“I don’t have any condoms on me, so I’ll just do it differently.”
He gets out of me before I can get the chance to tell him of my collection from the other room. He quickly turns me on my belly and lifts my legs so I can stay on my knees. My hands automatically stand, making the ideal position for him.
I turn my head to look at him just as he enters me, and I cannot bear not to scream.
“Lucas!”
“Yes, love, moan for me,” he growls, while moving extremely fast.
My hands and knees are barely hanging on there to sustain my weight as he is going fast inside of me, multiplying the pleasure exponentially.
He retracts fast, and I see him finishing all over my back, feeling the vibration of his hard moan in my whole body.
He smiles when he sees what he left on my back. Unfortunately, while I was watching him, a pair of black eyes tried to swap with his emeralds.
I quickly get up with my back to Lucas, scared of my imagination.
Shit…
“Something wrong?” he asks me when he sees my abrupt change of behaviour.
He touches my shoulder, and I startle, remembering the glare from the abyss.
I move my sight to the confused look in his eyes and fill my lungs with the air that was still in the room before beginning to talk.
“I haven’t told you that I also dreamt of something,” I try to tell him, but I felt the words came too softly, and he wasn’t able to hear me.
But from the look in his eyes and the frown on his forehead, I think he did hear me. I take a deep breath to emotionally prepare myself for what I’m about to tell him, because from the connection my brain tried to make at the most inadequate moment ever, it’s bad for both of us. Even if I am or not the missing bride who ran from her own wedding, I can’t get the poignant thoughts out of my mind.
“I have a fiancé, and I don’t think it’s you.”
I immediately regret what I said. I don’t even get why I haven’t processed all of these faster before having amazing sex with him. The fact that I cheated on my fiancé, which I only remember from my dream, makes my mind go crazy. The strange part is the toxic attraction between Lucas and me.
Something is not ok with my brain.
Wow, and you figured it out just now?
Lucas blinks repetitively, trying to process the simple, but emotional words I just told him. He turns around and takes back his boxers, dressing them fast.
I don’t even know how to cover myself more with my hands on my chest and my legs glued together. Not with his essence running down my back.
“I need a moment,” he says and gets out of the room.
I exhale relieved, but full of weird and strong feelings, while my heart and brain oscillate between the two glares I became a prisoner of.
Chapter 7
Mysterious memories
I was stone still for a couple of minutes, unable to process what just happened. Eventually, I went to the bathroom and took a quick shower, getting rid of what Lucas left on my back. I wanted to prolong the shower, but when I turned on the water, my thoughts headed straight to my dream and the piercing black eyes.
My brain tries to process what my heart can’t. Why did I run from my fiancé? Is it him or just another adventure like mine with Lucas? Is he looking for me? If he knew what I did, would he break up with me, or did I do that, considering I came here?
Did he do something that bad, and my mind wanted to get rid of it through amnesia and hot sex?
I feel extremely attracted to Lucas, but I know our story isn’t that simple. My intuition also says that the memory from the past is true, so I’m sure we know each other. It would've been something to meet here just to cheat on my real fiancé, but why does my intuition tell me otherwise?
I ended up alone, naked, satisfied, and with my mind more messed up and far more confused than before, with a whole list of questions in my head. I don’t even have to mention the million imaginative sceneries.
