Chapter 6
Alice - Three Years Later
My fingers tangled in his hair as I felt his tongue rim around my dripping pussy. I widened my legs and moaned. His long, large fingers sought entrance, and I could hear the slurp of my wetness as his digits sank into my tight flesh.
I bit my lip until a metallic taste leaked onto my tongue. Instead of swiping at the wound, I felt my body grow hotter with need as I licked my lips, moaning at the taste of my own blood.
His fingers curled inside me as his mouth sucked at the little bundle of nerves.
I tightened my hands against his scalp as I felt my release coming. My nails dug into his face, smothering it against my seeping flesh. Something in me whispered that he could take it—that I could cut off his lifeline, yet he would still breathe for me.
And only for me.
He liked it rough. He liked to choke and spit on me. Loved to spread his cum over my body and watch as I licked it off my flesh.
A flicker of memory invaded me…he loved to spread another liquid on me too.
It had been so long since he visited me.
As if sensing my somber thoughts, he rose above me, his icy-blue eyes burning into my soul. The tenderness and love I saw in them overwhelmed me, and I closed my eyes against the emotion. My lips stung, and I licked them, tasting salt.
My eyes flickered open when I felt his gentle fingers stroke against my cheek. I blinked as more tears fell.
"Why do you cry?" he asked. His finger caught a teardrop before licking it off his thumb's pad.
"It's been so long," I whispered. I turned my head against his hand, lovingly kissing the center of his palm. I felt his breath shudder, and he let out a low, mesmerizing growl.
"My Queen." He bent to steal a kiss from me. I could feel a sharpness against my mouth, but instead of feeling frightened, it comforted me as more memories flooded my psyche.
His familiar term of endearment also warmed my body like a heavy blanket on a cold winter night.
My Queen. Always his Queen.
I cupped his face, memorizing his features, determined to etch them into my soul.
I can't forget. I can't forget.
"I love you, my Queen." His voice had a melancholy tone, and I could feel my heart mourning in twin anguish. He rested his forehead against mine, our breaths mingling.
I hated that our meetings were always tinged with a lingering sadness.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, clutching his shoulders desperately. "Don't leave me," I begged.
Instead of answering, he lined his cock up with my pussy and slowly inched inside. I welcomed the burning stretch even though I protested the act.
He always left after it.
Selfishly, I wanted to soak in our love forever, whispering sweet nothings and murmurs of devotion into each other's mouths.
But I also lived for the violent love we made. The way our limbs tangled. The animalistic sounds we made. And when that pinnacle arrived, where his seed seeped into me—it was my favorite final act because he reciprocated by taking my life source into his body.
"The sweetest nectar I have ever tasted," he would reverently say. "Nothing has ever compared."
As he moved inside me, his movements became a rapid blur. I tossed my head back and reveled in the familiar sensation. The pleasure. Nothing and no one had ever come close to how he felt inside me.
The sudden sting of his sharpness licked up my neck, and with a strength that almost matched his, I flipped him. His body quickly transitioned to under me, and he flashed me a primal grin. He knew how much I loved this position.
He sat up between my spread thighs, and I instinctively moved my head to the side.
My hips thrusted up and down on his lap, my breathing frantic, and my eyes closed…
anticipating the act of mutual love that awaited.
That carnal, criminally delicious deed that made me come harder than I ever have.
The way my insides clenched and released as the warmth left my body and into… him.
Him. Him. Him.
My love. My Ki…
"My Queen," he commanded.
My wet eyes clashed with his, gasping as they turned black. Instead of feeling frightened, I cupped his cheeks gently as I chanted his name.
"Yes, come for your King!"
Light burst behind my eyes as a sting penetrated my flesh—
I jerked awake with a gasp, panicking as my hands clawed at my neck.
Sweat beaded my forehead, and my body felt damp with it too. My breaths puffed out rapidly, and my heart was galloping as if it were about to pound out of my chest.
A deep, sorrowful sadness hit me, and my face crumpled with emotion. I rubbed at the pang of loneliness in my chest just as I felt it start to ebb.
One moment, I was collapsing under a great weight of grief, and the next, I was slowly coming around to the fact that all was right in my little world. I recognized where I was and what had occurred.
I’d had a dream. A nightmare?
For a minute, I was disoriented again. The room was dark and unrecognizable. My eyes closed, and scenes from a familiar place blinked behind my lids before they slowly faded.
Blue eyes.
I gasped, and my eyes flew open.
I remembered something! I never remembered my dreams. But there it was, clear as a picture in my mind.
Whoever was in my dream had blue eyes. Icy blue eyes, a color unlike any I have ever seen.
The edges were a deep, dark color, with the iris being an almost mirrored blue. So light and clear with swirls of jagged patterns.
My heart started to slow down to its normal pace as I fought to remember more details. But none came to me.
Except for blue eyes.
I shivered as my mind pulled my body back to the present, glancing around my room in order to ground myself in familiar surroundings. I spotted our dressing table, the half-closed door of our ensuite. The large window with cream-colored curtains gently blowing in the summer's night breeze.
A sound pierced the still air, and I turned to gaze upon my husband. David was gently snoring away, and I smiled in relief at the comforting sound of his sleep.
I rubbed at the space on my chest where my heart had returned to its normal beat, although the uneasy ache that usually lingered long after my dreams still refused to abate.
I hadn't had a dream like that in a long time. They used to occur frequently, every few months or so. The night before our wedding was the last dream I vividly remembered.
Well, vivid was a strong word. I just remembered waking up, sobbing uncontrollably, as if a loved one had just died.
David's sister, Bonnie, who was sharing a hotel room with me, had to call my soon-to-be husband to calm me down.
I had no recollection now, but apparently, I had been inconsolable; hiccupping through tears and rambling incoherently about soul mates and breaking someone's heart.
I couldn't explain anything to her in the aftermath because, just as clear as the dream was to me while I was in it, the details faded just as fast when I jerked awake.
It always happened that way.
And this dream was no different.
Except for blue eyes.
With a cautious glance at David, I slowly climbed out of bed and padded to our ensuite. Closing the door with a soft click, I turned on the light, blinking rapidly against the harsh glare.
Once my eyes adjusted, I pulled down my panties and sat to pee. My eyes were drawn to the spot on my underwear where my vagina had nestled. It was wet. I rubbed at it, and my finger came away with a sticky substance.
David and I didn't have sex before bed, so it must've been a very explicit dream.
I was frustrated that I couldn't remember.
I could recall some details of my other normal dreams, but these specific dreams—the ones that have haunted me for years—they always evaded me.
But now, I had a small detail. Icy blue eyes.
I could never recall what we did in these dreams, only how I felt when I woke.
The person’s features were still a blur.
I couldn't remember what was said or where we were.
I just knew that when I woke, my body suddenly shifted into panic mode—as if I were missing a vital part of me.
A sliver of sadness and déjà vu would hit before the feeling disappeared as I desperately tried to clutch at it like sand through fingers.
As I washed my hands, I stared at myself in the mirror. Green eyes looked back at me, bracketed by dark circles—made even more noticeable by my pale skin. My gaze zeroed in on my neck, and I frowned as I gathered my dark hair to one side. My neck tingled, and I absently rubbed the spot.
Another hit of familiarity washed over me, and I tilted my head farther, leaning closer to observe my smooth flesh. Just as quickly, the odd sensation vanished, and I sighed in annoyance at my foolishness.
I turned off the light and left the bathroom, moving softly back to bed. As I slid back into the warmth of our sheets, David gave a small groan and turned onto his back.
His eyes blinked open, and he frowned up at me. "Babe?" His voice was laced with sleep.
"I needed the bathroom," I whispered. "Go back to sleep, sweetie."
He gave a small grunt and closed his eyes before he stretched his arm out to me.
I smiled and sank into the comfort of my husband's arms without hesitation, determined to push aside the odd feeling in the pit of my stomach.
David's arms closed around me as I snuggled against his chest. His lips kissed the top of my head before he fell back to sleep.
It was a long time before I was able to do the same.