Chapter 343: 343/Evaporated Phantom
Chapter 343:
Julie’s POV
I was engrossed in a deep sleep, surrendering to a warm numbness traveling through my numbed limbs, my head resting smoothly over his solid, broad chest while I encircled his body with my arms with power and desperation. I was clasping my Robert with eagerness, longing, and intense need as if I were in reality and fact, and as if his phantom had not vacated me for a single second.
I felt a rampant ecstasy and a dominant pleasure encircle my violently throbbing heart, for he had been fucking me throughout the night in a violent, brutal, and harsh fashion that I cannot imagine or describe from the excess of pleasure.
I passed my palm with a trembling, panting stroke and calmness over the skin of his broad, warm, and muscle-filled chest while my eyes were tightly closed. Ah... damn it! I truly do not want to open my eyes at all, and I highly fear that his enchanting phantom will evaporate from my side instantly the moment I wake up and find myself by myself under the mercy of frost and loneliness over this bed as usual.
I tightened the grasp of my convulsed fingers upon his skin with a hidden oppression to hold onto his existence. Even though the scent of his body in this moment was suspiciously strange and did not resemble the familiar scent of Robert that I had accustomed to that dominant scent of oud blended with the pungent smoke of cigarettes rather, I was now inhaling a completely different scent: a sharp, wild, and violent masculine scent, yet nonetheless, it was a wonderful, highly exciting, and attractive scent.
Everything about my Robert appears wonderful in my eyes. In that midst and intimate touching, I felt his massive hands wrap around my naked back, clasping me toward his body with excessive power and madness as well, for our flesh to interlace together in a blazing alignment.
Damn... how real and tangible this feeling and bodily alignment appears to an extent that made my tears turn to stone in my pupils! Then, a gentle, warm, and long kiss was stamped over my forehead, causing a panting chill to travel through my entire spine and my whole body in an astonishing fashion.
My lips opened with weakness and relaxation, and my voice emerged raspy and stuffed with pleading and hidden fear, saying:
"I fear opening my eyes, Daddy... because I know with certainty that you are merely a passing dream and will vanish the moment I wake up."
In that precise, cursed second, a dreadfully freezing and shocking rigidity possessed me when the response came to me in a deep, sharp, mocking, and low voice that did not resemble Robert’s dominant, smooth voice at all; a strange, terrifying voice interlaced in my ears, saying:
"Open them indeed and verify my existence... I am here by your side truly, and I have not departed."
My eyes widened with absolute astonishment and a shock that shattered every cell in my body. The haze of sleep and drunkenness vanished with extreme speed for me to find myself looking directly, and from a close distance of a few inches, into the lines of his stern, sharp face close to my face... It is Jake! Jake with his sharp blue eyes like daggers, gleaming with coolness!
My throat constricted with terror and disgust, and I attempted to release a loud, echoing, and ripping scream that would shake the corners of the house to save myself from my nightmare, but he was much faster than my scream.
He rushed with his massive limbs and pinned his large palm with harshness and muffled over my mouth, closing it with a tightness that paralyzed the movement of my entire jaw.
My staggering mind was languishing beneath the weight of pure disbelief, and my body was jolting with hysteria and a fatal thumping. No... impossible! Are the cursed Jake and I indeed...? Did Jake proceed to fuck me and violate my body with this ease?! Even my mind began to tightly refuse to confess to this sickening sin or comprehend it... but I am entirely naked and wet with his fluids, and he is naked beside me, and we are lying on the exact same bed and between the exact same blankets that exude the scent of fucking! My God... what is this hell and cursed dilemma, for the sake of heaven?! How did I fall like this?!
Jake fixed his blue eyes into my eyes, which were widened with terror and spite, and pressed with his hand with greater power over my lips, saying in a low, tight, and commanding tone:
"Calm down, Julie... calm down right now and do not act recklessly."
I began to move with a spasm and madness like a captive female soldier, attempting with trembling fingers and rapid pulses to rip away his massive, thick palm surrounding my mouth, and I proceeded to kick with my feet with violence and power over the bedding to push him away from me.
Jake knitted his brows with tightness and helplessness from my fierce resistance, and shouted in a muffled, pained hiss, saying from between gritted teeth:
"Damn it! From where do you get all this cursed power, for the sake of hell?! Are you a wrestler?!"
He did not wait for me to slip away from between his hands; rather, he moved with an animalistic impulse and ascended with his entire body and muscular weight over my naked body.
He pinned my pelvis and my thighs with harshness between his thighs to paralyze my movement in a deeper and harsher fashion, with the continued persistence of his thick palm in closing my mouth with a tightness that muffled my breaths and trapped the air in my chest.
Meanwhile, I possessed nothing except releasing muffled, raspy whimpers from beneath his fingers while I attempted with all the determination and power of oppression I was granted to save myself from the grasp of this base, deceptive devil.
Damn it... he is above me now indeed, adhering to me in a sickening, nausea-inducing manner, and both of us are entirely naked, his hot skin burning my skin!
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