Chapter 20b
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The rest of the night passed uneventfully. Ally texted a few times. Apparently, word had gotten around about Kelton’s dog roaming campus looking for me. She demanded to know why I hadn’t told her about that. I explained, I’d never had a friend before. Well, not for a long time. Opening up about anything to anyone was still a new concept to me. For years, I’d run on the belief that you had to keep everything about yourself private. Everything. I couldn’t show my emotions or share my opinions because my brother and his minions, or my mother, would latch onto anything they could, twist it, and use it as ammunition to hurt me. Even something benign as walking someone’s dog.
Kelton mind linked me a few times too. His smooth, sexy voice still made my belly swoop every time I heard it. Though, by the time I tried to sleep, I regretted the choice to stay on my own.
I had the best night’s sleep beside him the night before. It was as if his presence alone had the power to chase away all my worries and fears, cocooning me in a sense of safety and warmth. His steady breathing and the gentle rise and fall of his chest lulled me into a deep slumber, where dreams danced in harmony with the reality of his arms wrapped around me.
But tonight, without him, I find myself restless- although shattered thoughts were banging around annoyingly. The bed feels emptier, colder, devoid of the comfort that his presence brings. I tossed and turned, searching for that familiar warmth, that reassuring touch that could calm the storm within me. Maya was not happy either.
The sheets seemed to cling to my skin, as if they too longed for his touch. The room filled with a silence that felt heavy, suffocating almost. I yearned for the sound of his heartbeat, the soft murmur of his voice, anything to break the stillness that engulfed me. For a moment I could have sworn the shadows moved.
I closed my eyes and tried to summon the memory of his embrace, the sensation of his lips against mine, to chase away my growing discomfort. But memories, no matter how vivid, could only offer temporary solace. It was his actual presence that I craved, the tangible connection that sets my soul ablaze.
My mind raced with thoughts of him. What is he doing right now? Is he thinking of me too? Does he miss me as much as I miss him? I found myself reaching for my phone, wanting to send a text, to hear his voice, to bridge the distance that separates us even for a moment.
But I resisted the urge, knowing that until now I’d always been able to function on my own. I needed to know that I still could. I wasn’t going to change who I am. I also felt that we both needed time to navigate this next step, preferable without him losing his job. It’s a delicate dance, this balancing act between longing and patience. One that was completely new to me.
Focusing on my breathing, I try to find solace in the rhythm of my own heartbeat. I imagine him beside me, his warmth seeping into my bones, his steady heartbeat syncing with mine. When I opened my eyes, the shadows were perfectly still. I’d imagined it, I let my paranoia get the best of me.
But still, the restlessness lingered. It wasn’t just that I missed him so intensely, it was also the guilt that we’d marked each other, binding our souls together, and the first thing I’d done was make a big decision without him. I didn’t tell him about it, nor did I plan to. Though I’d sent that email hours ago. I half expected the royals to think I’m crazy and ignore it completely. Maybe that would be for the best. My mind vacillated about whether I’d made the best decision.
“I can’t stop thinking about you”, his voice suddenly sounded in my head.
“How did you know I was awake?” I questioned.
“I can sense your restlessness.”
“I’m not… yes, fine. I miss you,” I admitted.
“I can help with that.”
I’ll bet he can, Maya interjected.
“It’s 1am. I’m not coming over now.” I ignored Maya, instead replying to Kelton.
“Oh darling, that’s not what I was suggesting. I want you to touch yourself.”
“What?” My voice sounded timid in my head, yet I could feel excitement swirling within me, heat pooling between my legs. My hand had already slipped lower the second he suggested it.
“Imagine my fingers rubbing your clit.”
So I did. My breathing quickened as I imagined him with me, surrounded by his scent, his hands on me.
“That’s it sweetheart”, his l**t-filled voice rumbled as I let out a little mewling sound.
“Tell me what you want”, his voice had taken on a husky quality. I imagined he had his hand on his magnificent python, rubbing it, just as I was rubbing myself.
“I want you”, I murmured.
“Imagine I’m there with you, my gorgeous queen. Imagine the sounds you’ll make for me. How will you feel when I bring you to o****m after o****m?”
“G...good.” I stammered, breathless moans coming hard and fast.
“Only good?” he questioned.
“Fantastic”, I damn near squealed as I could already feel the familiar pressure building down there.
He made a strangled response, something between a groan and a growl. Fu@k, it was sexy.
“Kelton”, his name slipped from my lips out loud at the same time as I sent it through the mind link. I was a completely open book for him right now.
“Are you ready to c*m for me?”
I nodded, which was stupid because he couldn’t see me. Yet somehow he knew.
“Words, darling.”
“Yes.”
“c*m for me, darling.”
I released a loud groan as I fell over that precipice as commanded.
“That’s my good girl.”
Fu@k me, the way he said good girl, sent another unexpected wave of pleasure through me.
“Goodnight, darling.”
“Goodnight”, I murmured back when my panting settled enough.
And with that, I could finally sleep.
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