Chapter 12: abeg for me
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The storm began in her sleep.
Ellie turned over in the silk sheets, legs tangled, breaths uneven. Somewhere in her dreams, it was raining — and she was trapped against a wall, just like earlier that day. Except this time, Salvador wasn’t holding back.
He was touching her.
Hot, demanding, dangerous — like only he could be.
She gasped softly in her sleep, her thighs rubbing together, the image behind her eyelids too vivid. His breath was in her ear. His voice, low and rough, whispering everything she had no right to want.
“You’re mine, Ellie. Say it.”
She whimpered, arching beneath phantom hands that weren’t really there, but felt far too real. Her lips parted, and before she could stop herself, she moaned aloud — a soft, aching sound that filled the stillness of the room.
“Salvador…”
The air shifted.
Unseen, silent, Salvador stood just beyond the doorway — the door cracked open by his hand, his shadow long and unmoving.
He’d only come to check on her. That was the lie he told himself. To make sure she was safe, untouched, unbothered.
But then he heard her.
Saw her.
Her body restless in sleep, cheeks flushed, mouth parted as she whispered his name like it was a sin and a prayer.
His name. On her lips.
A sound that made his chest tighten and his blood roar.
For a long moment, he stood there in the dark, his fingers flexing at his side, jaw clenching with restraint. He could see the outline of her breasts rising and falling beneath the thin satin tank top, her skin glowing under the moonlight spilling through the curtains.
His control cracked.
But not now. Not like this.
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The Next Morning
Ellie woke up warm, dazed, and far too… sensitive.
The dream lingered in her mind like a secret lover — her body still tingling with need, her heart still echoing the weight of his name.
She pressed her fingers to her lips.
God. Had she said it out loud?
She was still trying to calm herself when a knock echoed from the other side of the door.
Before she could answer, the door opened.
Salvador walked in without a word.
He looked lethal.
Dark trousers. Black dress shirt rolled to his forearms. No tie. No suit jacket. Just him. Barely restrained fury wrapped in elegance.
She sat up fast. “What—”
“You dreamt about me.”
Her breath caught.
“I—”
“You said my name.” His voice was low, unreadable. “Moaned it.”
Ellie swallowed hard, her cheeks burning. “I didn’t—”
“You did.”
He moved closer, the room shrinking with every step he took.
“I shouldn’t be here,” she whispered.
“Too late.”
He reached her bedside, and something in his eyes darkened — hunger, ownership, something feral. “You started it, Ellie. You moaned my name in your sleep. Now you’re going to beg me while you’re awake.”
Her breath hitched.
Salvador didn’t give her time to respond. He grabbed her wrist, pulled her to the edge of the bed, and dropped to his knees between her legs.
Her pulse exploded.
“Take these off,” he said, fingers tugging gently at the hem of her sleep shorts. “Or I will.”
Ellie’s hands trembled, but she obeyed.
The moment they hit the floor, he pushed her thighs apart and kissed her inner knee — slow, deliberate.
“Salvador…”
“That’s it,” he whispered, kissing higher. “Say it again.”
She did.
Over and over.
Each time breathier than the last as he devoured her like a man starved. His mouth, his tongue — he was ruthless and reverent, punishing and worshiping, pulling sounds from her that made her clamp a hand over her own mouth.
“Don’t hide it,” he said between strokes. “Let them hear who owns you now.”
Her body shattered like glass in his hands.
He rose after, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes never leaving hers.
“You think you can dream about me,” he said, voice rough, “and not face the consequences?”
She didn’t answer.
Because she already knew.
She belonged to him now — whether she wanted to or not.
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