Chapter 80: Erotic Nightmare
The space faded into view. The room wasn’t exactly bright. It was night and the main light wasn’t turned on. There were accent lights attached to specific areas of the room. The light was yellowish and instead of lighting up the space for better view, its function was more of a little to none source of lighting to make sure one does not hit their toes when trying to find their way to the bathroom at night.
That said, it wasn’t his room. He couldn’t make out when he’d been to the room but it did have a feeling of familiarity to it. It’s really hot in the room. His body was coated by a layer of sweat. Body? He wasn’t wearing anything.
He hadn’t registered what was happening. He wasn’t lying down. The position was..
A soft moan sounded from under him. Shocked, he opened his eyes and stared directly at Sofia. Her face was flushed with need, fingers digging into his back. “Don’t stop,” she moaned. That was when he realized that he was moving in and out of her.
The whole time, he was actually having sex! The feeling was distant yet familiar. He continued his movements, fueled by existing momentum. Staring at her, he had an indescribable feeling. The look she gave him, the way she moved, the way she moaned - it all felt familiar. The temperature in the room seemed to have increased a few degrees. She moved her hips, meeting him halfway in his thrusts.
He tried to make sense of it all. Physically, he was aroused and feeling everything he should be feeling. Mentally, however, he was confused. He wasn’t mentally aroused, if it’s a thing. It felt as if his body was moving on its own and his mind was detached from his physical body, reeling on its own without any outcome.
It’s been a long time since he had sex with anyone. Ever since Sofia, he had never..
His heart skipped a beat. Sofia cheated on him and left him. Why was he having sex with her? No. It’s not right. She’s dead. He saw life slipped away from her as he held her in his arms. Then, this.. It’s a dream. It must be a dream.
He opened the eyes he didn't remember closing. Everything was still the same. The settings, their activity.. but the person under him, it wasn’t Sofia.
Her brows knitted together as she focused on the overwhelming sensation. Those innocent eyes, they were staring at him like they were on a mission to lead him to commit a crime. Her lower lip was caught between her teeth.
His heartbeat sped up. ‘This is not real. This is a dream,’ he tried telling himself. He was caught between needing to wake up from the dream and wanting to continue the dream as long as humanly possible.
Her lips parted, letting escape a breathy moan as her hands started moving, touching him everywhere possible. Unlike Sofia, she tried not to moan loudly as she alternated between panting and biting her lips.
He kept his eyes on her, afraid that if he looked away for even a second, she would disappear into thin air. ‘Even if this is a dream, even if this isn’t real,’ he thought, he wanted to savor the moment. “Chad,” she cried, her voice soft but tense.
“Shh, I know..” keeping his pace, he raised one hand to remove a strand of hair stuck to her face. “Chad,” she whispered while she panted, tilting her head backwards, showing him a huge part of her neck. He leaned down and planted kisses down her neck, reaching her collarbone and licked the space slightly above it.
“Oh, Chad,” she moaned as her hand grabbed a handful of his hair. He was about to bite down on the spot he licked when she called out again. Differently, this time. “Chad,” she said, her voice eerily calm. He froze in his movement. “Chad, what are you doing?” She asked with that flat tone, devoid of any emotions.
He stopped moving. She didn’t move either. He was afraid to move or raise his head. What would he see if he did? A teardrop fell on the back of his hand. He raised his head only to see that she was gritting her teeth and fisting the bed sheet, her eyes tightly shut. Slowly, she opened one eye to peek at him. Fear was showing on her face. He couldn’t help the frown on his face.
‘It’s wrong. It’s wrong. It’s wrong,’ he kept repeating in his mind like a mantra to stop himself from doing anything else to hurt her. ‘What the fuck am I doing?’
His blood ran cold when he looked at her again. The way she looked at him sent shivers down his spine. The hatred she harbored was so strong, it was as if he burnt her village down and killed everyone who was dear to her.
His heartbeat kept speeding up and his breaths came out shallow. ‘It’s a dream,’ he repeatedly told himself, as if chanting it would take him out of the frightful dream.
The feeling couldn’t sit well with him. It was really heart-breaking to see her that way. The thing was, her hatred was directed all at him.
He was the one to cause her all that pain. He was the one. He lied to her about their relationship, letting her think that she had someone she could rely on when he was still trapped in his awful past with his ex. He kept things from her, thinking that it was for her own good when it stemmed from his selfish motive of keeping her alive and at his side. ‘I’m a selfish jerk. I’m irresponsible. I don’t deserve to be happy,’ the thought came to his mind before he woke up from the dream.
He felt everything and nothing at the same time as he opened his eyes. The sun was preparing to rise and it marked the dreadful day where he had to tell her the truth of her past.