She was suddenly burning with so much need. And so was he. She could hear him groaning as if he was in pain.
After a while, a soft moan escaped her lips. His hands felt so good on her body. “Don’t stop…”
“I won’t if you will say it, Talia. Say you will be mine. Say it,” he commanded softly as he tugged her nipple, driving her to the edge of her wits. His fingers rubbed faster and harder. She was aching for release. She was so close to exploding when his fingers suddenly slowed down. He bit her earlobe. “I’m sorry, baby, but I won’t let you cum unless you promise to be mine. That’s the rule. Promise me first.”
This may be a dream but the Vampires had tons of tricks under their sleeves. Talia could be held responsible with whatever she says once she woke up from this. But her body was dying for “it.” She needed it. She needed him badly to forget the searing pain between her legs.
“You can’t do this to me. I need you now. Please,” she said, aware that she was almost begging.
“Oh, I do, too, baby. Hell, I have never needed a woman this much in my entire life. But I need your word first, baby. You got to give it to me first. You are finally ready for me. Don’t hold back now and give me your word.”
Talia wanted to say it and end this sweet torture. Her core twitched when she felt his fingers divulging her folds. “You are so soft and so wet, baby.”
Talia gasped. She wanted him. She wanted more of this. But at the last minute, before she could say it, the stranger mercilessly pulled out his fingers. She watched as he licked his fingers before he gave her that oh so sexy smile of his. She felt her cheeks flush because of what he did. She could not believe he just… tasted her. Seeing him do it turned her on all the more.
“You tasted as sweet as I imagined, baby.”
His eyes were still wild with lust and judging by the bulging in his pants, he was still fully aroused but he stopped midway and impatiently pulled down her night gown. It fell on the floor. He looked like he was about to say something more, but was suddenly interrupted.
His facial muscles tensed. He looked around, his eyes were now alert. “He’s here. That bastard found me. Damn it!”
“What do you mean?” Talia asked, still dazed. The need to grab him was so intense that she could hardly breathe.
“You are mine, Talia. Remember that. I don’t share,” he said instead.
Before she could even answer, the stranger disappeared…
Talia woke up sweating. She was panting as she pressed her forehead. She knew it. It was another dream… another wet dream. But it felt real. Until now, it was like she could still feel the stranger’s hands on her body. She could even swear she could still smell his masculine scent on her. But how was that possible?
Talia had been warned that she would get to experience a lot of extraordinary things the moment she turned twenty-eight but she never thought that one of those things was this. And she was not even twenty-eight yet. It was still two weeks before her birthday but she had been dreaming about the stranger for almost a month now. Although tonight was the first time that their encounter in her dream became that intense. Most of the time, no matter how much he teased her, she could still hold back.
Every time she was near to saying yes to him, she would find herself backing out, feeling like it was wrong, like she was sinning against someone else. And it was madness. Tonight was the first time that she actually begged him to do it, that she wanted to sin with him.
Oh, God… what had she become?
Talia’s face was still flushed when she turned to look at the digital clock on the bedside table. It was past two in the morning. She did not think she could go back to sleep again. She touched her throat, it suddenly felt dry. What was happening to her? Now that her birthday was just around the corner, her body was craving more and more for something… for someone. The craving was so strong that it hurt.
Talia lifted the comforter when she felt the cold breeze on her skin. But after a while, her forehead creased. Cold breeze? She quickly scanned her room. Her eyes widened when she noticed that the sliding door towards the veranda was open. She was certain that she closed it before sleeping last night.
Talia was about to stand up to close the door when she noticed something else. She was no longer wearing her night gown. And her underwear was missing. Her chest pounded. She quickly rose and turned on the switch. That was when she saw her underwear, it was on the carpet, on the exact same place where she dreamt of herself making out with the stranger.
Her underwear was ripped apart. She walked towards the life-sized mirror and examined herself. Her nipples were still hard and the center of her body was still wet. Even her frustration for not being able to cum was still there. Her neck, left ear, her breasts, and her thighs were a bit red. She was also swollen down there.
Her lips parted in disbelief. What was the meaning of this? The thing that happened earlier… was it still a dream?
Talia was confident to do all those things with the stranger because she thought it was nothing but a dream. There was no way she would do such thing in real life. But the knowledge that it was no longer a dream and someone did sneak inside her room was too much. And to think that she almost submitted herself to him.