The Forbidden Love of Aesop Sharp

Chapter 41 - A Simple Letter*

As shadows and darkness still cloaked the room, the veil of sleep began to lift, allowing fragments of consciousness to filter through. A voice pierced the barrier of my awareness, faint amidst the quiet of the night. My breathing, ragged and irregular, betrayed the depths of my unconsciousness moments earlier.

For an instant, I questioned whether the voice belonged to the realm of dreams, blending seamlessly with reality as my senses gradually stirred. Yet, it persisted, faint and elusive. A breath against my ear sent shivers down my spine, its chill strangely comforting.

The blanket covering me shifted, exposing my shoulders to the cool air. I attempted to cling to it, but my muscles remained unresponsive, defying my efforts to move. The weight of my eyelids felt insurmountable as I struggled to open them, each attempt proving futile.

"... you" was the first word I grasped. I felt his lips on my skin as he kissed my forehead, his fingers slowly threading through my hair. His warm breath against my bare shoulders left a trail of kisses from my neck to the back of my hand before he covered me again.

I tried to hold him back as he slid away from the bed, but my arm remained motionless. Instead, I let out a long, desperate sigh, mingled with the faint sound of frustration escaping my lips when I realized he was leaving.

My eyelids finally opened in the dark, cold room, slightly illuminated by a single candle on the dresser near the door. Surrounded by shadows, I could still see him, detached from the darkness as he adjusted his trousers, a gesture that awakened a warmth in my belly.

Oblivious to my state of half-slumber, he focused on his appearance, fixing his hair in front of the mirror, his face barely visible in the flickering candlelight. He sighed as he met his own gaze in the mirror, while I finally moved my hand.

He stood shirtless before me, and I yearned for him to join me back in bed, to run my hand against his torso and enjoy the tingling sensation of his hair against my palm. My hand found its way between my legs, and I let out a sigh of pleasure as my fingertip met the sensitive skin.

I wanted him so badly, eager to feel and taste him again. My handsome man. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have him in my life.

I buried my face against the blanket to muffle the sounds of pleasure escaping my lips while I watched him. As he took his shirt from the bed, I shut my eyes, nervous that he might realize I had been watching him all this time.

This moment was mine to savor. Even though I desperately wanted him to be with me, I reveled in this pure fantasy. For all I knew, it could be a dream. The line between dreams and reality was thin, and I wasn't sure I hadn't dreamed all of this.

I continued to circle my clit mercilessly and decided to open my eyes again when no sound was heard anymore. I bit my lip in annoyance, realizing he had put on his shirt, missing the chance to enjoy his bare skin one last time before he got ready to leave.

I cursed myself silently and observed him more intently as he came closer to the bed once more. My eyes shut tight, heart racing with anticipation, I felt him lean over me. His lips claimed mine, sending shivers through my whole body. I stopped moving completely, save for the slight movement of my fingers, imperceptible against my core.

He kissed me as if it were the last time our lips would meet. The passion and emotion he poured into that kiss brought me close to the edge. My body began to tremble, and he thrust his tongue into my mouth. There was no longer any doubt that he knew I was awake. I responded eagerly, our tongues dancing together in an unrestrained waltz of desire.

His hand moved along my arm, caressing my skin and leaving a trail of shivers until he reached my hand. His fingers replaced mine in a fraction of a second, perfectly timed to break down every fiber of my being fighting against the urge. Pleasure exploded within me, sending my mind to the edge of consciousness again, the overwhelming sensation too intense to be overpowered by my thoughts.