Page 125 of Stolen Voices

I pinch my eyes closed, trying to slow my racing heart and thoughts. I’m afraid to fall asleep and wake up alone in bed to find out that this was all a fever dream.

“I’m too scared to sleep,” I confess in the dark.

“Bad dreams?”

“No.” I bite my lip.

“What are you scared of, Callie?”

“What if I wake up and you’re not here, and this was all a dream?”

Eli rolls us onto our sides so we face each other. I can make out his profile in the dark, and he pushes a strand of my hair behind my ear. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m here to stay.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” He dips his head and takes my lips with his, sealing his word with a kiss.

The invisible ropes around my chest wind tight, squeezing the breath from my lungs, but as Eli kisses me, he breathes life back into me.

For the rest of the night, we share slow, drugging kisses full of hope and promises of a future forged together.

twenty-seven

Callie

Elisnoressoftlyonthe pillow behind me, and I sink deeper into his thick arms as he cradles me tight to his chest in sleep.

My insides are ablaze with a giddy energy that has me wanting to jump out of bed and do a little victory dance.

Before he came back, I spent the hours mentally freaking out and over-analyzing every word he’d spoken to me before he left. Thankfully, I was worried for no reason.

He came back. He’s here, in my bed, holding me. I almost can’t believe it. It’s my fantasy come to life.

Last night, when I opened my eyes to find him watching me at the foot of the bed, I never in my wildest dreams would have imagined him pulling his cock out and jerking off until he came all over my body and claimed me as his. But he did, and it was by far the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.

My lips tingle, puffy and swollen from overuse.

After I had confessed to being afraid that he’d disappear by morning, Eli made sure to remind me of his presence and kissed me until we finally fell asleep in the early morning hours. While I could kiss Eli all day for the rest of my life, I think I enjoyed the time we spent talking between kisses, exchanging more stories about our childhoods, and I even convinced him to tell me all about his high school baseball days.

I love learning about him, digging into the many complex facets of his personality. He’s sexy, sweet, and incredibly thoughtful. There’s also this edge to him, lying underneath his cool façade, that I’m dying to meet.

Last night, when Eli walked in on me fingering myself, he dropped his guard and let me experience a taste of a side of him he holds close to his chest. He was a possessive, growly, filthy-talking man. A man possessed with the need to claim me, and I was ten out of ten in favor of letting him own me. But only Eli.

I know he only wants what’s best for me and it shows, so when his possessiveness borders on protectiveness, it’s hot as hell and my body instinctively responds to it.

Eli shifts in his sleep, and his not-so-sleepy cock pokes me in the ass. Not wanting to wake him, I bite my lip and stifle a moan as my core flutters, wanton and in need of relief. This is the second time I’ve woken up in his arms and his morning wood resting between my butt cheeks, and I’m already obsessed. I want this every day.

I’d also prefer he sleep naked so I could act as his alarm clock and slide back onto his cock, lazily riding him until he wakes up and takes control, fucking me hard until he comes deep inside me.

Pushing my naughty thoughts away, I lie still, running my fingers up and down Eli’s forearm as I hum softly to myself. An unfamiliar warmth swells like a helium balloon in my chest, making me feel weightless.

Is this happiness?

“I like waking up to the sound of your voice.” Eli’s inflection is rough, riddled with sleep.

Yep, it’s definitely happiness. “I’m sorry I woke you.”

“Don’t be.” He nuzzles my neck, kissing the sensitive skin behind my ear, sending shivers down my spine. Eli grips my hip with a groan. “I thought I told you to keep still.”