Stolen Dreams (Dreams #4)

Chapter Fourteen

LILAH

“L ilah.” I’ve heard him say my name before in every single tone that one could say one’s name. Indifferent, angry, annoyed, but never, and I mean never, like this. Soft but tight, and more importantly, needy, like he needed to say my name to continue breathing. My eyes fixate on his, wishing I had more light than just the moonlight, in order to see how his eyes are. So I could memorize them, just like I have all the other ones. I’ve grown so used to his glare that every single time I’ve seen him over the past couple of days, I would secretly stare at him to get another one of his looks memorized. He moves his head to the side, and my brain finally catches up to what is going to happen right now, making me gasp as his hand on my cheek slips into my hair.

I am not sure if it happens in slow motion or if my mind is just making sure it never forgets this moment. My pulse speeds up, every single nerve in my body tingles, the back of my neck gets hot, and my stomach flutters as if there is a family of butterflies inside me. My hands get clammy when I feel his tongue come out and lick my bottom lip. At this moment right here, I know what euphoria feels like, or at least this is what I think it is. In his arms, his hands on me. His head moves to the side, and I can’t help the gasp that escapes my lips the second before his lips touch mine. My eyes flutter closed for just a second, but I force them open to make sure this is real and not another one of my daydreams. His tongue comes out to lick my bottom lip before sliding into my mouth. This time, I can’t stop my eyes from closing, and my tongue eagerly comes out to play with his. If his hand wasn’t wrapped around my waist, I would fall, my knees almost buckling.