Aselia’s POV
That gaping hole in my heart began to diminish the longer I kissed this stranger, already forgetting where he had co from, what we had talked about and why I ended up kissing him.
At that mont, amidst the swirling uncertainty, one thing remained resolute in my heart, I couldn’t bear the thought of ending his tender embrace or releasing him from the enchanting touch our lips shared.
I was extrely perplexed while he seed deprived. Maybe this is what my heart had been wanting all along, to kiss a stranger. Since when did I beco so shaless to start smooching random strangers?
His hand had slid down to my bare leg, and he caressed it ever so gently, making whimper in pleasure, I didn’t know my body could feel this way. His touch was so gentle, his hands warm against my skin, as they grazed my thighs and waist and I brazenly wanted more.
How was he making experience all this? The more I thought the more muddled my thoughts got and the more hazy my brain beca. I shut down my thought process and surrendered myself to this foreigner, who inexplicably felt familiar to .
He finally let go of my lips, leaving extrely breathless, my chest heaved as I tried to get as much oxygen as possible into my lungs. I had never seen anyone have such an enticing pair of grey eyes and they started into mine with so much intensity and passion, that for a second I was lost in them.
Blinked, I blinked several tis and yet he kept gaping at , his fingers began stroking my face, they lightly brushed against my temples, cheeks, and lips down to my chin and neck. Seed like he was storing away in his mories.
Why wasn’t I feeling shy from him?
Why wasn’t his touch bothering ?
Where was I?
I had even forgotten my surroundings, for he had hijacked my brain.
’Damn!’
I didn’t even know his na.
"W...what is your na?" I stamred, forming words was becoming difficult my eyes were becoming so droopy. How much did I drink?
He only smiled at my question and didn’t answer. He had such a charismatic smile with a slight hint of playfulness tugging on the corners of his lips. I could sense the heat rising on my cheeks, the longer his gaze lingered on .
Those lips, I wanted to taste them again.
What was wrong with ? Why was I acting so greedy all of a sudden? Was it the alcohol which had unleashed so hidden part of where I didn’t care what I did and had beco shaless?
Unconsciously my eyes kept going back to those inviting lips of his and he seed to have sensed that for a smirk crept up on his face as he found staring.
Moving closer he sensually claid mine and I slipped my hands into his hair. The tenderness of his lips and the softness of his hair made lt like butter in his arms. How could soone be so sensual? The pit of my belly was burning hot as I was lost in the longings erupting inside , like a fucking volcano, destroying everything in its path, sending that hot lava coursing through my veins and blazing every inch of my skin.
His lips artistically moved along mine as if we had done this nurous tis before, his tongue explored every nook and cranny of my mouth and danced along with mine in a passion of their creation.
He kissed for who knows how long? The concept of ti was lost on , and the concept of space and morality was lost on too. All that existed was him, his lips and his touches and I wanted more of that, I wanted all of that.
Finally, he let go of my lips and slowly pecked them one last ti before instructing :
"Leia! Sleep now..." his velvety voice seed to float towards as he collected in his arms and tugged closer in his warm embrace against his sinewy chest. His nose nuzzled in my hair as he gently planted a soft kiss on them.
He lowered his gaze and his forefinger traced the tattoo on my neck and my skin beca charged wherever he touched . He continued to touch the tattooed wings with an amused smile on his lips.
How did he know my na?
Did I tell him?
I didn’t rember telling him but then I didn’t rember a lot of things.
Everything beca hazy after that and soon I was lost in the cosiness he provided. Clinging to him like I had never done to anyone else, I claid everything he had to offer. His hardness pressed against my core and I moaned uncontrollably.
"Ahhhh!"
"It’s alright my love," his voice was so soft against my hair, he stroked them, trying to calm my raging emotions and palpitating heart as if understanding how turned on and heated my body had beco.
Amidst this strange occurrence unfolding around , one perplexing detail stood out. I never once found myself questioning his identity, although I couldn’t rember his na.
It was as though I shared an unspoken familiarity with him as if my very being was already accustod to his gentle touches, his tender kisses, and the intensity of his gaze.
No matter how much he touched , I couldn’t seem to get enough of him, as if I have been starved to be with him.
He whispered sothing in my hair but I was too sleepy to comprehend what it was and I was finally lost in the realm of sleep.
That night I dreamt of the white angel again and this ti he had a face, his face. He was smiling at as he held close to his heart, before he could kiss I suddenly woke up, rubbing my eyes.
The sun had risen and its golden rays were filtering in and falling on the floor of my room. Instantly, I jerked my head to the spot behind , but the bed was empty. No one was there.
"What a stranger dream, but it felt so real," I muttered to myself and my fingers went to my lips, I touched them to feel any lingering presence of those sumptuous lips but then facepald myself. It was just a dream, no one was there in my room.
Why did it feel so real?
I checked my window and it was locked from the inside and there were no traces of anyone being in my room, let alone a strange man. I peeked at my legs and I swear I could still feel his long fingers grazing them.
There was sothing seriously wrong with . Firstly I dreamt of him and now I thought he was real and was here and we had a steamy make-out session. My brain was fried, and I was in dire need of a psychiatrist.
Sighing I got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom. A shower would help clear my head a bit for my temples were throbbing as if soone had hamred them.
Yurian, that idiot had gotten drunk last night and made have wet dreams about soone I had concocted in my world of imagination. Although his face was hazy I could rember so of his features, those grey eyes for sure were the colour I had never seen before.
As I took my panties off, they were soaked.
’What the hell?’
’Why am I so turned on from a dream?’
This was beyond embarrassing and I didn’t want to share this with anyone.
Sighing heavily I discarded my clothes and stood under the cold shower to calm my burning body, it was burning with desires I held for an entity. I was sure I had conjured up to fill the desperate need for soone whose touch won’t repulse .
After taking a bath and cooling down, I changed into jeans and a top, dried my hair and headed out. Rony’s loud barks greeted , as he ca at with full speed.
"Woof!" he had grown so huge in the past ten months, his warm eyes were fixated on as he circled all around.
Yurian had just erged from his room and we t in the hallway. He had an amused smile on the sides of his lips.
"You got drunk last night, didn’t you?" I accused with a frown.
"We only shared a beer, I don’t know what you are talking about," he raised his hands in defence.
"Doesn’t seem like that with the way my head is being hamred and I had weird dreams," not that I was going to tell him what those were.
"Oh! Really? Please elaborate," he asked as we headed to the kitchen.
"I will pass," giving him a furious side glance I walked over to Esma and hugged her before saying:
"Good morning! Sothing slls delicious."
Yurian laughed at my reaction but didn’t pry anymore while Esma hugged back and said:
"I am making waffles for you kiddos."
"Let us set the table," Yurian and I began to help her but my mind was filled with the lewd dreams of that angelic stranger.
Great, now he had a face as well. It would be near to impossible to ignore, now that he seed so real.
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