He captures my mouth again as he moves his finger in and out. Another one enters me and I tremble as they explore the very core of me. My nails dig into his back. My toes curl.
When he breaks the kiss and pulls his fingers out, I nearly whimper, but then his thumb grazes my nub and the sound turns into a gasp. He rubs it and I turn into a writhing mess. I grab his wrist and pull his hand away because I’m afraid I might burst.
“I… want you,” I tell him as I look into his eyes.
He groans. “Demanding as ever, are you?”
What?
His lips curve into a grin. “But I guess I’ll indulge you this time.”
Those lips crash into mine once more as he pulls my panties off. I hear a belt and a zipper come undone. Then he straightens himself up, grips my thighs and pushes the tip of his cock inside me.
It gets through. The rest of him is another story. My deep breaths turn into gasps as I clutch his arms, fighting my way through the haze of both pain and pleasure.
Again, he groans. “So tight.”
He’s complaining? I’m the one who’s…
All thoughts flee from my mind after he gives a powerful thrust. For a moment, I feel like I’m being torn in two, then in the next, I shatter to pieces as he starts moving.
My head spins. I close my eyes and surrender to the storm.
Each time he thrusts into my body, sparks travel through my veins and my skin bursts into flames. He hits a spot somewhere deep inside me that drives me crazy, and after that goes on a few more times, I come undone. I let out a cry as I grip his ass and ride the wave of pleasure that washes over me. It fills every inch of me, and just as it starts to subside, Antonio pounds into me in a frenzy.
Finally, he stops, burying himself in my depths before unleashing a flood of warmth. Grunts and low curses spill from his lips.
Then he grows still and so do I, too exhausted to move. My eyes won’t even open.
Now what? Do I fall asleep? Is that even possible in a dream? Or do I wake up? I don’t mind that now.
I force my eyes open so I can look into Antonio’s eyes one last time as I give him a smile. I lift my hand beneath the curtain of his hair to touch his cheek.
“Thank you, Antonio.”
His eyes suddenly narrow. His forehead creases.
He’s angry?
He pulls out swiftly and gets off the divan. I stare at his back as he puts his clothes back on.
Wait a second. This isn’t right. I get that he can’t stay, but he can’t leave like this. Not in a foul mood.
“I should have known,” he mutters. Then he slaps his forehead. “Fuck.”
I try to lift myself up on my arms. “Antonio?”
“I’m not Antonio, okay?” His words whip me as he whirls around to face me.
My eyebrows crease. I don’t understand. What does he mean he’s not Antonio? Then who…?
My thoughts stop as I look at the leather cord around his neck. I know he’s wearing it. I just didn’t pay attention to it earlier. Now that I am, I realize that the pendant hanging from it isn’t an A but an L. I also notice the tattoos on his arm for the first time – and the absence of a scar on his forehead.
“Leo?”
He grins. “Well, look at that. You remember me.”
“Fuck,” I curse before clasping my hands over my mouth.
No way. I had sex with Leo? Not Antonio? I’ve been duped again?
Wait. This is a dream, right? Well, now it’s turned into a nightmare. But it isn’t real. All I have to do is pinch myself and…
Ow. I wince in pain as my nails dig into my skin. I stare at the mark they left behind.
No.
I pinch myself again and again until my skin starts to bruise. Still, nothing changes. I’m still in my bra inside the library. Leo is still standing in front of me. I can still feel his semen oozing out of me.
No.
“Yeah. We’re both pretty fucked up, aren’t we?”
I don’t answer, my voice stuck, my gaze on the floor which won’t seem to stay still. This can’t be happening.
“Don’t worry. I’m leaving. I just came to pay my respects to Bart. I didn’t want to do that when everyone was around. I was just going to stand outside the window to his study, but it was open and then I saw the urn with his ashes, so I went in. I’ve locked the window now and I’ll see myself out the back door.”
I see his feet heading to the door. I hear it close behind him. Still, I don’t look up. I drop myself to the carpet and clutch my chest.