Chapter 2
Elani
My breath quickened as the insides of my body constricted. I didn’t get what was going on. My head fell back on my pillow as I gasped. I couldn’t register what was happening until my body convulsed. I felt him before I saw him as he lapped at my sex cleaning me up with his tongue. I reached out, running my fingers through his soft golden hair. His hair was longer, and I loved the feel of it on my fingers. I didn’t want to stop touching him.
“Please…” I begged him. Why was I begging like this?
He came up with a smile on his face as he hovered over me. My scent was all over him, and he took pleasure in it.
“Say it again, my love,” he requested.
“What would you like me to say, my liege?” I asked with a knowing smile on my face.
He positioned himself at my opening, entering me only a little bit. He paused, and I knew he was struggling to not thrust inside of me.
Through clenched teeth, he spoke.
“Say my name as if you’re praying to the gods,” he pleaded with me.
“You are all of the gods to me,” I genuinely said.
He heavily groaned.
“I’ve spoken to you about this, love. You cannot say such things to me while I’m restraining myself.”
“Yet, it is the truth I speak to you, Achilles. You are my heart.” A tear fell past my eye, and he thrust into me at that moment.
I shifted up the bed, and he pulled my body back. He began to move, resting his nose into the crook of my neck.
“Don’t say such things to me, love. It makes me feel inadequate, as if your love for me is much more than mine for you. It is not. I love you more than you love me. I swear it,” he said as he lifted one of my legs up and picked up the pace.
I wrapped my arms around his body as my fingernails dug into his flesh.
“Achilles…” I sang and sang like a songbird pleasing its master. He was my world. The love my heart swelled with because of him made me happy.
“You are my everything, Alana,” he whispered breathlessly as we climaxed together.
It took us awhile to come back down. When we did, Achilles didn’t move his big body off me. I enjoyed his warmth, feeling protected under him. He attempted to get off me, but I reached my arms around his neck so tight even he had to question the reason for this.
“My love, what is troubling you?” he inquired.
“Please don’t leave me. I’m begging you not to leave. Don’t leave me here alone, Achilles.”
He shifted a bit and turned to look at me.
“I will always return to you, Alana. No one, not even the gods, can hinder me from coming back to you. I will always come back to you.”
“Do you swear this?” I asked him with tears filling my eyes.
“If any man ever looked close enough, they’d find my weakness,” he said to me. I didn’t comprehend what he was saying. “What I am saying is, Alana, you are my weakness, not my heel, but you. You are the only thing that can make me drop to my knees and surrender. Nothing else can. Just you, Alana.”
He leaned in and kissed me so powerfully it woke my entire body up again.
I jolted out of my sleep. I sat up at the intensity of the dream. This was becoming a regular thing. For the past two weeks, all I kept dreaming about was me and that guy from the bar who kissed me. I couldn’t get him out of my dreams, even if I wanted to. The first week the dreams started, I was able to pretend like nothing was happening during the day, but the second week was horrible. I couldn’t get Ales out of my mind. I started waiting for him to come.
Frustratingly, I pulled my covers off me in my pitch-black room. I headed straight for the adjacent bathroom and flipped the light switch on. The light in the bathroom blinded me for a moment and then my pupils adjusted. I groaned as the soles of my feet reacted to the cold tiles. I walked toward the sink turning the faucet on and rinsed my face. As I had my eyes shut, images of Ales popped up behind my closed lids. Images of him thrusting inside of me as I declared my love for him messed with my mind, so I opened my eyes, staring at myself in the mirror.
I looked all kinds of crazy as my hair escaped its messy bun and reigned in its full glory as my dark brown mane went everywhere. I shut my eyes again and those images appeared again. My hands gripped the counter as I felt him on my body. I felt his rough hands as he ran them over my navel, holding me down to the bed, as he made love to me. I felt him moving inside of me, and I gripped the counter even harder. I threw my head back releasing a moan as I climaxed. Climaxing right then and there prompted me to open my eyes. It was as if a big bucket of ice cold water was thrown on me. I looked down at the evidence of me climaxing because of some wet dream with a man who I was going crazy over, yet he’d only kissed me once. I am officially nuts! I’m losing my mind over a man because he kissed me like he yearned for me.
***
As I arrived at work, I put on my best smile, so no one would notice my lack of sleep and how I was becoming sexually frustrated over a man I barely knew. A very delicious man, if I might add. When Ales first walked into the bar, the air in my lungs was desolate. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, not even when he came up to me. The moment he kissed me, everything in me wanted to melt into his arms. His kiss was inexplicable. There were no words I could put together to truly describe what it was. He kissed like he was part of my soul. And, ever since that damned kiss, I couldn’t sleep. My heart seemed to ache for something all of a sudden.
Even as I cleaned the bar and got ready for work, my heart ached for someone I’d never known or had a conversation with. I instinctively rubbed the left side of my chest over my heart. The feeling intensified to the point I felt like I might need to see a doctor. I didn’t even hear anyone approaching me until Jace waved his hand over my face. I blinked a couple of times before focusing on him.
“What did you say?” I asked him.
“I said, are you alright? You look like you’re in pain.” A concerned look was all over his face.
“No, no. I’m okay.” I shrugged it off and cleared my throat to get back to getting ready for tonight. Luckily, before Jace could continue probing, Stacey walked in.
“Hey girlie!” She smiled at me.
I cocked my eyebrow at her, knowing her wide smile was her tell. She was trying to hook me up with Jace again. There was really nothing wrong with Jace, but I didn’t feel anything when I looked at him. He was sweet, caring and such a great friend but… nothing. He was sexy for sure, but, past his looks, I didn’t feel anything. I looked at Jace one more time, analyzing him. He was six feet of lean muscle that still showed through his t-shirts and pants combo. His dark brown hair was cut short, almost cropped to his scalp, and he had intense, blue eyes. Unfortunately, none of that drew me to him. He just couldn’t hold it for me, and that wasn’t his fault.
I sighed, smiling at Stacey, loving the distraction.
“Didn’t see you this morning, babes,” I said to her.
She giggled. “I know…” She wiggled her eyebrows and looked at Jace, letting him know this wasn’t for his ears.
Jace chuckled, shaking his head as he walked away. Once he was on the other side of the bar, Stacey leaned in, whispering in my ear.
“I’ve finally moved on from Charles,” she said with a smile on her face. “I’ve been seeing someone for a couple of weeks now.”
“Who?” I asked. I’d been working with and seeing Stacey at home, but she hadn’t mentioned anyone new.
I looked into her hazel brown eyes. Stacey was a beautiful woman in and out. I wasn’t surprised she had been seeing someone. I was more surprised she was seeing someone other than Charles.
“Don’t beat me, but it’s Patro.”
My brows furrowed.
“Who’s Patro?” I really had no idea who that was.
“Do you remember a certain someone coming up behind your man?”
“My man?”
“Yeaaaah. The one that kissed you senseless.”
I rolled my eyes at her words.
“He didn’t kiss me senseless.”
Stacey snorted. “Baby, that man kissed you so damn senseless that the moment I mentioned it your eyes were sparkling.”
I sucked my teeth, moving away from her, not wanting to be under her microscopic probing of how my eyes sparkled.
“I’m going to get to working, but I’m glad you’re over Charles.”
Stacey threw her head back and laughed as I walked away.
“Charles is going to miss all of this five feet six inches of chocolate divine!” she shouted as I walked toward the back.
I laughed hard, knowing Charles would miss her, and I just dodged a bullet about the man making me crazy in my dreams.