A/N This is my first fanfiction, people. Go easy.
I do not own anything except the idea.
Cheers!
He was there again, between her sheets, his rock hard body pressed against hers intimately. His hands were moving up and down her torso, his lips busy at her throat. A moan wrenched right out of her mouth when he sucked hard enough to leave a mark. His mark. He was always possessive like that. It thrilled her secretly and probably set the feminism campaign a few decades back. She would have never even dreamed of holding the attention of an enigmatic man like him. It wasn't that she had some sort of body image issues but she always knew that he was way out of her league.
All the women that she had ever seen him surround himself with were absolutely gorgeous with curvy model like bodies. She never stood a chance. How did they end up here, then?
His lips distracted her from her thoughts when they began their descent down her neck and in the valley between her breasts. His hard muscles and rough hands were her undoing. Three things happened in the next few seconds that turned her world upside down.
One, his lips latched onto one hard nipple, making it hard for her to catch a breath. Two, his hands traveled up her thighs, teased the creases of her thighs joining her heat and one hard swipe against her clit almost made her orgasm. Three, She woke up with a start.
DAMMIT! He was back in her dreams and that too with a vengeance. She took deep breaths to calm herself down, but it wasn't working. She could still feel his hands on her as he worshiped her body, his fingers wonderfully busy. She shook her head and took a sip from the glass of water on her nightstand.
Why couldn't she shake him off? Why was he always there, in the back of her mind? He had done more horrible things than she could ever count. Yet, every time she heard the name Don, she had this prickling feeling at the back of her neck, like he was watching her right at that moment. Absurd, she knew that.
And then, there were these dreams, too explicit at times to even think about them without her getting hot and bothered. She was having more and more of them ever since she came to Germany two months ago. May be her consciousness knew that Don might be around here somewhere since he had full immunity her. Stupid, she knew that too. He wasn't the kind of man who would be scared to move around in fear of getting caught.
She needed to find a way to stop these dreams. They were getting way out of hand, she thought as she walked all the way to the police headquarters in Berlin. She liked to walk to her office every day. She had yet to notice the pair of eyes that have been watching her ever since the day she arrived.
On the rooftop of a thirty five floor building nearby, a person's eyes lit up when he saw his jungli billi (wild cat).