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Chapter Thirty- Six

Danica

I am floating in a sea of tranquility. Absolute heaven, these clouds that cradle me, and I sink further into their tender embrace. Time remains still as minutes and hours blur into oblivion and I am filled with a sense of peace as my body slowly comes to life. The first inkling of awareness tickles the recesses of my brain as warm sunlight brushes gently across my face.

I groan softly, a quiet protest at the thought of being pulled out of my serene place of respite. A soft crackling fills the air, and as I drift down from heaven, I slowly come to awareness; noting that I am not, in fact, floating on the clouds but instead, am lying in the most comfortable bed I have ever lain on; silken sheets and fluffy pillows cradling me in their softness.

And that crackling I heard? The glowing embers of a banked fire greet me as I blearily open my eyes, noting the comforting warmth and soothing sounds that act as my own personal lullaby. Lazily, I stretch out, back arched in a graceful feline posture, and yawn while continuing to take in my surroundings. Soft hues of an orangish-pink, the early morning sunlight, illuminates everything in its path as the earliest rays travel through the large windows and cross slowly towards the bed where I lay.

The room is muted, soft tones of cream and gray, in a delicate balance of masculine and feminine accents. Everything about this place is unfamiliar and yet it feels so welcoming, like coming home after being lost for so long. Confusion fills me as I try to process where I am, how I got here. And then it hits me like a brick, the events of last night. The bloody note, Theo, the club. My cheeks flush with embarrassment at the thought of how I let myself give in to his sensual touch, the rhythm of his hips as they ground into me, moving in time to the music.

As I am reliving those libidinous moments, I flush with arousal at the memories, the whole of me feeling suddenly overheated. Slowly, I run a hand down my body, pausing for a brief moment at the surprise of finding that my pants have been removed. I slide my hand slowly inward, until my fingers reach the thin barrier blocking my core. With practiced movements, I push aside the soft cotton, until the tips of my fingers reach my center. Brushing gently past the folds, I make quick work of sliding my fingers inside. And while it is not surprising given the circumstances, I am slightly resentful of how quickly he can make me wet. Even when he isn’t here; even when he has no idea what he is doing to me.

Fingers slick with my own arousal, I slowly drag them higher, focusing on my clit. Soft, slow circles around my swollen nub bring that flush of heated desire from my core and I feel my face warm as my body begins to burn with need. Giving in fully to the moment, to the serenity of my surroundings and the peace that I have not felt in so long, I bring my other hand up, tweaking my nipple through the thin cotton of the shirt that Theo must have helped me change into, though I was apparently too exhausted to remember it.

Friction from the material against my sensitive skin chafes in the most satisfying way and I moan softly, unable to hold it in. My body becomes electrified as sensations overwhelm me. My fingers begin moving more firmly, the strokes and circles becoming more focused as I increase in speed. With my free hand, I switch to my other nipple.

Giving it the attention it has sorely been lacking, with nimble movements I take my time as I pinch at the tight bud before firmly twisting. I don’t stop until I am met with the sweet and bitter relief of where the pain and pleasure collide and pool in my core, and I can’t help the gasp that escapes my lips as my body begins to coil in tension. “Ah! Theo!” The words are a breathy moan, but I couldn’t stop them even if I tried.

I explode around my fingers, and as I fight to catch my breath, I become aware of another figure in the room.

“è stata la cosa più bella che abbia mai visto, amore mio.” There is a fire blazing in his eyes, belying the casual way he leans against the far wall, watching me. And in that moment, with his ravenous gaze upon me, I am taken back to another night of passion, another blissful moment suspended in time.