Page 43 of Mine To Possess

I give Amelia a robe and open my mouth to tell her to use the master bathroom, but she’s already gone past the door to my bedroom and heading for the guest bathroom. I go into the master bathroom myself and get into the shower. I watch the black soot and ashes run down the drain as I wash my hair.

It is only then it hits me what a close call Amelia and I have had.

Afterwards, I pull on a clean pair of boxer shorts, get into bed, and wait for Amelia. She comes back to the bedroom a couple of minutes later. I lift the covers up for her to join me.

“Do you want anything to eat or drink?” I ask as she moves towards the bed.

She shakes her head, slips her robe off, and gets into the bed beside me. She’s totally naked and the little flash of her I got before she pulled the covers over her body makes my cock hard instantly.

I turn to Amelia and kiss her. She responds hungrily, but then pulls away.

“Viktor, I’m sorry, but do you mind if we don’t… you know, have sex tonight? I really want to, but I just don’t think I’m up to it after everything that’s happened tonight.”

“Amelia, sex is the furthest thing from my mind right now,” I reassure her. It’s a lie, obviously. Sex is never far from my mind when I’m around her, but this is not exactly the special moment I’d planned.

She smiles and I see the relief behind her smile. “I will take a goodnight kiss though.”

I lean in and kiss her, and the smile drops from her lips as they mold themselves to mine. I feel like my cock is going to explode as my desire for Amelia overwhelms me. I remind myself I don’t want to put any pressure on Amelia, and besides, I don’t want her exerting herself, at least not for the next four to six hours. I want to make sure she’s ok before I even think about making her mine.

When I pull away, Amelia looks at me, her eyes shining with the same desire as I feel. Maybe it’s a good thing to wait a little bit longer – the waiting is only going to make the sex even hotter when it finally happens.

I twist around slightly and prop my pillows up a little bit. I lay back against them and Amelia snuggles up to me. I put my arm out and she lays her head on my shoulder, and I wrap my arm around her. I pull her closer as she snuggles in.

I check my watch. It’s two a.m. Roll on to eight o’clock, I think to myself. It’s going to be a long night. The adrenaline rush has well and truly left me now and I can feel exhaustion setting in, but I need to stay awake and make sure Amelia is ok.

“Goodnight,” Amelia mumbles, her voice thick and slurred with oncoming sleep.

“Goodnight,” I say, kissing her forehead.

I think she’s asleep before I say it. I look down at her and feel a glow of warmth spreading through my body. She’s so peaceful looking. I tighten my hold on her, telling myself I’ll never let her go. I so badly want to wake her up and make love to her, or even just hold her and talk to her, but she’s been through so much and she needs to sleep.

I check my watch again. Barely ten minutes have passed since I last looked at it and I can feel my eyes starting to close already. I run my hand over my face, trying to wake myself up a bit. It’s going to be harder than I thought to stay awake all night like this. Maybe I should just rest my eyes for a few minutes. Maybe even have a ten-minute nap. I don’t want to be too tired to perform if Amelia is ready to have sex when she wakes up in the morning.

I’ll close my eyes for just a second, I tell myself. I’m asleep within seconds.

I wake up to a loud groan. Amelia is thrashing inside the enclosure of my arms, her face twisted up as another groan is torn from her lips. She’s having a nightmare. I gently shake her.

“Amelia. Wake up.”

She groans as she comes awake suddenly, blinking up at me.

“You were having a bad dream.”

She nods and sighs.

“The fire?”

She nods again and I notice she has tears in her eyes. I kiss her forehead and pull her closer to me.

“Nothing is going to hurt you, baby. You’re safe. I’ve got you.”.

I keep a tight hold on her, keeping my lips against her forehead as I whisper to her, promising her everything is ok, that I’m not going anywhere. I feel her starting to relax and after a couple of minutes, her body stops shaking.

“I’m sorry I woke you up,” she whispers.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for,” I tell her.

“I’m keeping you awake,” she says.