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Hearing a growl, and mumbled words that don’t really make any sense, I slowly turn my head and look at Jace—I wish I hadn’t—the hair lifts on the nape of my neck as a cold dread slides over me…he’s having a nightmare.
It’s not as though we weren’t expecting this but I think, deep down, I’d convinced myself that he wouldn’t suffer while I was here to keep them away.
The reality of having him thrashing around beside me soaked in sweat, his face twisted in anger, and the muscles of his neck corded with tension, is terrifying and I know what he begged me to do. If only I can get my legs to work because right now I’m frozen. Nothing wants to move.
I need to do something though, because he trusted me to do as I promised, but how, if my limbs won’t work?
Move. Savannah, move your ass.
I’ve no idea what Jace is shouting because it’s a jumble of words, but as he starts cursing a blue streak, I finally pull myself together and start to move.
Not wanting to disturb him, I slip one leg out from beneath the quilt and slowly start to follow, thinking that I can slide out to the floor and then crawl to the bathroom. If I’m completely out of view, there’s less chance of disturbing him, right?
With my heart in my throat, I finally make that move to the floor and find myself lying on my back, staring up at the ceiling, praying.
My heartbeat is racing with fear, not just for me but because I know if Jace so much as touches me while he’s lost in the past, he’ll be distraught.
Turning onto my hands and knees, I slowly creep along the floor, and with the bathroom maybe two feet away, I hurry my pace…and that’s when it all goes to shit.
I accidentally bump into his flex-foot cheetah, or ‘cheetah’ as Jace calls it, knocking it to the floor with a clatter.
Before I can move another inch, Jace drops on my back, knocking the air out of my lungs.
He grasps my wrists and pins them to the floor above my head with one of his large hands.
“Jace,” I whisper, fear, or lack of oxygen, tightening my voice, take your pick.
With how he’s crushing me and has me pinned to the floor, I’m going to presume he’s still in the past. Ryder told me a few days ago that if something should happen and I find myself ‘stuck,’ to freeze and not fight him. Apparently, Ryder fought him, way back then, and he’s convinced that’s why he ended up with a black eye. He thinks if I play docile, that Jace will back off and maybe come back to the present.
It’s difficult and I’m starting to see stars, as I can’t inhale fully.
Jace is still heavy, his breathing thick and fast beside my ear.
Bucking up into him, I try to dislodge him slightly, just to get a bit more air, but he doesn’t budge. His hold on my wrists slackens slightly, but there’s nothing else. He isn’t thrashing around, and when I buck up into him again, I feel his arousal—long and thick.
How can he be aroused? Is he back with me?
Feeling relief that Jace is back, I sigh, and rub up against him, hoping sex will pull him completely out of his nightmare. He lifts off me slightly, and I feel his erection drop between my legs, the head rubbing against my pussy, causing flutters of arousal inside me.
His hand is between us, and then the next minute, he shoves into me. I gasp with a mixture of pain and shock—I’m only slightly wet, and was not expecting such a shocking entrance.
Jace roars, and pulling me up to my knees, grips one hip so tightly, it’s painful. He shoves my face into the floor with his other hand…and then he starts fucking me.
This isn’t Jace.
“Jace, stop.” I squirm, but he holds me down. “Jace,” I cry, trying to get through to him, my panic rising.
He pounds into my pussy, not caring what he’s doing to me. I’m not even sure he knows it’s me he’s fucking. If he’s still lost in time, it could be anyone he’s imagining having pinned down.
His hand holding my face to the floor moves as he reaches under me, and starts pinching and rolling my nipple. I want to cry because my arousal is starting to catch up to Jace’s.
How can I be aroused when I know he isn’t really in his body right now, as weird as that may sound?
But every slide of his thick cock is heightening my pleasure, and then I feel his lips on my spine while he continues pounding into me, and I give way to my tears and cry softly into the floor.
With pleasure and heartache mixing, Jace starts rubbing and pinching my clit, and I can’t keep my vaginal walls from rippling with pleasure along his cock. Within seconds, I climax with tears streaming down my face.
Jace groans behind me, and shoving to the hilt inside my channel, starts grinding on me as his orgasm tears through him. His only saving grace right now is that he whispers, “Savannah,” when he releases.
