I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand as the voice continued.
"I was hoping that I'd find you asleep so that I could join you in our dreams. I was going to show you some beautiful places from my past," he said menacingly as he stalked closer to me. He looked dangerously sexy still.
"You would have loved this little meadow in Paris it's what Romanian's would call atat de frumos. Do you know what that means?"
I shook my head and gulped. He seemed to be teasing me or luring me into a false sense of security.
"So beautiful. That's what I think of you Aubrey Nova. Prea frumos." He was in front of me now but he didn't touch me. He was looking at the latch and the picture that laid on the floor. He bent in front of me and I shivered. He picked up the picture and threw it on the bed. When he came back up he gave me a distant look.
I looked down, "You have to understand why I want to leave Nixon."
He narrowed his eyes, "Well explain yourself, because I don't."
I grew frustrated and just moved away from him folding my arms across my chest, "I love you but I just can't. I get that you're a vampire but I'm not okay with the whole blood and biting shit!"
He was looking at me as if I had broken his heart, "It's not my fault that I'm like this. I didn't choose this," he whispered.
I couldn't help but feel bad. I had never even asked him how he was turned. What if he had been forced or even abused in his past life? But that didn't change the fact that I couldn't be a vampire. I don't want to be.
"I'm sorry that you didn't choose this but I have to choose for myself. I want to go home," I said sternly. Tears were now streaming down my face and I probably looked a mess. I knew this had ruined our time in the field. After all that talking I was just going to leave him.
He laughed. It wasn't a good laugh either. "My sweet Aubrey. What makes get to have a choice?" he said in a deep voice. He was in front of me too fast. It left my head spinning. I tried to move but he grabbed my waist in his steel grip. I knew that it was hopeless so I stopped struggling.
He gave looked so evil when he stared into my eyes. So hauntingly beautiful. "Why should you get a choice when others don't? Well love, I chose for you already."
He began to wipe my tears away in a loving gesture but his eyes remained pained. I had hurt him. I should have been faster. Or should I have not tried at all?My body was drained. I almost couldn't feel my eyelids anymore. He seemed so concentrated on something. That's when I knew.
"Ple-ase.. I.. sorry," I tried muttering as he placed me on the bed. I hit the bed with a soft whoosh, or maybe I just couldn't feel my back. I was trying to fight the urge to sleep. I had no idea what his intentions were in our dream world. I didn't wanna find out.
He was stroking my hair, "You removed my flowers. I thought you loved them," his tone was somber. I wanted to reply and tell him that I did but I was already succumbing to sleep.
Dream
Kisses were left all over my neck moving fast then slow licking in their wake. I tried to move but my hands were tied above my head with a hair tie. His body was in between my legs and his hands were roaming under my white dress. I resisted the urge to moan.
"Nixon! What are you doing?" I yelled trying to get him off of me. He looked up at me with a desperate expression on his face. His eyes were a vibrant green, the same hypnotizing color they always were. His hair however was loose and shaped his sculpted face. The curls made him even sexier. He looked too good and my thoughts began to waver.
"Let me love you.. please," he murmured in between kisses. His hand slowly hitched my dress up too my thighs. His head went down to my thighs and he began licking slowly. Teasing me with his tongue. My thoughts were in complete disarray when his thumb stroked over my clit. I let out a low moan that I couldn't control.
I was shaking as he stroked at a faster pace, "Nixon, we shouldn't," I stuttered. I didn't really think about my first time. I mean every girl thinks about loosing her virginity but I never thought I'd be thinking about it in a dream. If I lose it in a dream do I lose it in real life too? Maybe it was easier for him this way. Easier for him to not bite me.
He moved his body up until his eyes made contact with mine again. I was panting like a mad man in need of water. He kissed my forehead and then his lips made contact with mine. I was exploding with feelings. My hands were still tied above my head with his hair tie as we kissed among the flowers.
He moved my underwear out of the way and slowly eased a finger into my vagina. I sighed in bliss as he stroked deeper and faster. He was still kissing my face and whispering sweet words, "Prea frumos."
I had no idea how to speak Romanian, but it still caused me to shriek from the pleasure he was causing. My head bent back and I felt truly blissful for that moment. I hadn't even noticed him pulling his own pants down. He smoothed the tendrils of hair that had escaped out of my face. His eyes glowed and he continued to kiss me passionately. One smooth thrust and he was inside me. Filling me. I would definitely feel this when I woke up.
It hurt. Even when he caressed me and said it would be over soon, it hurt. The pressure became steady and with each thrust I slowly began to thrust back. Pain turned to pleasure. I heard him groaning as he came. My back arched as I came with him. He readjusted himself and laid with me in the grass.
We were quiet for a while. I really didn't know what to say to him. I mean we just had dream sex. I just lost my virginity in a dream.
"What are you thinking about love," He asked in a deep voice studying my face.
"Will I feel this when I wake up?"
He chuckled, "Yes, I'm sure you will."
I furrowed my brows, "But how? I mean you weren't holding my picture when I fell asleep."
He was absentmindedly putting flowers in my hair, "It's better to have the real thing than a picture."
"But why did you do it?"
"To prove that I love you," he said staring into my eyes.
I swallowed the bile rising in my throat, "You know I can't stay. I need to see my friends and my mom."
"You don't need them anymore!" he growled causing me to sit up with fright.
He was up on two feet and staring down at me, "You have to accept that you'll never see them again."
I was shocked, "You still don't understand! I can't stay here my mom needs me. She's probably worried sick."
He laughed and shook his head, "It's too late. I own your virtue and I own you."
I flushed embarrassed and pulled my dress down more to try and restore some dignity, "I am not something to be owned Nixon."
He slanted his head, "Of course you are. I own you."
I stared at him disbelief. He seemed harder and distant than the man I knew. His eyes were now raking up and down my body as I sat up in the grass.
"Deci, perfect perfect," he whisper and got on his knees. I knew that he was going to try and scoot closer to me. I shook my head and scooted away.
He smiled, "I'd love to chase you Aubrey. Don't give me a reason to."
The dream world started to disappear and I knew that I would soon be awake.
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