Louisa's POV
"Louisa?"
I heard Darren's blurry voice in the darkness.
My body was twitching. Terror ebbed like water from a basin. I felt there was an invisible dark hand strangling my neck.
"Darren, I..." I gasped in pain.
Darren held me from behind.
"You're burning and sweating. Are you having a seizure?" He whispered in my ear.
"Ah... Darren... Don't... I don't know what's going on with me..." I started to moan.
The sound coming out of my mouth made me so embarrassed. My loins were burning and I couldn't help but twist my legs together.
Then, I felt it.
The tenderest part of my body had become dripping wet. I had absolutely no control over it. I wanted to touch myself down there, but I couldn't.
Not with Darren holding me from behind. Never.
"What's happening to me?" I whispered and groaned in tremendous pain. "Am I going to die?"
"It's Lucas." I heard my wolf's voice in my mind. "He's consummating with other women. That's why you feel tortured."
It suddenly occurred to me. The first time I had a similar kind of feeling was the time before Lucas punished me for touching myself without his permission.
His muscular arms. His slender and powerful fingers. The way he stared down at me with detachment. Everything flashed back into my mind and made me want to explode.
My body was trembling more violently.
Uncontrollable lust, woven with fear and pain, wrapped around me like a net, trapping me inside, tickling every inch of my skin.
Then, I heard Darren's deep steamy voice in the darkness -
"Louisa, I'm here with you. Tell me what I can do to help you."
As he was speaking, his hands were slowly moving alongside my body and getting down toward my legs.
As soon as his cold but tender hands touched my skin, I felt the volcano inside of my abdomen erupt.
I was relieved. The pain in my throat changed into some sort of honey.
There was even a musk of sweetness in this cold dark cell.
"Ah... Darren..." I bit my lips so hard that they started to bleed.
"Sorry, Louisa. Do you want me to stop?" Darren lifted his hands immediately.
"Don't go away..." I grabbed his hands and wrapped them around my body like a knot. "Don't leave me..."
"I'm here with you, Louisa. I'm not going anywhere." Darren held me tightly in his arms and whispered into my ear.
His breath flicked my hair. My body became so sensitive after the transformation.
Even the smallest amount of tremors would be detected by me, which would become an easy trigger to turn me on.
My eyes closed and everything about him emerged in my mind. His long, slender fingers thrust all over my skin. His deep voice evoked the most secret drive in the deepest part of my heart. The sweetness of our kiss was still lingering on my lips. The musky scent of his hair, slowly evolving into something more tangible, melted into the gaze of rare hazelnut-colored eyes.
For a brief moment in my life, there was no pain, no fear, and no coldness.
For a brief moment in my life, all my anxiety and tension were gone, leaving me only with ecstasy and bliss.
"Darren, please don't stop... Please don't..." I whispered as a flood of love inrushed between my legs.
I couldn't believe I had just got the best organism in my life with Darren simply touching me like that. His fingers were of great dexterity and he knew exactly where to place them and how to start. I could tell that this wasn't the first time to do things like this. That must be what he had been trained for in the brothel... How to touch female customers and give them organism.
I had never been to a brothel before, but my stepbrother Zion used to use the most graphic and lewd language to describe the inside of the brothel. He would talk about how those male whores, being whores stripped down and chained, kneel down in a row to serve their customers.
The thought itself made me heart-throbbing.
I couldn't imagine Darren being one of them. I couldn't put up the thought that Darren was treating me as one of his customers.
I turned back and looked at him. His pale complexion looked almost transparent in the bleak starlight.
He looked so hopelessly handsome, which made me heartbroken.
"Darren, what have you done to me...?" I looked at him, feeling ashamed and confused at the same time.
There was liquid everywhere. It was a mess.
"Sorry, Louisa." He lowered his head and said melancholy. His long, dense eyelashes were like butterfly wings covering his lower eyelids. "I just want to help you alleviate the pain and make you happy."
"You don't have to..." I whispered.
"But that's what I want to do." He drew himself closer to me and swiftly licked the blood on the side of my mouth.
"Darren..." I lowered my head and felt embarrassed.
"Do you feel happy, Louisa?" He asked me.
"Yes..." I whispered. I couldn't believe I admitted it just like that.
My voice melted in his breath because he was pressing his lips on mine.
I had to give in to him because his lips felt so tender and soft. I felt completely enchanted by his dark magic of kissing as if being kissed by him was the happiest thing in the world.
"What else makes you happy, Louisa?" Darren whispered as his lips slowly moved down my neckline, flickering down the valley between my breasts.
"Darren, no... Please..." I gasped in shame.
But my body betrayed me. My chest was rising and falling like the stormy, violent waves of an ocean. The waves of groan came out of my mouth like the sound of waves stroking and kissing the shore.
I closed my eyes again. The sight of Agier Sea appeared in my mind again.
Dark, cloudy sky, close within vicinity yet still remained far away, marching forward like a giant warship.
Wind crashed into the ocean, leaving traces of foaming clouds. An impending storm was on the horizon.
For a brief moment, I was falling, twirling, being taunted by the waves of the ocean, like the smallest drop of water, so invisible, yet so alive, ready to evaporate into the embrace of the sky, at any given time.
I was totally disoriented, completely head over heels. I wasn't blind, I just wasn't able to distinguish the lead-colored ocean from the same-colored sky. I knew I was waiting for something, and that something wasn't the storm. The anticipation was tickling my throat, drying up my mouth, and turning me into a ball of fire and desire.
Finally, that fateful moment came. When I was pushed up into the sky, to the highest of the highest heights. How could a person be rising and falling at the same time? How could the world around me spin so fast, that it almost took away my breath?
That night, I passed out into oblivion in Darren's arms after I reached the climax.
In the deepest darkness of my dream, I saw a pair of dark blue eyes...