Chased by My Possessive Ex (Dylan) novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67

DYLAN

I found myself staring at the same faceless man standing at the foot of the bed.

The scene was painfully familiar. The dim light. The stillness in the air. The way my chest tightened before anything even happened. He didn’t move, didn’t speak, just stood there like he belonged in every corner of my subconscious.

The same dream.

The same man without a face.

The same unsettling pull.

“This again?” I whispered, my voice echoing softly, as if the room itself was mocking me.

I tried to look closer, tried to force the blur to clear, but no matter how hard I focused, his features refused to come into view. All I could feel was him. The weight of his presence. The strange mix of comfort and dread that curled deep in my stomach.

My feet were frozen beneath the sheets. I wanted to move, but my body wouldn’t listen.

He took one step forward.

My heart lurched.

Another inch closer, then another–unhurried, certain. The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he moved, each shift deliberate, as if he had all the time in the world. As if I wasn’t something fleeting he needed to chase, but something inevitable he would reach.

His lips brushed against my foot, light as a thought. The touch sent a quiet shiver through me, just enough to remind me I was still here. Still part of this.

I should have pulled away. I knew that, even in the haze. But my body stayed still, heavy and warm, caught between wanting to wake and wanting to sink deeper.

His kisses trailed upward, slow, reverent, tracing a path along my skin that felt less like touch and more like memory. Each one lingered just long enough to leave an echo behind. By the time he reached my thigh, my breathing had changed, shallow and uneven, like the dream had begun to breathe for me

I swallowed, my fingers curling into the sheets, grounding myself in the only solid thing I could find as I was waiting for his

next move.

A loud moan escaped my lips as soon as his warm lips touches my center. And just the like before, instead of pushing him away, I grabbed a handful of his hair and started grinding my hips against his sinful mouth.

Though it seems like the same from my previous dream, something in me felt different. I was not afraid. Instead, I was even more hungry. No restraint. It was as if I’ve been deprived of something and now I’m finally letting myself go.

“Ooohhh…” A loud moan escapes my lips as soon as his sinful tongue started playing in every inch of my sensitive center.

And even all that, it wasn’t enough for me. I wanted more. I wanted this faceless man to ravish me. Claim me. Ruin me.

I arched my back when he slid his tongue into my core. Thousand of tingling sensation runs through every fiber of my being.

“More…” I pleaded as I slowly started rising towards my peak. Somehow, his tongue wasn’t enough anymore. I wanted him

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whole. I want every inch of him.

I let out a loud groan when he suddenly stopped. He slowly lifted his head.

“You wanted more?” he asked with his deep baritone voice.

And the thought that frightened me most settled heavily in my chest.

What if it hadn’t been just a dream at all?

What if it was a memory–one I had buried so deep, it chose to find me again only now?

I forced myself to look away, rolling onto my back, staring up at the ceiling as if it could give me answers.

This was dangerous.

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Not because of what he might do-

-but because of what my body was already betraying me into wanting.

I pressed a hand to my chest, willing my heartbeat to slow, willing the fire under my skin to fade.

Beside me, Hunter shifted slightly in his sleep, letting out a quiet breath.

And my body reacted before my mind could stop it.

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