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Chapter twenty-nine
Cecilia
Hey, Daddy.
~ Two Months Later / September ~
Something’s happening. I’m not sure what, but I feel... something. I was having a beautiful dream where I was lying on a beach, alone. Bathing in the sun, the warm sand beneath my skin, the sound of water lapping against the shoreline.
My eyes are closed, but I can hear everything, smell everything. Feel everything. Everything was normal, I was enjoying my sun-soaking moment, then something changed. The air shifted.
A breeze picks up, pebbling my skin with goosebumps, the little hairs along my body standing on end. It’s not one of those winds that constantly sweeps your hair around, making you brush it away every few seconds. No, this change of atmosphere is delicate and soft. It’s intriguing. I want this, I want to feel it. The way it caresses my skin, kisses my body. I want more, I need more.
Suddenly, it’s not only the air but the sand, too. It begins to crawl up my legs from my ankles, prickling its way higher and higher. It grazes along my calves to the outside of my thighs. I feel it climbing over my hipbones, my waist. Enough gathers together to form weight there.
It’s not alone. Somehow the shore has reached me, droplets appearing on my flesh. Then a river forms between the valley of my legs, licking up the inside of my thighs. The water is cold, yet my skin warms to its touch.
My body grows heavy. I want to move away, stop the wetness from reaching me. But it drags me back down, putting me under its spell. Murmuring my name, telling me I like this, that I want this. And suddenly, I give up the fight, I let it hit me. I let it wrap me in its grasp.
The soft strokes of water abruptly turn into rapids at the head of the river. They fight against my junction, slapping and splashing. It’s trying to enter me. I try tostop it, but I can’t.
The grains of sand hold me down, pressing me further into the ground. Something’s coming. The wind picks up, a storm; I can feel it growing. Making its way to me, gaining on me.
I need to get away, I need to break free, but I don’t know how. The shore hits me harder, washing away at me repeatedly, vigorously. I try to move, my head swinging from side to side, my back arching off the ground. But its grip—it’s too strong. It won’t let me go.
“Stop,” I tell it. “Let me go!” My hands dig into the sand at my hips as I try to wipe it away, but it just keeps coming back.
“NO!”it shouts back and captures my hands. The sand climbs over my wrists and traps them, too.
Oh, God! The storm, it’s here. It’s about to fall on me. It’s going to swallow me whole, and there’s nothing I can do. The waves thrash at my core violently as I watch the sky turn black. It’s about to touch me, I can’t see anything.
Everything gets stronger. The weight of the sand, the sound of the storm, the water smashing so hard the sensation turns to needles, stinging me over and over again. I whimper and cry, begging for it to stop, but it won’t. My body is overheating, I’m sweating from the fight. I’m about to burst.
A wave rolls its way to me, growing bigger and bigger. It’s too powerful, there’s no way I can stop it. My body shakes the closer it gets. I try to kick it away, to block its path, but there’s no hope.
It crashes into me, penetrating my body as I scream. I look up to the black clouds just as lightning falls from the sky, striking my body and shattering me into a million little pieces.
I wake with a gasp, my eyes shooting open as I pant loudly. My whole body is trembling uncontrollably as I try to make sense of my surroundings. I feel dazed, like I’m floating on a cloud, my flesh tingling everywhere. The intense ringing in my ears slowly decreases until it vanishes altogether.
“Good morning, my beautiful Minnie,” Silas says with a roguish smirk as he kisses the inside of my thigh and makes his way up my body.
He settles himself between my legs, flexing his hips into me and making his cock rub over my sensitive bud. I moan loudly, and his tongue licks over my neck, teeth nipping my jaw.
“That was you?” It comes out breathy, my voice still not having regained its strength.
He chuckles into my ear. “Who else have you been dreaming about, naughtygirl?”
“No one, I was on the beach... Jesus, I’ll never be able to sit on a beach ever again.”
“Mmm, that good?” He grinds against me a little harder, the head of his length piercing into me, but just as quickly retreating.
I whimper. “So good. I need you, Silas.”
“I need you too, baby. I’ve been dying for you.” He takes my mouth, sucking on my tongue and nibbling my bottom lip. I can still taste myself on him.I love how we taste together.I lift my hips against him, enticing him to push inside.
“Then take what you need from me,” I whisper against his soft lips.
In an instant, he flies off me and flips me over onto all fours. Silas grabs my hand and places it above the bedframe, then does the same with the other. “Do not fucking let go, Cecilia. Do you understand me?”
