past memories haunt her

past memories haunt her
Dominic’s P.O.V. (Continued)

“Do you need my permission to get a kiss?” I asked her teasingly and she immediately grinned from ear to ear.
“Nope.” Her smile was contagious. In the past two weeks, we fought a few times because of irrelevant matters. She fell ill every time because of her pregnancy hormones.
I wish to spend all night together the way we are right now.
She slid her hand from my neck to my nape and pushed my head towards her.
I didn’t resist and slowly closed my eyes while moving my hand from her face to the back of her head, cradling it in my palm.
My heart started beating furiously before our lips met. I don’t remember when the last time was that we kissed each other. She sighed softly before pressing my lips onto hers.
The softness of her lips ignited the fire in my lower belly at that very instant. I could feel blood rushing to my heart at a high speed when she started moving her lips on mine.
I resisted my urge to devour her lips and slowly moved my lips in perfect synchronization with her. I moved our bodies in a comfortable position to deepen the kiss, moving her on her back.
I pressed my chest on the upper part of her brast, the softness of her body made me moan softly while sucking her lips.
She wrapped a few strands of hair at the back of my head around her fingers gently and pushed my head towards her a little again.
I took advantage of her action and bit her lower lip gently. She hissed and I thrust my tongue in between her lips, making her open her mouth wider.
She giggled in a muffled tone but opened her mouth, welcoming my tongue inside her mouth eagerly.
It was so hard to keep my hand at the back of her neck when all I wanted was to move it downwards, touching her body more.
The second problem was the hardness of my shaft.
Ever since we learned about her pregnancy, I stopped having sx with her after the doctor explained to me her whole health condition.
I savored every corner of her mouth while having a teasing fight with her tongue.
She tried to wrap her tongue around my tongue, but I pressed her tongue under my tongue, moving deep inside her throat.
She moaned aloud, her other hand slipped inside my t-shirt, scratching my upper body here and there. Her fingers were now roaming on my chest, waist and back restlessly.
I pressed my own hardness against her thigh, but even if I was completely drowned in the pleasure of kissing her, I didn’t move my body over her, not over her thigh.
She moved her other knee slowly upwards, brushing her toe against my calves teasingly in the process.
I took my tongue out of her mouth and started sucking her lips. She dug her nails deeper inside my back.
I broke the kiss immediately.
During our intimacy, she digs her nails deeper if she feels suffocated during our kisses or in pain while having sx.
She never asked me to stop or try to move away during our intimacy. This was my Violet. How many times had I scolded her in the past for not stopping me, but she always smiled and brushed it off.
She always said that she loved the pain that brings pleasure to her in the end.
“You will never change.” I complained while pushing her face to the crook of my neck.
She was now breathing heavily while holding me tightly. She laughed while breathing heavily.
“This is your fault, not mine.” She teased in a shaky voice.
“Yeah…. This is my fault that you didn’t want to come out of your pleasure even when you were suffocating,” I whined, but held her tightly.
“I missed those days, Dom. How happy we were when we started dating.” She mumbled while moving her hand on my torso.
“Yeah. You were always feisty and a firecracker but went timid and all shy whenever I came near to you or tried to kiss you. I got my first kiss 42 days after we officially started dating.” I complained but smiled while remembering her face back then.
Whenever I tried to kiss her in the beginning of our relationship, her face turned so red that I got scared every time and stopped getting closer to her.
“I am sleepy now.” She mumbled after some time.
I sighed and took a deep breath. “Then sleep. I am here and you are safe.” I whispered to her while stroking the back of her head.
It had become a habit of me to whisper to her every night telling her that she is safe.
“Will you be with me all the time in this pregnancy?” she asked me in a sleepy tone.
She was slipping into her slumber. Her body slumped into my embrace. She moved her leg between my legs, finding a comfortable position for her knee in between my thighs.
I also closed my eyes and tried to stay calm.
It was still hard to sleep peacefully with her in my embrace.
“Do you know, I was in immense pain for two full days before Natasha’s birth?” she suddenly asked me in her sleep.
My breath hitched and I tightened my grip on her body while slowly opening my eyes.
“They didn’t give me anything to ease my pain because I couldn’t afford a single medicine. All t…. the medicines and….consumables, a….. and injections th… they used were from charity box installed outside the hospital.” She continued, her tone sleepy but filled with sadness.
I knew everything now and yet listening to this from her was like a stab in my heart.
“I… I felt as if the whole universe was against me, an…. And wanted to torment me to death…. Bu… but I didn’t want to die. I wanted to see my daughter in my embrace. I…. I wanted to see her grow. So….. so I.” she sobbed in the end and couldn’t finish what she wanted to say.
“I can’t change the past, love, but I promise you th… that nothing will go wrong between us ever. I would rather die than let you suffer even a bit.” I once again swore to her with all my determination, my eyes fixed at the same spot.
She sobbed in the crook of my neck.
“Violet.” I called her softly, trying to suppress the pain in my chest, which was really unbearable.
She mumbled something incoherently in her sleep. I realized that she was speaking in her sleep.
She wasn't talking to me; she was describing her dream to me.
She had embraced me tightly as if something would happen to her if I moved away from her.
She needed something to hold in her sleep, and I was glad that I didn't listen to her and stayed here.
Because those memories haunted her in her sleep when she is in her most vulnerable state.