

I imagine us being buried together. Together in this life and the next.

I love him.

But it’s way too soon to tell him. I don’t want to ruin what we have by spilling my feelings too quickly.

“I need you.” I whisper. “Please.” I stroke up his length, he takes a shaky breath before capturing my lips with his. His kisses are passionate, slow and has my heart racing every time. Not just that, but the butterflies in my stomach go feral. I’ve never felt like this, ever.

“Patience, kitten.” He starts to stroke up my thigh, the silky fabric of my dress tickles as he lifts it. “You know it’s worth the wait every time.” He smirks. He may be a smug bastard but he’s right. His fingertips graze against the lace of my underwear. “So wet already.” He teases my entrance through the lace. I wrap my arms around his back, digging my nails in slightly. He moans quietly in my ear, then slips a finger under the lace and glides up my slit.

“Only for you.” I breathe. He finally stops his teasing and slips his finger inside. I lift my hips, begging for more. His lips connect with mine again, our tongues dance with each other, his finger moves in and out leisurely, and his thumb finds my clit. “Ahh,” I moan sensually between kisses.