Chapter 64 - Sleep Talk

(From Leandro's Perspective)

She did not even move when I placed her on the bed. I lay down beside her and hugged her as she slept peacefully. She felt so fragile. How could someone look so innocent and fragile? 

The fear crept again into my mind. I was never someone who would feel any kind of fear. Yet I was scared, scared of seeing her hurt, scared of_ losing her. The mere thought of someone laying hands on her made me want to rip their heads off. Who would want to hurt such an innocent-looking girl? 

I could not understand why her mother's boyfriend wanted to kill her. Anyone might hate her, but I could not believe that anyone would want to kill her. She might talk a lot, and say whatever she thought without thinking about the consequence, but she was kind and would not want to hurt others for no reason. Yet that bastard tried to kill her. 

She was stabbed five times, yet she talked about it as if it was nothing. She surely had been through a lot, emotionally and physically. But she never showed it to anyone. Sometimes she gave me the impression that she was not particularly sad about what happened, rather she was proud of the person she had become after going through all of this. But she was not right about it. She needed to see that whatever they had made her go through was not right. She might understand life better now after the incidents, but she did not deserve it. 

She was wearing my shirt. She said that my shirts were more comfortable than her clothes and she was going to wear them all the time. I tried to look irritated to tease her, but from inside, I was more than happy. If she wore my shirts, her scent would be everywhere and that was the thing that I needed these days. 

She was sleeping on her back with her head tilting on her right side and her leg on my stomach and one of her hands on my chest while the other one was over her head. She almost always slept in these types of weird positions. Sometimes I wondered if she was getting good sleep this way. 

I touched her stomach, the place where she was stabbed. I undid the buttons there gently so she would not wake up. She might not want me to see the wound there, but I wanted to. I wanted to see what that bastard did to her, so I could make him pay with ten-time higher prices. 

As I undid the buttons there, I saw a huge cut on her stomach, stitched. I ran my fingers on the cut and she flinched slightly. I could not help but feel rushing anger inside me. How could he do this to her? 

I looked at her face again- so innocent, so perfect... I knew it was going to be only a matter of time before she would be mine fully. But sometimes some things were very hard to resist. 

I pressed my lips on hers, kissing her gently. She always slept very deeply, not opening her eyes at all until morning. It was a good thing for me as I could kiss her for as long as I wanted. She tasted like a mixture of vanilla and chocolate like always. 

I pulled back for a while to let her breathe and then again captured her lips. Her lips were not big, nor were they small. They were perfect little heart-shaped, just the ones that were made for me only. 

"Mm..."

She moaned in her sleep and I chuckled. She was cute, she looked even cuter when she moaned, her addictive tone lingering into my ears in an attempt to make me never forget her. I knew I was never going to forget her anyway. She had made a place in my heart that even death could not remove. 

"Why_ do I_ like_ you so much?" she mumbled.

She was talking in her sleep. She did that before too. I wondered if she was dreaming about me. 

"Why do I_ want you_ so bad, Leandro?"

I chuckled and kissed her on the forehead. "Maybe because you're supposed to," I muttered though I knew that she was not going to hear me. 

"It_ looks like a_ tattoo," she mumbled again. "The mark... The bite mark_ It looks like_ a perfect_ tattoo."

I could not believe she was talking about this even in her sleep. I thought she pondered about these kinds of strange things when she was in great need of talking, but now I found out that she even dreamt about these things. 

"Don't... Don't have those. They_ are dis-gusting."

"What are disgusting?" I asked. 

"Don't have... Don't get those_ optical illusion_ tattoos. They are kind of_ scary. They look like_ some of the_ flesh is missing_ or there is more_ flesh than_ necessary... Ew!"

I could not help but laugh. She was dreaming about these now. No wonder she was one of a kind. I could not believe she was even worried about things like these. 

I started kissing her throat. She moved slightly and gripped my hair weakly as a purring noise escaped her mouth. I had to admit she slept way too deeply. If she was with me, it was not a problem. But I needed to warn her when she was with others. 

I stopped before I would go downer. I could not afford to lose control. I tried to focus on why I unbuttoned the shirt in the first place. I did not undo too many buttons, rather just two so I could see the wound. 

I brought my face down to the wound. "There won't be any sign of this, sweet Ella," I whispered and placed my lips on the wound. I ran my tongue over the place, letting my saliva wet the wound. 

"Leandro..."

She moaned again. I glanced up at her to see if she was asleep. She was sleeping, but her face was red and her toes curled. I got back to my work, licking her wound gently even though I wanted to do more things to her. 

After a while, I pulled my mouth back from her wound. There was no scar left anymore. It was just her skin now with no sign that could say that she was stabbed there. She was going to get a hell of a shock the next morning. I wondered what she was going to think. Surely, she was going to make her own theories. I felt lucky to have her with me. Life with her could be anything, but definitely not boring. 

"I won't cry..."

She started mumbling again. This time she held my arm tightly and pressed my hand on her chest. I tried to move my hand from there, but she did not let me. It was not like I did not want to touch her, but I was afraid that I might lose control. 

"Fire opal... I want a fire opal. It's_ beautiful..."

"You'll have a fire opal," I sighed. What was I going to do with her? She was too perfect and innocent that I could not help but fear what would happen if someone tried to do something bad to her. 

"I want to_ kiss him..."

"Kiss who?" I asked while at the same time thinking of how to kill the person who she was going to name if it was not me. 

"Le-Leandro... I want to kiss_ him. Let me_ kiss..."

She could not finish. I had already started kissing her, holding her as close as possible. I swallowed the moan that escaped her mouth, holding her in my embrace even tightly. "Mm... I..."

Her moans were making it hard for me to control myself. Did she have to do this even when she was sleeping? Was not it hard enough for me already? She would not even try all the time, yet I would get hard just by looking at her. And now that she was moaning and calling out my name, did she expect me to stay calm? 

But I needed to... I needed to stop. It took me all the strength that I could muster to pull away from her. I lie down beside her and wrap my arm around her slender waist and placed my head in the crook of her neck. Her scent was_ intoxicating, hard to let go of. 

"What're you doing to me, little Ella?" I whispered into her ear before closing my eyes, trying not to think of doing other things that were running inside my head. If it was her mission to make me fall for her, then she would surely succeed. 

[Note- Fire Opal: The term "fire opal" refers to any opal gemstone that has a dominant red, orange, or yellow color. There are various types of fire opal, each with its own play-of-color, background color, and origin. Fire opals, on the other hand, are amorphous mineraloids composed of hydrated silica (SiO2nH2O). Opal lacks the structural organization required to form crystals. 

As a result, fire opals are neither minerals nor sedimentary, igneous, or metamorphic rocks.]