The Unseen Enemy Series

Chapter 33

Emma moaned as Dean thrust inside of her gently, her hands clutching the pillow under her. He was lifting her hips, pulling her back and forth on his c**k. She pushed back against him, hard, and he gasped.

“Christ, Emma… do that again.”

She did and she felt his whole body shudder. He grasped her under the arms and hauled her up onto her knees, holding her body against his. His hand moved between her lower lips to circle her c**t and when she moaned, his thrusts sped up. She threw her head back to rest on his shoulder, and felt his heart thumping hard against her back.

Dean couldn’t believe how good it felt to hold her again. He pressed his chest to her body as tight as he could, not wanting even one inch of space between them.

Closer. I have to get closer to her.

Her amazing body was shaking now, her p***y opening and closing around him, and he moved both hands to her upper thighs, holding her in place as his c**k rammed into her over and over again. She shrieked and closed her eyes. He felt her climax building and his own rushed up to meet him. Together, they came hard, writhing against each other, panting their release.

When her orgasm finally started to fade, Emma’s whole body went weak. If Dean hadn’t put one strong arm across her chest to hold her up, she would have collapsed forward onto the bed. His breathing was hot and fast as he mouthed kisses along her heaving shoulders, soothing her, murmuring into her ear that she was beautiful. She clutched his arm, leaned back against his huge body, trusting him to not let her fall.

It took a long time for Dean’s breath to slow, and he gently pushed Emma forward and down, staying on top of her the whole time.

He pulled out of her, hating to leave that hot centre, and lay down next to her. She cuddled back against him, her legs tucked up. He wrapped her in his arms, stroked her wild hair, his mouth nuzzling the back of her neck. She moved her head away a bit and turned to face him.

“God, baby,” he said. “That was amazing.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I missed you.”

“You did?” She looked up at him, and he leaned down and kissed her.

“I did.”

“I missed you too,” she admitted. “It was one hell of a week.”

Dean nodded. He’d been shocked at her pallor when he had first seen her that night. She really seemed to be getting weaker, more tired. She had some fresh bruises on her body, too, he’d been distressed to see. She had brushed over them, but he hadn’t been so easily convinced this time that she was actually OK.

He kissed her again. “Be right back.”

While he was in the bathroom, Emma ran her hands through her hair quickly, tugging any loose strands free and hiding them in a kleenex in her purse. It was falling out now, she was horrified to see, and that meant that her time with Dean was coming to an end. She absolutely refused to have him pull handfuls of hair out of her head during or after s*x.

He came back to bed and smiled at her. She smiled back, her heart tight in her chest. She knew now what she had to do, and it made her want to cry.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow I end it with him. Dammit.

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Emma woke up in the middle of the night. Her heart pounding, she sat straight up in bed, wondering what had disturbed her sleep. She glanced over at Dean, and the second that she saw him, she knew that it had been him.

He turned over suddenly and rolled away from her, clutching the bedsheets around him. He made a sound in his throat, something between a groan and a sob. Carefully, Emma reached out to touch his bare shoulder. He flinched away from her fingers and she backed off, not wanting to upset him more. As she watched, he flipped on his side again, kicked out a bit with his feet.

“No,” Dean muttered. “Kimberley, get down!”

Emma waited a few seconds and when he twisted and turned again, she reached out once more. “Dean,” she whispered. “Dean, wake up.”

His eyes flew open but she knew he didn’t see her. He shot to a sitting position and the terror and grief in his voice scared her silent and still.

“No!” he shouted. “Kimberley! Open your eyes… ”

“Dean, it’s OK. Wake up.”

“f**k, no… no.” Dean sounded heartbroken now. “Oh, God, please. No.” He lay back down and she saw tears on his cheeks. He was calmer, so she reached out again. This time, he turned into her touch, pulling her to him. She went willingly, her arms wrapped around him and she stroked his hair.

“Dean,” she said quietly. “Are you awake, babe?”

She sensed the awareness in his body now; his shoulders were tense, his jaw clenched. “Yeah. I’m awake.” His voice broke and he buried his face against her throat, breathing hard. When he started to shake, she held him closer, pressed her lips to his forehead.

“It’s OK,” she told him. “I’ve got you, Dean. You’re OK.”