I put aside my fears and try to concentrate on finding other clues, but no luck there. When I wanted to go to my room to sleep, Lucas stopped me.
“There is a camera that’s aiming directly at the bed. I don’t think you wanna sleep there,” he whispers.
A strong noise makes me jump and get closer to Lucas. I end up near his chest, which is illuminated when a strong lightning bolt strikes the room. It gives the room such a wicked energy that I cannot even put into words.
My chocolate eyes are spellbound by his beautiful eyes, which seem olive in the soft light of the candles. I just can’t makemyself take my gaze off them, but I am forced to do so after he takes me to bed and helps me under the black sheets. He puts a soft kiss on my forehead, takes one of the candles from the floor, and then his warmth gets away with him to the other side of the door, closing it behind him without saying a word.
I turn my head on the pillow, and I immediately feel a familiar scent, but it isn’t Lucas’s.
The dreams welcome me with open arms, and a pair of pitch-black eyes capture my thoughts.
Chapter 6
A glare from the abyss
My lips curl into a smile. A rough hand delicately moves on my back, while a pair of soft lips kiss me on the back of my head and on the neck. A strong bite makes me moan and open my eyes.
My smile enlarges when I turn around and see two black beads, which turn me on just by looking at me, trying to read the thoughts behind my horny facial expression.
He hasn’t said a word, but lifts me in his arms. We go into the shower, where he turns on the water and lowers me slowly until my feet touch the floor.
The fact that I slept naked last night helps me better satisfy my morning desires. After the crazy sex where I got tied to the bed and turned in all kinds of wild positions in a blend of pleasure moans, I passed out and haven’t woken up until earlier.
I feel the cold water falling over our bodies, making me shiver for a moment, even though I am boiling on the inside. I get used to the temperature as soon as his hands start exploring my body from my boobs, which he squeezed hard, getting a long moan from me. He goes down my stomach and forces my legsto spread. I almost slip on the black tiles, but two of his fingers succeed in keeping me up by forcing their way into me.
I close my eyes from the pleasure, while he kisses my neck, my boobs, my belly. The other hand that wasn’t in me gets to my ass and squeezes the hell out of it, moaning alongside me.
I open my eyes and freeze. The eyes that came from the abyss were replaced by two emeralds. The hand that was in me quickly comes over my lips, stopping any questions I had from coming out of my mouth. With the other one, he takes his cock to push inside me while kissing me hard on the lips and making me close my eyes. I am extremely confused, but I can’t refrain from whimpering as the pleasure comes on a higher level.
What really woke me up was a scream in the background, which makes me open my eyes wide. I stand upright, breathing heavily.
It was just a dream.
Looking around, I see that I am in bed, dressed, and surrounded by black sheets.
My brain tries to process what the hell I just dreamt. Who was the one with deep black eyes and a gorgeous asian gaze? Why did Lucas appear in my dream?
I try to get those thoughts out of my head and the pulsation off mylower part. Another scream and a crash get me out of bed. I open the door in search of the source of the sound. I reach the sofa where Lucas slept last night, only to find him on the floor, angry, half-covered by the sheets, sweaty, and frowny. The interesting part in all of this is that he relaxes when his eyes reach mine. He makes me move closer to him just through his gaze, feeling like he needed me, however strange it may sound.
He surprises me when he gives me a strong hug. I am almost out of breath, but he quickly realises that and reduces his grasp.
He is still breathing heavily, and I feel his heart almost wanting to get out of his chest. He soon calms down, breakingup the hug, and catches me off guard when he takes my cheeks in his big hands. He looks closely all over my face, only stopping when reaching my eyes.
“I know it was just a dream, but I’m so glad you’re safe,” he says while keeping his hands on my face.
“What was your dream about? Should I get scared, too?” I ask jokingly with my lips curled up, but his facial expression erases my smile pretty fast.
He sighs and removes his hands, putting one through his sweaty curly hair. He doesn’t move away from me, but looks deeply into my eyes from a small distance. If he hadn’t started to talk, I am afraid I would’ve lost myself in their spell, while they remind me of the dream that makes my sex twitch.
“I dreamt of you… dead,” he whispers, making me tremble, any trace of arousal quickly disappearing. “You were on the bed with your throat slit, but that wasn’t the hardest part to watch. The one in the photo, probably my brother, was next to you with a knife in one hand, taking the blood from it to his mouth and feeling your… taste,” he gulps, and I feel a powerful shiver down my spine because of the image he created behind my eyes.
“He said he did it because you didn’t want to behisand that your blood was sweeter than you when you were alive. I know it was just a dream, but I cannot get what he said out of my head, whom he addressed, and neither your lifeless grey eyes,” he finishes speaking by drawing his lips into a straight line.
Who is the beautiful man next to me, and why did he get so scared when he saw me dead in a dream?
I take his hands in mine while I get lost in his alluring eyes. I am trying to digest both of our dreams, but mine doesn’t really feel like a full fantasy, but a faraway reality combined with the gaze of the one in front of me.
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