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"Did I hurt you, baby?" I ask, concerned, knowing I wastoo rough on her. Guilt slams into me hard.
"I'm okay. Just a bit sore. The bath is helping," she replies, bringing her hand up to rub the back of my neck.
"I'm sorry, baby. I'll make it better." I kiss the side of her head and reach my hand between her legs to start massaging her clit in slow, sensual circles. It doesn't take long before she is writhing in my lap, and my cock has taken notice of her ass rubbing so close to it. I close my eyes and try to suppress the urge to take her again. When I am around her, I feel insatiable. I want to constantly be inside her.
She slowly turns around to face me, straddling my lap and trapping my hard cock between our bodies. “Don’t be sorry. I loved every second of it. I would have told you to stop if it was too much. I promise,” she replies. I move a strand of hair, which has fallen into her face, and cup her cheek. Pulling her to me, so I can kiss her pouty, swollen lips. I lick the seam and she opens for me, allowing my tongue to lazily glide into her mouth. She sighs into the kiss, bringing her hands around the back of my head and threading her fingers through my hair.
Chill bumps break out over her skin, and I pull back a little. "Are you cold, baby?" She just slowly nods her head and gives me another quick kiss. I lift her off me, grabbing a towel from the heated rack and wrapping it around her. I snag one as well and quickly dry off, then tie it around my waist. I lift her up onto the countertop, grabbing another towel to wrap her hair in, so it dries faster. Opening one of my drawers, I pull out a toothbrush that hasn’t been opened yet and hand it to her.
"Wow, you're prepared," she remarks as she takes the toothbrush from me. I give her a wink. She hops off the counter, grabs the toothpaste, and brushes her teeth. Fortunately, this bathroom was built with a Jack and Jill vanity, so there are two sinks and plenty of counter space. After we brush our teeth, she puts her toothbrush next to mine, and I smile at the sight. Tugging her from the bathroom, she sees I remade the bed, and the look of shock on her face sends a jolt of pleasure through me.
"I can't believe you changed the sheets. Or that you even knew how." She laughs and nudges me in the stomach.
"Oh yeah? Is that how it is? You don't think I can do everyday things?" I raise my eyebrow, giving her a smirk, and she takes off across the room to get away from me. She isn't fast enough, and I grab her, throwing her onto the bed. We are both laughing as I tickle her ribs through the towel. I love the sound of her laughter and I want to keep making her do it. The sound is so comforting. I lean down and kiss her forehead, cheek, eyes, nose, and then her mouth.
"Let’s get some sleep, sweetheart." She nods and I pull her up, taking her towel and tossing it in the hamper along with mine. I pull the covers back and pat the bed. I slide in behind her, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her flush against me. I let out a deep sigh of contentment.
"Miles, I'm happy. You make me happy," she murmurs a few minutes later. I smile into her hair and kiss her head.
"Me too, baby. Me too." I close my eyes and drift off to the most peaceful sleep I have ever had.
Chapter 29
Elizabeth
Darkness.
It surrounds me, threatening to pull me into its shadowy depths. I've been here before, but I don't know which way to go. I need to run. I need to escape this blackness, before it drags me under. My throat clogs in fear as I see a dark, hooded figure closing its large hands around me. It's done. Over. It got me. I thrash around trying to escape it, but no one is around. Just me and my demon. He’s here to take me like before. It's just like before, except I’ve never been caught. Wait, I hear my name. Where is it coming from? He can hear it, too, because his grip on me loosens. I hear it again. Miles.
"Lizzie! Wake up, baby. I'm right here." I jolt awake with fear still coursing through my body. Opening my eyes, I see Miles leaning above my body. Cradling me in his arms; the look of worry is written across his face. I close my eyes to try and remember the nightmare, and this time I can actually remember pieces of it.
“Good morning, beautiful. I was worried about you.” Miles kisses my forehead, down the side of my face, and a quick kiss on my lips.
"I'm okay. It was just a nightmare. I'm sorry. I have those sometimes." I try to think back to the last time I had one, and I think it has been a couple of years. I don't even remember what happened later that day, but I’m sure something terriblehappened. That’s the way these dreams always work, ever since I was a child. It's like they are a forewarning of something malicious to come. I try to scoot away from him, so I can go to the bathroom and get a cold, wet washcloth to put on my head.
"You aren't okay. You were yelling out in your sleep and were flailing about on the bed. What were you dreaming of baby?" he questions as he pulls me further into his arms.
"Um, can you get me a wet washcloth for my face?" He rests me against the pillows, then jumps up, runs to the bathroom, and returns a moment later holding the cloth. He climbs back into bed and takes the washcloth, running it along my face. I close my eyes and soak in the coolness against my overheated flesh. He continues to rub the cloth over my face and neck, until he can see that I have calmed down.
"Can you talk to me now, sweetheart?"
"It's just this night terror I get sometimes. I don't really know what brings it on," I say with a quiver in my voice. Miles threads one hand through my hair, and the other skims over my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
"You've had this same dream before?" Miles looks at me with concern in his eyes. I hesitate for a moment. How do I tell him that when I have this dream, it means something bad is going to happen? He would probably think I’m crazy or something. Maybe I am just getting sick this time because it can mean that, too.
"Just… Ugh, yes, I’ve had this same dream before. I had it the night before my parents decided to get a divorce and have had it a few times since then. Every single time I have it, there seems to be something bad that happens that day. I promise I’m not crazy. Maybe I just have this bad dream and coincidently, something happens the next day. But the dream is so dark and scary. I never know where I am, and there is no one around. The only thing I know is that I need to run, toget away from the darkness. It's like instinct; I know that I have to run. In today’s dream, I actually saw a dark, hooded figure which grabbed me. That’s never been a part of the night terror before. Normally, it’s always the same." I take a few deep breaths, because I don't want to have to relive the dream over again.
"Just take some deep breaths; I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. It was just a dream. It doesn't mean something bad is going to happen, okay? I’ll always protect you. Do you trust me?" Miles queries.
"Of course, I trust you, Miles. You have already proven that you’ll take care of me. Maybe the dream stemmed from what happened at the gala last night," I say, looking up at him. His jaw tenses like it did last night when that man had his hands on me.
“You don't have anything to worry about,” he murmurs as he gives me a sweet kiss on the lips. I cover my mouth quickly. “No! I’ve got morning breath!” I try to get off the bed, but I’m hauled back against him with a thump.
“Do you really think that’s going to give me pause?” I turn my head into one of his luscious pillows and giggle as he tickles my ribs.
“Miles! Mercy! Mercy! You can’t tickle me five seconds after waking me up! That’s a criminal offense.” I shove back against his hard chest, but there is no escaping him. His arm tightens around my waist, and he presses my back against the mattress. He lowers himself on top of me. And just like that, the dream drifts further and further from my memory, until I'm not scared that something sinister awaits me today.
“How come you got to brush your teeth? I can smell your minty freshness,” I pout. He pulls my bottom lip into his mouth and nibbles before letting it go.
