April Winters, now called Autumn Summers met The Head-Killer once. She's the sole survivor.
He escaped authorities. He wants his one and only back. He thinks there is only one way to drive her back into his arms. She needs to know he still wants her.
Dean is the agent assigned to this case. He needs to find a way to protect Autumn. He needs to find a way to stop The Head-Killer from wanting her, for he wants her himself.
It's going to be a crazy ride. Will Autumn and Dean come out on top? That's the question I'll leave you with.


17. Chapter 16

Chapter 16


- Autumn’s POV -


I woke up again. Still in the hospital. Still alone. I hated this. I kept getting into the hospital. Who has thought about this? Who thought it was a good idea for me to be in the hospital? Why did James have to pick me?

I looked around and saw a doctor in a chair. The only other person in the room. I let out a slight cough.

“Oh good, you’re awake again Miss Summers.” He said as he turned to look at me.

“I have some good news for you. You can leave the hospital today, so you can go back to your hotel.” He said. It was such a relieve for me. I could go back to my normal, well normal for the time being, life.

“Oh and this package came for you.” He said as he gave me a box. It was another one of those boxes. It looked exactly like the boxes from the other heads. I let him place it on the table and waited for Dean and Marcus to come pick me up.

After 30 minutes of waiting they entered the room.

“Hey Dean! Hey Marcus.” I said to them. They looked at me and then at my bedside table.

“Hey! Did you get another?” Marcus asked me.

“I don’t know, I don’t want to open it.” I said.

“Marcus you bring the box with you to the office. I will bring Autumn to the hotel and I will stay with her so she will be protected.” He said and he sounded like he didn’t trust Marcus to protect me anymore. As I had gotten injured under his watch.

He lifted me from the bed and carried me in his arms. Marcus grabbed the box and took it with him to his car. I got placed in Dean’s car. We sped off to the hotel and there I got carried again. I think he needed to carry me because he needed to be reassured that I was still alive.

I was placed on the bed and Dean quickly told the other agents what was going on and told them to stand guard outside the room.

He came back in with me and laid down beside me.

“So how are you feeling?” He asked me as he pulled me close. I laid my head on his chest and cuddled against him.

“I’m doing okay.”  I said. More than okay was impossible. With everything that was going on. Losing my best friend, getting injured multiple times. I was so confused. How was I supposed to get over all of this? To think about something else?

He cuddled me closer and soon I felt myself safe in the warm cocoon of his arms.

After a while I turned around. Dean turned with me and spooned me. His arm was over my stomach. The other was under my head. He moved his arm and drew circles and hearts and other shapes on my shoulder. He moved my hair aside, whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

I closed my eyes with a sigh. I was finally feeling a bit happier now. He placed a light kiss on the skin behind my ear. I moved a little and got a little flushed.

I grabbed his hand in mine and moved on my back. He hovered above me. I looked to his eyes and saw that his eyes had darkened. They normally were a light grey but they were almost black now. He moved down and pecked my nose. I let out a light giggle and wrapped my arms around his neck. His eyes seemed to ask me for permission. I nodded quickly and he gave me a short kiss on the lips. He pulled back way too soon. I followed and captured his lips with mine. His lips were soft and nicely moist. They weren’t too big, but they weren’t small either. They fit to mine perfectly. He quickly took over with kissing. Moving his lips to part my lips. I slowly opened mine a little. Our tongues caressed each other softly, with slow movements. He pulled back a little and kissed the corner of my mouth. His legs placed themselves on both sides of my hips.

His lips trailed down my neck with slow light pecks. I couldn’t keep my moan in when he kissed me softly on the curve between my neck and my shoulder. I could feel his smirk against my skin as he placed another kiss. I let out another soft moan. He slowly sucked on my skin, no doubt leaving a hickey behind. I arched my back in response and slowly let out a low long moan. His hands trailed down my sides to the hem of my t shirt. He slowly moved his hands under my shirt and moved them over the curves of my stomach. I moved my hands above my head as he pulled my shirt off. He looked happy as he saw me in my bra under him. He trailed a finger between my breasts till he encountered the closing of my bra. He looked in my eyes and I nodded again. He opened my bra and helped me to get it off. In embarrassment I quickly crossed my arms in front of my breasts.

“Don’t, you are perfect.” He said to me as he pulled my arms away. He moved his hands and cupped my breasts, slowly flicking his thumb over my nipple.

My nipple became hard and peaked out. I moved my hands to the hem of his shirt and quickly pulled it off. His warm skin against mine. His hard shapes against my soft ones. As he kissed me again, he pulled my shorts off. I was lying under him in just my lacy thong. He moved his hands up and down my body as he trailed kisses down my neck, over his hickey, down to my breasts. He placed kisses around my breasts, slowly taking a soft bite every now and then. I arched my back longing for something.

“Please.” I moaned breathlessly. He looked up and gave me a slow kiss on my mouth again before moving back to my breasts and kissing a nipple. He took it in his mouth and slowly sucked on it. I arched my back again to make it easier for him. I placed my hands on his back and almost scratched him. I moved my hands up and down, following his muscles. I could see the ripples on his arms while he held himself above me. I felt the bumps of his abs. As he scratched his teeth against my nipple I grabbed his hair in a tight grip and pushed him down some more. I moved him to my other nipple when I felt like I was slowly dying.

I pulled his pants off and moved my hands to the hem of his boxers.

“No, not yet.” He said as he grabbed my hands and moved them back to his shoulders. He kissed my mouth again as his hand trailed down my stomach to my thong. His fingers slipped under the small bit of fabric. I let out a sigh as his fingers touched my private parts. A finger slid from front to back, back to front.

“You’re really wet and ready for me.” He said to me. I let out a moan as a finger slowly entered me. His hand left me shortly when he removed my thong, but it wasn’t for long. He quickly slipped his finger back into me. His thumb slowly caressed my clit, going in circles, applying different types of pressure. He kissed down my stomach, pressing a butterfly kiss every time. He entered another finger and that was enough. I came undone with a loud high moan.

He removed his boxers. I let out a quiet gasp at the sight of him. I hadn’t seen another man without clothes on. I was a virgin, well except for James, who had raped me when I was unconscious, so I still thought I was a virgin.

He grabbed a condom from the nightstand and rolled it on himself. He turned around and saw my eyes being enlarged.

“Don’t worry.” He said to me. Don’t worry? He’s an idiot! He moved closer again and kissed me again. With the kiss I forgot all of the problems and I could feel my fluids move freely. With his finger he checked if I was ready and then positioned himself in front of my entrance. I nodded and he slowly thrust in. My walls made room for him and I stretched out almost painfully. As he was fully in he waited a few minutes to let me get used to the feeling of him inside of me. I clenched my muscles and he started thrusting back and forth. Almost totally out of my and all the way back into me. He directed his thrusts so he would hit my G-spot. Every time he slid by my G-spot I would melt a little more and let out another groan. With each slide I clenched my muscles, with each clench he let out a low groan of pleasure. He moved faster and deeper. I moved my hips to him. To meet him in each thrust. My breathing became faster and less deep. With each thrust I could feel myself climb higher up the mountain to climax.

“Let go baby girl!” Dean said to me as he applied a little pressure on my clit. With his little words and the pressure of his thumb on my clit I climaxed hard. I get coming and coming. My muscles kept clenching around him. He let out one loud groan and then fell back down on me. As he got his breathing to normal he got up and disposed of the condom. He quickly grabbed a cloth and cleaned us both. Then he laid back down beside me. I cuddled to his side and fell asleep.

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