My legs shook.
My stomachclenched.
My body quivered, tightened, and spasmed all at once.
It was forceful, urgent, demanding.
If this were a dream, I didn’t want to wake up.
I wanted this.
Needed this.
Him.
The way his tongue sinfully played with mine, causing a loud moan to escape my mouth.
“Open your legs for me…” In one sudden movement, he reached where I wanted him the most, and my hands fisted the sheets.
I gazed down at him through hooded eyes, while he stared up at me with a piercing green that tore into my soul.
My eyes closed, and my head fell back against the bed as he devoured me. He gripped the back of my thighs, rocking my hips against the pressure of his lips. His fingers dug into my hip bones, enjoying this as much as I was.
My body fell forward, and that was when I locked eyes with Caribbean blue.
In seconds, I came undone, screaming, “Kraven!”
I gasped, shooting straight up in Julius’s bed. “What the hell?” I breathed out, waking up from a dream.
Or is that a nightmare?
My body throbbed, mimicking the pounding of my heart. I shook off the sentiment, pulling off the wrestled sheets that I gripped and throwing them aside.
I took a deep breath, roughly yanking my hair away from my sweaty face.
“What the hell was that?” I repeated to myself as I crawled to the end of my bed, desperately needing to get up and take a long, cold shower.
Welcoming the frigid water as I stepped into the tub, I lay my forehead against the tile, hoping it’d wipe away the guilt I felt from something I couldn’t control. The fact that my subconscious betrayed me wasn’t lost on me. If anything, it made me pay more attention to it.
I’d never dreamed about Kraven before.
This was new.
I pressed my hands against the shower wall, closing my eyes, still feeling his strong fingers all over my flesh. His body on top of mine, the heat of him. No matter how much I tried, how much I wanted to push away the emotions, it was no use.
My mind ran wild.
I stayed in the shower until the water ran cold. After drying off, I threw on some sweats, finished brushing my damp hair, and walked downstairs.
The house was always extra quiet in the morning, especially if Julius didn’t come home from work. I was always an early bird. Kraven was hit or miss. Sometimes I’d wake up and he’d be gone, and other times he was still sleeping.
Color me shocked when in front of my eyes was Kraven in all his glory, wearing only gym shorts low on his waist. He was pouring himself a bowl of cereal, reminding me of the night he came home drunk. Nothing ever came of that night. We hadn’t spoken about it since, if you could even call that a discussion.
Everything hit me at once, mixing into one big cluster of what the fuck…
Bowing my head in shame, I went to the fridge, which was the farthest away from him. It was Saturday morning, and Julius was working. Kraven was staying out late more and more, and a part of me felt like he was trying to avoid me. If it weren’t for tutoring him with his classes, we wouldn’t spend much time alone.
“You alright?” he asked, calling me out.
