Chapter 28
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
ENZO
T here’s no denying how separate I feel. I wish I could be in there with them, but every time I try to get out of bed, something stops me. I don’t know how to be with them like that. I feel like I missed out on so much while I was gone. Maybe one day it will be different, but for the moment I barely understand how I feel when it’s just Aurora and I together. I don’t think I can explore that side of myself with them yet.
My insomnia has been worse than ever since I stopped taking the sleeping pills. They were making me foggy and because I sleep well with Aurora next to me so I didn’t bother to ask for a refill for the script.
I can’t stop the smile that plasters itself across my face when I hear the soft snick of my door opening and the muted patter of her feet across my floor.
She hesitates and when I see the expression on her face my smile falls. “Hey, now,” I say, reaching out and pulling her down to sit on the edge of the bed. I’m sitting up and wrapping my arms around her body in a heartbeat. “Why so sad, little warrior?”
“I’m so sorry,” she says in a small voice, one that makes my heart ache. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”
“You haven’t done anything wrong.”
“I fell asleep and when I woke up everything just felt wrong without you,” she whispers. I wince because I feel bad that I can’t give her what she wants. Not yet. I’m about to say as much when she lifts her fingers to my lips, silencing me. “I know you’re not ready, and that’s not what I meant. I woke up, and I needed you. I feel bad for sneaking in here in the middle of the night and needing more. I need you too. I feel selfish.”
“There’s nothing selfish about telling me how much I mean to you. Making me feel wanted, needed,” I say, pushing the curtain of jewelled coloured hair back off her shoulder. The cascade of blue and green hues highlighting the depths of her emerald of her eyes. “I need you too. Nothing feels right without you,” I add, ghosting my words across the shell of her ear.
“What do you need, mio re? ”
“So many things. But how about we start with my cock in your cunt and your hands on my throat?”
“Are we fucking or sleeping like that?” she asks with a wide smile and her pupils blown.
I chuckle, bringing her back with me into the nest of pillows. Her legs fall either side of my lap and I breathe a satisfying sigh of contentment. “Dealer's choice. You’re in charge.”
Lifting herself onto her knees, she rolls her hips, skimming my crown along her seam before seating herself and taking every inch of me. She doesn’t move and I let out a soft hum of appreciation, feeling more at peace than I have since the last time I was entangled in her limbs. I can’t begin to fathom what it is about feeling her wrapped around my dick that brings me such an enormous sense of tranquillity, but it’s a feeling like no other.
Tension oozes from every pore, and she must sense it too because she folds forwards, resting her head on my shoulder and stroking her fingers along my collarbone, stopping at my nape and collaring me with just the weight of her hand.
“Sleep now, mio re . I’ll wake you when you’re rested.”
I’m drifting away in seconds, enveloped in her safety and knowing I’m home.