Wet Wet Dreams

MARGAUX PURRED when something soft and warm traced her spine. Her consciousness began to drift in and out of sleep. It was like that until those lips found the dimple on her back and bit.

"Mmm..." She unwittingly buried her face in her pillow when thousands of sensations peppered her skin.

"Do you want more?"

"Yes."

As if that was the only cue the man behind her needed, his hand instantly found one of her breasts and squeezed. The heat that traveled from his palm to her flesh was heavenly. "Oh, yes!"

"More?"

"Please!"

"As you wished." With one swift move, the man grabbed her shoulder and pinned her down. The bed they were on was soft, but the man next to her... was lean.

The brute unceremoniously dove for one of her sore breasts, just in time for her nakedness to be exposed to him. Forcing a sweet moan from her, he tenderly bit the underside of her breast, playfully leaving a mark. He wetly kissed the same skin to relieve the pain.

"You like it this way, huh?"

"Yes," she said, sounding like she was dying, but then she wasn’t. In truth, she had never felt so alive. She wasn’t even aware of how soft her bedsheet was until this man awakened all her nerves. Her back arched to its limit when his mouth traveled over her skin.

He was leaving hot, wet trails on everything he kissed, working his way slowly from under her breast to her wanton peak. And then, as if the long wait were over, he finally put her nipple in his mouth and sucked her.

She delightfully writhed under him. Her fingers found their way to his soft hair, and she tugged on it. One of his strong hands decided to join in, sweetly torturing her and caressing her other breast. As if that were not enough, he let go of her peak and made his lips crawl slowly to her navel. His hot assault stopped there for a while as he planted one heavy kiss on her skin. Then he continued tasting her inch by inch, licking, kissing, and gently biting as if he were memorizing all her crooks and crannies with his mouth.

Margaux moaned sweetly. She loved how he worshiped her. She couldn’t help but anticipate where his lips would land next to hers, and she craved it.

"Oh, God. Yes!" Her voice went high-pitched when his head moved lower, and his mouth landed between her open legs. Sudden boldness took over her sanity, and her hand clasped hard against the sheet. She wasn’t able to control herself when her hips started bucking, grinding her soft and sweet flesh on his face, deliberately rubbing with need. "Eat me, please. Oh..."

His obedience made her throw her head backward. She could feel his lips and tongue tasting her folds and sucking her every time. His warm breath was on her clitoral area, and her body couldn’t stop screaming for him. The pressure building in her womb was starting to get unbearable. Her nerves were getting chaotic, and she knew exactly what she wanted. "Oh, you need to fuck me now."

"Not yet," the man murmured against her sensitive flesh, teasing her while holding both of her legs firmly open.

"Fuck you!"

"I will..." he chuckled, then added, "Hard."

She was still burning with need when her ear-tearing voice echoed in that room. He slapped her thigh!

The attack was unprecedented, and she almost cried at how her skin immediately burned. It stung! However, the stinging didn’t last long and was instantly followed by gentle kisses on her sweet mound, this time more hungrily.

He was an expert lady-worshiper, sensual, with animal instinct, and very accurate. Margaux felt herself close to bursting, so she clenched her muscles and held on. However, the sound of her flesh slapping his palm echoed through the walls again. It mixed with her wails and moans.

"Do you like this?"

"Yes..." she gargled, crying and moaning at the same time. She could feel her pleasure combining with her pain, and it was strangely turning her on even more.

She glanced at the man between her sprawled legs and saw him unbuckling his belt. His chin was glistening from her juice. Nonetheless, he looked proud while showing off where in this goddamn world his thin lips had just been a while ago. There was even triumph on his face when he gazed at her sore womanhood. Then, slowly, his gaze crept up to her flushed face.

She shivered when he smiled at her— his eyes were burning and yet ironically cold.

"Are you sure you want this?" He dangerously hissed as he pulled his belt completely off his jeans. He was staring firmly at her, but she couldn’t tell what was precisely inside his mind. He looked casual, even evil.

He began wrapping his belt around one of his knuckles. She knew that he was up to no good. The red mark on her thigh was still stinging, and she could just imagine where this scene would lead.

"I’m going to ask again before this buckle kisses you. Are you sure you want this, Margaux?"

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"NO!" MARGAUX’S VOICE tore through the dead silence of that place. She woke up so stunned and scared that she almost slipped from her chair. Her face was wet with beaded sweat, and she was panting. Everything felt so real earlier that she could still remember how her thighs stung.

Still in a daze, she looked around the room anxiously and just stopped when her eyes landed on the dextrose stand nearby.

‘Another dream,’ she sighed in relief.

Feeling worn out, she rested her back on her chair and wiped her sweaty face with her palm. She then gazed at the king-sized bed next to her and tiredly watched the amber-eyed man sleep.

Fourteen days. That was how long it had been since they first met. He had already recovered a little and stopped needing an oxygen supply. However, she was still in the dark about who he was.

Was that driving her crazy? Hell, yes. Especially when he appeared in her dreams each night, doing things to her that she wouldn’t even dare to do when she was awake.

‘Oh, stop!’ Her righteous self screamed when his naked body appeared in her mind. She slowly stood from her chair and then, just like all the previous nights, crawled carefully above him, like a spy.

She liked how he looked now more than the neatly shaven face he had before. He was one of the few guys who could rock overgrown facial hair and still look clean and manly.

She let her eyes roam over his face from that distance until they settled on his lips. Her heartbeat doubled in a flash. She couldn’t tell what it was about this man that had stirred her interest so much. She had known a lot of good and bad men in the past. Those good men she befriended, and those bad ones, she made into her boyfriends Nonetheless, none of them could compare with how Amber Eyes made her wanton like a dried-up whore.

‘Since when did necromancy appeal to you?' She laughed lowly at that thought. Then she closed her eyes and leaned slowly to give him a goodnight kiss.

It was supposed to be a sweet and innocent one when a cold voice suddenly commanded, "Get off."

Her eyes fluttered at once. She blinked multiple times and then turned to the door, thinking that someone had entered and caught her.

‘It’s two in the morning. Who do you think came here?' She shook her head with a laugh.

"Sorry for the interruption, Amber Eyes. Here’s your goodnight kiss—"

"Get off."

‘Huh?’

"I said, get the fuck off!"

"Oh my God—Argh!" What happened next was just too fast. One second, she saw the man under her open his eyes, and the next, she was already hitting the bed painfully with a grunt. She hadn’t recovered from the shock yet when the man suddenly pinned her shoulders down on the bed. She was about to scream, but he was faster than her and quickly covered her mouth.

"Where’s the Amati?" The culprit managed to grit his teeth in her face. It was apparent that he was still heavily dazed. His amber eyes couldn’t even focus on her as he winced almost every second.

Margaux shook her head repeatedly, terrified at how he was strategically holding her jaw.

"I said, where’s the Amati?!"

Her heart convulsed when his grip tightened on her jaw. Finally, finding the courage to fight back, she used her hands to forcefully loosen his hold on her face.

"I don’t know—ugh!" She wasn’t even done talking yet when the man’s hold on her jaw slipped. The next thing Margaux could remember was his perfectly toned body falling over her, crashing her down with his weight.

She gulped a nervous breath. She wasn’t sure if she would be okay after realizing that he was back to being unconscious again.

His eyes were closed, and his face lost all the fierceness it had a while before. Nonetheless, she could still hear him mumbling words under his breath.

"Amati... Where’s the Amati?"