Tossing and turning on the bed, I felt an over powering heat spread all over my body. I never felt that kind of warmth before. It was new to me and extremely torturous.

I didn't want to wake up, so I kept my eyes closed. Perhaps the feeling will eventually go away.

But trying to ignore the raising temperature wasn't helping me. Every passing second made the heat unbearable. It was starting to be painful.

"Enos," I called out. "Turn the heater off."

I threw the blanket away from my body.

Opening my eyes, I noticed something rather odd. Almost everything in my dim lighted room looked different. As if I was someplace else.

The heat at the core parts of my body made me press my legs tightly together. What's happening to me? Is this some kind of nightmare?

"Enos," I shifted my eyes to his direction.

Instead of meeting his bare tattooed back, a more flawless strong back was staring at me.

Not Enos.

I wanted to get down from the bed, but it was difficult to move.

"He isn't here, Elisabeth." The man said from the other side.

I recognized the voice instantly.

James.

I gasped in shock.

What on Earth is he doing here?

Before I could crawl out of bed, a burning sensation at the nipples of my breasts made me take my tshirt off immediately. Freeing my skin from the etching fabric.

I felt the sudden urge to rip myself apart. To get relieved as I laid there. I started rubbing my thighs when a strange arousal settled between my legs. It took me about a minute to establish the fact that James was watching me as I struggled to rid myself of the torture.

"Why are you in this house James?And sleeping on my bed?" I managed to whisper as my breathing turned heavy and forced. "Did you do something to Enos?"

A thin layer of sweat formed on my sensitive skin as my naked chest rose and fell.

It was only natural to want to cover myself up again. To hide my quivering body from James's preying green eyes, but the heat was legitimately roasting me.

I was turning into a reddish hue. All I could think about was taking my clothes off.

"No need to worry about Enos. He's perfectly fine resting at his own house." James replied, moving to lay closer to me.

It was hard avoiding worry. James is very territorial when it comes to me.

I slowly told him, "I'm burning up, everywhere."

James used his elbow to balance his upper body on the mattress as he looked at me. He roamed his free hand on my stomach, then moving lower, targeting my middle.

I said to him urgently, "I can't bare it any longer."

I truly couldn't. Nothing made sense. I wanted to ask James alot of questions.

Why isn't he in New York?

How did he find out that I was living at Meghan's house?

How was he able to get inside here?

Why does everything around my room look so different? As if it's not the same house.

Why does my body feel so

"Did you drug me?" I asked him, panting.

"No." He gently touched my shoulder with his fingers. "I don't need to drug you just to have every part of you Elisabeth. Your body is simply acting on its own accord."

James wasn't lying when he said that. My body simply reacts to him. I hummed in satisfaction when those fingers massaged my waist.

"I should take these off." He refered to my shorts and underwear.

I nodded while spreading my legs opened. James helped remove the clothes. But the withdrawal did very little in helping me cool. Infact, I was feeling hotter by the second. The biology didn't add up.

"Is this a dream?" I inquired thoughtfully at James.

My eyes were getting lidded as he softly trailed his wet tongue on the sides of my thighs.

I held his shoulders tightly as he devoured my aching skin.

At the places he licked, it felt nice. But as he moved to a new spot, the former ached again. Making the process painful but sweet at the same time. I didn't want James to stop. I needed more.

As confused as I was, getting rid of the burning and throbbing feeling seemed more significant at the moment than anything else.

I'd ask James questions later when am alright.

"What do you want me to do Betty?" James asked me intuitively.

"Everything." I breathed. "Just do something to make me feel better."

I didn't really care.

As James touched me, licked me and even sucked at placed I felt very sensitive, it only felt slightly relieving.

He was holding back.

James avoided touching the places I needed relief badly. I honestly wanted to cry. I sighed deeply, clinging to his arms. "Do you want me to beg you James." I nagged, wrapping my legs around him.

James wasn't wearing anything. His skin felt cold against my hot one.

James chuckled above my neck at my question. Leaving kisses at the spots there desirably.

"I was taking my time Betty. After I'm done with everywhere else then I will go to the places you need me most." He cooed, biting my nipple teasingly. "Relax."

"I can't relax." I confessed. "Don't you get it? I'm on fire."

This is torture.

Pure agonizing torture.

"Please."

"Say that again Elisabeth." He hovered his lips above mine. I felt small tears escaping my eyes. I was literally bursting inside. "Please." I repeated. "James I want...."

"Ssshhhh." He kissed my lips, once. "I know what you want."

"Then give it to me." I dared to say.

In that moment, I realised something critical but true.

That desperate people say and do desperate things. Regardless of the circumstances. Without a care and thought.

I was beginning to sound incredibly desperate.

Not for James.

But to put an end to the rising heat.

James placed his hand between my legs. Massaging the delicate area before landing a vibrant slap. The waves of pleasure brought by the stimulating pain felt so good.

"Ngh..." A toneless moan left me.

His lips captured mine as he worked his fingers, spreading me open as he drew the firm digits in and out of my soaked tight opening.

I kissed him back, harder.

It didn't feel the same though. I was missing a certain feeling. James was right there, glued to my body, but he felt so far away. As if I was imagining him there. But he really wasn't near. It was a strange thing to feel.

"Are you truly here?" I said against his tongue.

"Always." James laid fully ontop of me. Removing his hand from my flower and instead cupping my face.

James kissed me deeper, surveying my mouth with his perfect steady movement. It was a beautiful exchange accompanied by the sweetest sounds when our hungry tongues swirled against each other.

He groaned at the rising intense feeling my body provided his own. He was enjoying this.

"James." I hugged his shoulders, drawing him closer.

The kisses fell on my chest. His warmth covered those pink sensitive nubs and created a comforting atmosphere there.

James took his time. Soothing me completely. I let out little moans as he captured me everywhere. Adoring my skin and delicate parts with his hungry mouth.

"I miss you." He confessed while he sniffed my belly, capturing my scent.

I smiled.

And when his mouth cupped that dripping part between my legs, my arousal caused me to scream. I tagged on his smooth hair, and letting him do whatever he wanted.

His tongue was skilled, sucking on crucial spots thoughtfully. As a man should.

When I moaned repeatedly, James just smirked and kept on. He permitted my hips to move with his mouth as I searched for more.

When he was done devouring me. James said,

"Come."

He lifted my waist and slowly sat us up, placing me on top of him.

James planted his eager lips on mine again. So I moved in rhythm with him. He tasted like James. He tasted nice.

He roamed my back with his strong hands. Inching me closer to him until our chests met.

I gave him my body heat. We warmed and cooled together. It was so strange but so so good.

It made no sense at all. We were naked now, skin to skin, touch to touch.

When James finally penetrated me, positioning himself inside me, I moaned out his name. As our bodies moved along side each other, I wanted to be swallowed by his being.

And when James filled my clenching wet walls with his erect crotch, I struggled to match his strong desperate thrusts. Every stroke made the burning bearable. It was worth every sound.

"Ahhh." I cried as he hit my sweet buddle of nerves. That sensitive area so deep inside of me.

"More." I begged. "Give me more."

James's teeth sucked on my breast above him. Even as he entered me repeatedly, his tongue didn't stop ravaging my skin.

"Elisabeth." He kissed me.

"James."

As we approached the edge, calling each other's names made the experience more intimate and real.

"Wake up Betty." It was another voice from a far distance that made me stop moving against James.

Uh?

I looked at James below me, but he wasn't there.

The room turned pitch black before I saw light again.

And then, I opened my eyes quicker than ever.

Staring at a plain white ceiling, I almost screamed in shock.

"Are you okay?" Enos face looked downed at me, worried.

I was asleep all along.

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