CHAPTER 83
ANNA’S POV
Someone was entering the hospital room.
I didn’t hear the door open. Didn’t hear footsteps. But I felt it, like the air shifted, like something heavy was slowly moving towards me. A dark figure loomed closer, stepping out of the shadows. I couldn’t see much, but the closer he got, the more everything in me recognized him.
It was Ryan.
“Ryan…” I whispered, trying to sit up, though my body felt weirdly slow, like I was awake but still stuck in sleep. The room was quiet. Strangely quiet. I looked around, expecting to see Dad, Mom, Grandpa or Grandma. But the chairs were empty.
They were gone.
Only Ryan was here, just now stepping into the room like he’d been waiting for everyone to leave.
I checked the time on the wall clock.
12:00a.m.
Midnight.
Had I slept off? Was I just now waking up? Why did everything feel so… off?
The light was dim, but it wasn’t the regular hospital lighting. It was soft. Warm. Almost like the light in my
bedroom back home.
And the way Ryan was looking at me, it didn’t feel normal.
It didn’t feel like a bro looking at his little sister.
It felt like a man staring at his want. His need.
His eyes were filled with darkness. With Just.
“Baby…” he murmured, that nickname flowing off his lips like it belonged there. His voice was deep, dripping with hunger. “God, I’ve missed you so fucking much.”
I couldn’t even speak. He was coming closer, step by step. I trailed my eyes down, and that’s when I saw it, his erection. It was big. Hard. Pushing against his pants so clearly, I couldn’t pretend I didn’t see it.
My eyes widened.
“Ryan!” I gasped, stunned, but he didn’t stop.
“Shhh…” he whispered. “Don’t make too much noise. I’ll be quick.”
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Quick?
I blinked. “W–What are you doing?” My voice was quiet, trembling, while my hands instanctively moved to pull the sheet higher up my chest. I tried to scoot back, but I couldn’t. My limbs still felt heavy, like I wasn’t fully in control of them.
Ryan started unfastening his belt, smirking like this was all normal, like we’d done this a thousand times before.
Oh my God… what was happening?
I should have screamed. I should have called for help. But instead, I froze. Not from fear.
But from how unbelievably hot he looked.
He stripped off his shirt and dropped it to the floor.
Oh my God…
His muscles looked as if they were sculpted by some artist who only knew how to make sinful, delicious men. His chest was broad. His abs looked rock hard. His skin was so smooth, so bronze, so fucking perfect. I clenched my thighs together, too ashamed to admit how wet I’d gotten just from looking.
“Don’t scream too much, baby,” he murmured, “Just watch. You’ll enjoy it. You always do.”
He grabbed my legs suddenly, making me fall onto my back. I let out a soft yelp, but he was already climbing over
- me.
And then… he kissed me.
Hard. Deep. Slow.
“Oh God…” I moaned, the moment his lips touched mine. It felt so good. Way too good. So skillful. So familiar, like my body already knew his mouth, knew how it felt, how it tasted.
I didn’t even think. I just reached for his neck and pulled him deeper into the kiss. My fingers laced through his soft hair. I let out another moan.
Ryan moved to my neck, trailing kisses all the way down. His lips found a spot between my shoulder and my neck, and he groaned against it.
“This is still here,” he mumbled.
Still here?
What did that even mean?
He started to undress me. My gown slid off me so easily I couldn’t even remember how I’d gotten it on in the first place. I glanced down, and to my surprise, there were no bandages. No pain. No tubes. No beeping
machines. I didn’t even feel sick.
Was I still in the hospital?
Or was I back home?
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The room was strange. The walls looked like the hospital’s, but the smell… the soft sheets… it felt like home.
I was so confused.
Until he bit me.
My mind snapped back as his teeth sunk into my neck, not deep, just enough to mark. I shuddered.
Ryan groaned again as he moved lower.
His mouth trailed down my chest, kissing, sucking, squeezing until I was arching beneath him. His tongue circled my nipple, and I whimpered so loudly, I was sure someone could hear us.
But no one came.
He moved lower. Lower.
And then… oh my god…
His lips were between my thighs.
“Ryan… oh my god…
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He didn’t speak. He didn’t warn me.
He just dived in.
I shrieked, a low, helpless sound, as his tongue licked up my wetness. He sucked on my clit, slow and sensual, then flicked it with his tongue so perfectly I swore my soul left my body.
“Ahhh… yesss… Ryan… there…”
I couldn’t stop writhing. Couldn’t stop gripping the sheets. Couldn’t believe this was real. I’d dreamt of this so many nights, so many quiet nights where I touched myself thinking about him, and now he was here.
Real.
Eating me alive.
My thighs were trembling. I was breathing so hard, like I couldn’t catch my breath.
He slid a finger inside me.
“Fuck!” I cried, eyes rolling back.
Then another. Then a third.
Ryan was fingering me in such a rhythm it was driving me wild. The place where our bodies met was wet and noisy and filthy, and I didn’t care. I loved every second.
“More… please… more…”
I was crying, literally crying from the overwhelming pleasure.
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And then, I came.
So violently. My back arched, my mouth opened in a silent scream, and my body exploded into shakes and
wetness.
Ryan didn’t stop. He licked everything, cleaning me up like I was a meal.
Then he looked up.
God.
His eyes were wild. His hair was messy. His mouth was glossy from me. And his dick was… oh my god.
He pulled down his briefs and I saw it. Big. Thick. Hard. Bigger than anything I’d ever dreamt.
I gasped.
I couldn’t look away.
“I want you,” he growled. “all of you.”
I found myself nodding. My legs parted without me even thinking.
“Please,” I begged. “I want it.”
He climbed over me. Lined himself up.
And slowly, he entered.
It was thick and deep, stretching me open, pushing past the tightness, filling every inch of me.
But it didn’t hurt.
It felt right. It felt like I was meant to have him inside me.
“Ryan… yesss…”
He started thrusting.
Soft at first. Then deeper. Then faster.
My moans filled the room.
“Yes… yes… yes… Ryan… ahh… faster… deeper…”
I held onto him, wrapping my legs around his waist. He was groaning, grunting, pounding into me like he’d been starving for this.
“Anna!” someone called from inside the room.
My heart jumped.
It wasn’t Ryan.
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But he didn’t stop.
“Shhh baby…” he grunted, fucking me deeper.
“Yesss… yesss…” I was crying, the pleasure overwhelming me again.
“Anna!” the voice called again. Louder this time.
Then…
Taps. On my shoulder.
Taps?
I opened my eyes.
And I jolted.
Shit. It was a wet dream.
But it felt so real.
I was now back in the hospital.
Sweating.
Breathing like I’d run a marathon.
Five pairs of eyes were staring at me.
Dad. Mom. Grandma. Grandpa.
And Ryan.
The very same Ryan I’d just dreamt of.
His eyes were wide. His jaw was clenched.
I looked down at myself, my legs were shaking, my back was sticky with sweat, and I could feel how wet my panties were.
Oh. My. God.
What the fuck did I just dream?
