ADRIA’S POV
Lucien laid on me, and began to pull off my clothes slowly and I helped him do the same. All of me was hungry for him, but I put it all under control, going with the slow pace.
After we were both naked, he resumed kissing me, and his hand found it's way to my breast and he squeezed it, making me gasp sharply.
I widened my legs more for me to feel the bulge or his dick on my pussy, and my pussy ached badly for him to get inside of me.
Lucien withdrew his lips from mine and began to trail kisses from my chin to my neck, to my chest, down to my navel before finally kissing my pussy.
Then he stared into my eyes and I knew just what he was about to do. I closed my eyes slowly as I anticipated his tongue, caressing my clitoris.
“Ahh…” I moaned softly in pleasure as I felt the wetness and roughness of his tongue, sucking my pussy.
This made me widen my laps for him to eat up my pussy as clean as he could. Lucien was so good at this that I shook at every deep suck he gave me, and this continued for a while until he held his dick and used it to slowly caress my pussy.
In no time, he pushed it in and my eyes widened as I gasped in pleasure. Lucien began to slide in and out of my pussy, making me experience the best feeling ever.
“Yes… ahhh…” I moaned softly as he increased his pace little by little.
“Prepare to go fast.” He said to me in my ears and that only turned me on the more, anticipating the wonderful ride.
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Lucien and I laid on his bed talking and laughing. It felt so nice after having such an intimate moment with him. He made me feel like a woman while we were having such sweet sex.
But then, an imagination played around in my mind. I imagined his doorbell rang, and a girl was right in front of the door. Monica had said he brought in girls daily but since I had been there, I hadn’t seen any girl come in, neither had I informed Lucien of my arrival. So, of course, there was no way he could have called them all and told them they were not to come. Plus, we had been together since I arrived. There had not been a moment when I had been left alone.
“Werewolves don’t drink blood, do they?” I asked, trying to confirm if what Monica had insisted her granny had said was true.
“No we don’t. The dirty vampires do.” He said, and there was a lot of emphasis on the word ‘dirty’.
“Oh, really?” I said with my eyes shifting around. Monica’s granny had definitely been talking about vampires then. “I heard you stress the word ‘dirty’ what’s this enmity between wolves and vampires?” I asked, lifting his fingers and entangling them with mine.
“They’ve been enemies of the wolves for centuries. They love to play dirty and are always looking for victims. We werewolves don’t play like that so their ways were always detested. We both signed a treaty with the human government but they broke it first and started using the opportunity to hunt innocent humans who were not deserving of the attack. Of course, we’d be sworn enemies.” He explained, as he played around with my fingers.
“They’re such cruel creatures.”
“Yeah, we’re never seen together—Vampires and wolves. It’s a kind of restriction. Like a taboo of some sort.” He explained, and I thought about it. In the movies, the vampires were always cruel and it was always hard to find a single one of them that was good. The good vampire movies were rare.
I slept in Lucien’s embrace, listening to him go on and on about the vampires like bugs he would love to squash with his fingers. It was a beautiful feeling being wrapped in his arms, and when I dreamt, it was a haunting nightmare instead of a beautiful dream.
I was somewhere dark, and all around me, warm liquid was squirting out of everywhere. I closed my eyes trying to shield them from the liquid and it wasn’t until I opened them that I realized I was bathed in blood.
My fingers, dress, hair and face were dripping with blood. My lips parted but no sound came out of them. Where had all the blood come from? From where? And then all of a sudden, I saw bodies hanging from an invisible rope, dripping with blood.
Their faces were bloodied and the blood was squirting from them. They all opened their eyes and stretched their hands out towards me and it was then that the scream left my lips.
I woke up with a sharp gasp, breathing heavily and staring hard at the ceiling. I was still in Lucien’s room and night had fallen. He wasn’t next to me, he wasn’t in the room at all.
“Gosh.” I breathed out, thankful I had not screamed.
I got down from the bed and put on my clothes before going out to his living room. He had prepared dinner but was nowhere to be found so instead, I ate, and left a sticky note message for him explaining that my mum would blow up if I got home too late.
I didn’t want to call because I might be tempted to wait if I heard his voice, and when I left his house, I saw Monica standing in front of hers looking like she was waiting for someone and when she saw me, she was shocked at first but then her expression relaxed into a smile and then I recalled a question I had wanted to ask her badly.
“Hey.” She greeted when I went to her.
“Hey, I… I wanted to ask. How did you know Lucien was a wolf?” I asked, and she blinked twice, taken aback.
She moistened her lips and her eyes turned around shifty.
It almost felt like… like she was searching for an excuse or maybe… a lie?