Chapter 22
Chapter 22
A Lot of Few Hours Ago…
The calming sound of the mild wind was like a lullaby as I slept peacefully in my room, but then a noise broke the silence–slow, deliberate footsteps. My body stiffened in instinct, and as my eyes fluttered open, a hand clamped over my mouth, silencing the gasp that threatened to
escape.
My heart pounded as I stared up at the figure leaning over me. Hazel eyes gleamed in the faint light, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. Kaiden.
“Hey, Introvert,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth, the sound sliding over my skin like velvet. His smirk widened, an almost wolfish curve that made my breath hitch. “It’s me.”
I froze beneath his touch, every nerve in my body alight with equal parts fear and… something else. Something dangerous. Something unholy.
“I’m letting go of your mouth,” he said softly, his gaze locking with mine as if daring me to defy him. “You better don’t scream.” His hand was warm against my skin, and the wild rhythm of his pulse matched mine, beating in a reckless, synchronized tempo.
Slowly, agonizingly, he lifted his hand from my lips, his fingers brushing my cheek as he did so. My skin burned where he touched me, the ghost of his grip leaving me breathless.
didn’t scream. I couldn’t. My heart was in my throat, my lungs struggling to keep up with the strangely exciting feeling that I am sensing right
now.
He tilted his head, studying me with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. “Good girl,” he murmured, his tone teasing yet intimate, the words curling around me like smoke.
I didn’t even sit up in bed; I just stayed there, lying still. “What the hell are you doing here?” I whispered, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to sound firm.
But he didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he leaned closer, his presence darkly alluring, making my thinking capacity go poof.
“I’m here to keep my words,” he said, his voice low and husky, a dark promise that sent a tremor racing down my spine. His breath brushed my skin, warm and intoxicating.
Before I could fully comprehend his words, he closed the space between us in one swift movement, his lips capturing mine in a fierce, almost desperate kiss.
I could feel the undeniable heat radiating from his body as he pressed me into the softness of the sheets beneath us, the sensation of his chest against mine sending shivers through every nerve.The intensity was so raw and strong that it set my mind on fire, burning all the wrongs and rights. I was acutely aware of every inch of him, every muscle, every movement as he held me closer, making it impossible to escape this magnetic pull.
His hands tangled in my hair as his tongue wildly brushed against mine, claiming me in a way that left me breathless, my heart pounding against my ribcage like it was trying to break free. His kiss was like a drug, leaving me dizzy, craving more, unable to think of anything but the heat of his touch and the fire building between us.
When he finally pulled back, his gaze locked with mine, wild and determined. My heart pounded as his lips trailed to my neck, leaving a path of electric kisses that made my skin burn.
“You’re mine tonight,” he growled, his voice sending a thrill through me.
He then pulled up my mini night dress before trialing his finger between my legs, and–Oh, God! I can’t help but melt under his touch, my resolve crumbling.
His lips softly crashed againsts the inside of my thighs, igniting a passion that made me question everything–my boundaries, my morals, and even my own heart. It was dangerous, overwhelming, and I couldn’t stop myself from wanting more.
Our hearts were racing in unison, as if we were two bodies sharing one soul. “Lucy…” he said my name, his voice a low murmur that sent a shiver through me.
“Yes…” I moaned softly, completely lost in the fire of the moment.
“Lucy,” he called again, but this time, his voice took on a strange, robotic edge as if I was in a lostland of motherboard.
“Lucy!” The voice came again, sharper, clearer, and distinctly feminine.
“Lucy!” I jolted awake, my chest rising and falling as if I’d run a marathon. My eyes darted around the room, piecing together my surroundings. Rubina’s room.
“Come on, we’ll be late,” she said briskly, handing me my toothbrush as she walked toward the mirror, adjusting her hair with quick, practiced
movements.
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Chapter 22
I blinked at her, still half–immersed in the lingering heat of the dream. My cheeks burned, my pulse erratic as flashes of Kaiden’s hazel eyes and commanding touch coursed through my mind.
“Chop, chop. Freshen up,” Rubina said, snapping her fingers to pull me from my daze. “We have a family breakfast and need to leave for school soon. It’s already getting late.”
“Yeah,” Sheela chimed in as she stepped out of the bathroom, drying her face with a towel. She leaned against the doorway, giving me a once–over with raised eyebrows. “Hurry up!”
“Okay,” I managed to reply, my voice barely audible. My fingers curled around the edge of the blanket, gripping it tightly as I tried to calm my racing heart. The dream still clung to me like a second skin, Kaiden’s phantom touch leaving me breathless.
Rubina’s gaze softened as she tilted her head in the mirror’s reflection. “Are you okay?” she turned around and asked, concern creasing her brow. “Did you have a nightmare?”
“Sort of,” I said, looking away as I tried to hide my flushing cheeks. “You have no idea what I saw.”
“What was it?” Sheela asked eagerly, plopping onto the edge of the bed. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity as she leaned forward, practically bouncing in place. “Tell me, tell me!” She stretched out and observed my face. “Judging by your face, it seems like you had a sex dream.”
“Yea-“The word was about to slip out as a confirmation. After last night’s chat, we’d grown close enough to share things like this. But then I stopped myself, my thoughts snapping back to Kaiden and Rubina’s past. It wouldn’t be appropriate to tell them I’d dreamed about Kaiden— especially not after Rubina had confided in me about their tragic breakup just the night before.
This won’t look good, there a few hours ago, she was crying and telling me how much she loved Kaiden, and the same night, I ended up having a sex dream about him? No, that’s such shameless behaviour.
“YeaAAabsolutely… nnnot!” I changed my response, my heart hammering in my chest as I tried to play it off, my eyes darting between her and Sheela. “Nothing worth sharing, trust me.” I reached my hand through my hair, hoping the motion would calm me, but my fingers trembled ever so slightly, giving me away. “It was just an embarrassingly weird dream. It was nasty. Trust me. I might just puke if I even try to remember it.”
I made a dramatic “about to puke” gesture, rolling my eyes, sticking my tongue out, and pressing a hand to my stomach as if the mere thought of it was really making me disgusted–completely different from what I felt in reality. But that didn’t matter. All that mattered was Sheela not pressing further, which, luckily, she didn’t and I saved myself from being an absolute bitch in front of my new friends.
To be continued…
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