“Yes,” he admits.
“Do you have more?” I curiously ask. The thought of him possessing more powers excites me.
“Yes,” again, another short response.
“Will you tell me them?” I ask, bracing myself.
“No. Not today,” he says. Damn you, blue eyes.
“Well then, will you tell me how you’re capable of them?” Give me something man.
“No.” Boo!
“You’re very stubborn, you know that?” I tell him.
The beautiful creature grins, which in return, brings a light smile to my face. A thought just occurs to me. It’s the question I feel I already know, but regardless, nothing can prepare you for hearing the truth. I hesitate to ask, but I do.
“Austin... Will you tell me what you are? Are you even human?” My heart rate increases. My breath hitches as I inhale.
“Another time,” he says.
I release the heavy breath of air I had been holding. A part of me is relieved he did not confess. I want to know. I do, but denial is also a thing of beauty. Maybe it’s best I don’t know. At least for now. I honestly don’t know how much more my psyche can handle at this point.
I try to think of something he can answer. There is one more question he is bound to answer. One I know but am too afraid to ask. I take a deep breath and find my courage. Be brave, Emilia. Just ask him.
“Will you at least tell me if you were... in my bedroom last night?”
My heart stops. That grin... that beautiful, seductive grin emerges, knocking me nearly off my feet. He grins in silence, gazing at me. He isn’t going to tell me, but I know by that sinfully wicked grin.
He was there. He saw me. The bastard.
“I want to show you something,” he says, as his head turns to our side. I follow his gaze and then our eyes meet again. I smirk and bite my bottom lip, shaking my head.
“You and changing the subject,” I tease.
That grin turns into a bashful smile. He glances down and back up at me, under those full lashes. His fingers run back to capture the silky, blonde lock of hair that escaped passed his eyes.
He reaches for my hand, takes it and leads me into the woods. Anxiety begins to build as he leads me deeper into the unknown. It only just dawns on me that we are in the woods. Possibly the same woods those two kids were killed in. Fear kicks in.
“Um Austin. It’s not safe to be out here. You know... with what happened recently here,” I confess.
His head turns to give me that famous wicked grin of his.
“Afraid the big bad wolf will eat you?” he humors.
“That’s not funny,” I scold. He turns back, continuing leading us away.
“If you were safe with anyone, it’d be with me. You have nothing to fear, sweet Emilia. That I can guarantee,” he says flatly, like I should know that already. I don’t know how he can make such promises, but I believe him. I don’t know how, but I believe him.
“Where are you leading me?” I ask.
“As I said, accept the unknown, Emilia. Embrace it. You’ll see soon enough.” I feel like he’s growing a little annoyed with me. Sorry for asking questions. Geeze.
I gaze at that long, back of his. The back with muscles straining against his semi tight cotton shirt. I want to touch him. I want to reach my hands out and caress the skin under his shirt. To run my hands down the curves of those muscles. To feel his warmth... I snap out of such fantasies.
“You know, you don’t have to be so cryptic and mysterious. You can just be real with me. It’s not like I’m going to go off telling the whole world. I won’t even tell Van. Not that she’d believe me. We can have our own secrets too,” I tell him.
He continues pulling me, walking deeper towards his destination.
“I know,” is all he says. A small smile teases my lips.
“You believe me? Does that mean you trust me?”
He stops and turns to me. Moving in fast, his forehead falls to rest against mine. Those eyes find my chest. While still holding my hand with his, his other one rises and rests flatly above my breast. I’m suddenly breathing heavily. The closeness is almost too much to bear. He’s too much. I can’t function. I’m broken. Weak. Melting...
I feel the heat beneath his palm. I watch my chest rise and fall under his hand. We both gaze up into each other’s eyes. His lips are parted. My lips are parted. Both lips barely touching. I can feel them, yet they aren’t touching me, but God I want them to.
“Do you trust, me? Sweet Emilia?” he asks.
My breathing picks up. I continue to stare into those eyes, as he stares back into mine, while waiting for an answer. It should be easy to say. Yes or no. Simple question. Answer him, Emilia.
I ask myself the question: do I trust him? A combination of emotions floods my entire being. I can’t choose. I don’t know.
“You’re undecided. We’ll just have to change that, now won’t we?” he says with a bit of wicked intent. He eyes my lips once again, before pulling away.
“Come Emilia. You’re so close.” And there’s that innuendo again, unless my mind is just as dirty as the dream, I had of us last night.
The heat beneath my cheeks must give away my blushing. He grins that ridiculously sexy grin of his and then turns and begins to lead me away. I follow behind, as one sexually frustrated, confused mess of a woman.
After walking in silence for I don’t know how long, he stops. I stand beside him, holding his hand. I gaze out before me. A lake. He led me to a lake. It’s beautiful. A little oasis, hidden deep within the unknown. It’s a perfect little spot. A perfect getaway for just him and I.
“I’ve never been here. Where are we?” I ask in awe. He turns to me and smiles.
“It’s a secret. If I told you—"
“You’d have to kill me. I know that saying,” I say.
He drops my hand. His jaw clenches tight, showcasing those brooding muscles. His nostrils flare and those eyes turn dark. His hand reaches up and takes my jaw in a firm grip. I’m suddenly scared and aroused at the same time.
“No. Don’t say that. Don’t ever joke about that,” he painfully warns.
“But you did,” I correct.
“And I was wrong to. Don’t ever say anything like that again, Emilia,” he strictly orders. Geeze. Not even my own father bosses me around like that.
“Okay. I won’t. Chill blue eyes.” His sudden demeanor relaxes. He lets go of me and takes a few steps back, never parting his serious gaze.
“For the record, I was going to say, if I told you, then it would no longer be a secret, and I rather enjoy my secrets.”
“I’m sure you do,” I toy. His lips curl at the corner and then his hands move below.
I see him grip the hem of his shirt and then pull up. My mouth drops. I swallow hard and tense below at the view, and what a mighty view it is. I can’t stare away from that body. Those protruding, well defined abs, and boy was there a lot of them. My gaze follows down to that deep V that points straight down to his—
He unbuttons his pants and I watch him unzip them. I quickly snap out of my ogling and stare away. He was watching me watch him but hey, fair is fair, right? No. So not close. If I wanted fair, he’d have to put on a far greater performance than just stripping. I mean, I know I did with my performance last night.
My back is turned to him. I can hear the rustle of clothing, as I assume, he is taking them off. Oh man, I hope he isn’t going fully nude. Or maybe I do hope…
“We’re going swimming, right?” I quickly ask. If he thinks we’re about to have sex, he’s barking up the wrong tree.
“Is that what you want, Emilia?” he asks, and I know there’s a hidden meaning behind his phrasing. Is that what I want? What I want is to turn around and run my hands all over that gorgeous body of yours.
“Um... yeah. That’s fine with me.”
I gasp in surprise, when I feel him press himself up against me from behind. He’s naked. Oh my God he’s naked and he’s
touching me. Lord have mercy on my soul. His hands grip my shoulders and his lips trace slowly over my ear. I tremble against him.
“You don’t sound too sure, and you certainly aren’t dressed adequately enough for swimming,” he irresistibly whispers.
Before I can say anything, his warm presence disappears. I hate the absence. I want him back. I turn and catch a glimpse of his perfectly sculpted white ass. My eyes follow it, as he makes his way towards the lake. He stops, turns his head to me, and smirks.
“You coming, sweetness?” he asks. I smile and nod. Too nervous to say anything.
He turns around and dives straight into the murky water, disappearing into the darkness. I take the opportunity, while he is submerged, to quickly undress.
I manage to strip down to just my bra and panties, when he surfaces, stopping just to where the water rests right above his— I swallow hard. His hands smooth back his wet hair. His body drips with liquid and I fight back every ounce of lack of control I have, not to storm the lake and lick every drop of running water that glistens over his heavenly ripped torso.
Those piercing blue eyes find mine. He is watching me eye fuck him and he enjoys it. Wait. What am I saying? This isn’t me, or is it? I don’t recognize myself anymore. Not when I am around this Heavenly being.
“I’m waiting, Emilia!” he playfully shouts from the distance.
“Turn around!” I shout back. If he is brave enough to go fully nude, then so can I. Plus I don’t have any extra undergarments to change into after, so going nude is kind of my only option. Is it a risky option? I suppose we will just have to wait and see…
He grins, and then does as he is told. I unhook my bra, toss it and pull my panties off.
Once I’m all bare, I make my way to shore and slowly proceed into the water, until my entire body is hidden under the cold, murky liquid. I swim towards the boy, who floats within the center of the lake. His head tilts slightly to the side, when I come up on him. I catch a cute, little side smile, before he turns to me.
“Emilia,” he speaks delicately.
“Austin,” I softly reply.
He floats in place, watching me swim around him, while keeping a three-foot distance between our naked bodies. I can’t think about him being naked. He is too tempting. He is pure lust and I am weak to his sinful seductions.
I watch his eyes scan the shore where our clothes lay. He then eyes me with a knowing look.
“I didn’t think you’d follow my lead,” he says.
“You mean, into the lake?” I ask. He glances down, and gazes back up at me with an amused look. He meant being naked. Of course, that’s what he meant. I’m so stupid sometimes, I swear.
“You surprise me, Emilia. Just when I think I’ve figured you out, you surprise me yet again, and again.”
“Isn’t it you who said accept the unknown, embrace it. Maybe you should stop trying to figure me out and just—" before I can finish speaking, he closes the gap between us in one quick move.
I glance down at his naked chest and press my eager hands flat against those hard pecs I had so craved to touch. He holds me close, but not close enough. I need to be closer.
“Tell me Emilia. What is it you want me to just do?” he hypnotically asks.
I can’t look away, as I gaze into those alluring eyes. I can feel the heat from his breath, as his lips hover over mine. My eyes close, when I feel those lips skim up my nose, past my forehead, until he stops, and leaves me a light kiss against my skin. He has me right where he wants me. I am lost, weak and undeniably relinquished of all that I know.
I open my heavy eyes, to see him staring into mine.
“I want— you...” I struggle to say.
Those lips suddenly find my neck and I am a goner. My eyes close. I toss my head back and moan. I am falling. Falling deeper and deeper into his pull. The more he pulls, the more I give and the deeper I fall. I am losing everything but gaining it all in full.
His hands swarm over my back, in a hungry and possessive manner. He enjoys touching me. I enjoy him touching me. I crave it. I need it.
“Yes, sweet Emilia? Tell me. What. Do You Want. Me. To Do?” he asks between soft neck kisses.
I want him. I want all of him, however I can have him. Those neck kisses are doing unbelievable things to my body. They are melting my mind and heating my core. Turning me on and I can’t take it. My core yearns for him. My pelvis bucks softly towards him. He is driving me wild. Making me lose control. I find myself biting my bottom lip, trying to hold back from moaning. Don’t moan Emilia. Don’t... moan...
“Mmmh,” I shamefully release. There is just no hiding the way he makes my body feel. He controls it. Owns it. It is his and only his. To do with as he pleases, but I can’t say that.
“I’m waiting, sweetness.”
“I don’t know,” I whine. It is true. I don’t know. I want him, yet I know that I shouldn’t be rushing into anything. Especially with a guy I just met and know nothing about.
“How about I make that decision for you? Do you trust me, sweet Emilia?” he whispers into my ear. I pull back to face him. I search his eyes. I search into my mind, my heart. “YES!” screams my darker subconscious. “NO!” screams my good one.
Fuck it. He can have me. Accept. Embrace. Let go. His words echo in my mind. Yes! Take me! Fuck the consequences! You can have me!
“Yes. I trust you,” I say.
Suddenly, a darker shade of blue overtakes those once bright blue eyes. He pulls me flush against his bare body. My arms wrap around him tightly. My breast press, flat against his chest. I can feel my hard nipples dig into his warm skin. I can feel his large bulge below, press against me.
The skin on skin contact burns, heating my body in a painful, but exquisite way. He is naked. I am naked and we are both wonderfully pressed as close as our naked bodies can be, yet it still isn’t enough. I need us to be closer. I need more. Far more.
His hands roam down my back, and over my ass in a frenzy. Gripping and squeezing. His lips trail over my ear. He nibbles and pulls on my lobe with his teeth. I moan and buck my hips, grinding our two parts together. I can feel him, his hardness, his warmth, his intimidating size. He feels right against me, feels natural. I grind harder, yearning for something I do not understand.
Where this primal urge of mine came from, I had no idea. This isn’t me, yet I know that it must be. I don’t know how to explain it, but it is as if, this me had awoken from some deep, comatose sleep and instantly recognized this boy from the moment I first laid eyes on him. I know him. I don’t know how, but I know him. Maybe we had met in a past life. Maybe we had met in this one. I don’t know, but all I know is that he is he is somehow embedded in me. He is a part of me. A part that had awoken me…
“I’m going to touch you Emilia, but I will not penetrate you, but I will make you come,” he whispers, just as he pulls on my lobe with his teeth. I silently moan at the promise and wait in anticipation.
“You won’t hurt me,” I say under closed eyes. I don’t mean it to be a question, but a statement. Somehow, I know deep down that he will not hurt me. Can’t.
“Never,” he whispers. “I will never hurt you.”
CHAPTER 6 - LET ME IN
“Touch me Austin. Please,” I beg. I can’t take it. He needs to touch me now, or I will literally die from the lack of physical contact.
“Oh, my sweetness. I’m going to do far more than that. Do not fear what you are to feel. Embrace the darkness, and accept me inside you, my Emilia.”
His lips trail over my neck and my entire body trembles against his.
“I accept you,” I barely whisper, unable to control my mind and body from melting into the oblivion. This pull he has on me is too much. “Surrender. Surrender,” the dark voice inside my mind whispers. Yesss. Surrender. Surrender I will. Surrender I must.
He pulls our bodies apart, just enough to slide his hand down between us. He cups me below and I tense, squeezing my entire core to combat the throbb
ing ache that consumes me.
“Relax, my sweet.” And as if he had some magic control over my body, I do. My entire body relaxes in his hold and goes limp.
He rubs me gently below, and I am melting. Melting right into the palm of his hand. The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Those tingles… God they felt amazing.
“Austin,” I moan, just barely enough to hear.
His teeth pull on my ear, and his middle finger slides between my folds below, moving up and down dangerously slow. “Austin,” I moan again. My fingers dig into the skin of his back, but he doesn’t flinch.
His massaging below becomes firmer. My core is pulsating under his touch, throbbing against the warm hand that feels as though is heating. His lips on my neck continue to skim up and down, in light, teasing kisses.
I am grinding into his hand greedily, forcing him to rub me harder, faster. Thoughts of my dream from last night come flooding back to me. I remember his monstrous tongue fucking me and God I want it. I want those fingers of his, that keep reaching down and teasing my opening. I want them to slide in and fill my aching channel. Just like his tongue did, in my dream.
All thoughts are interrupted by a burning. Something is happening. My body is heating. It’s on fire!
“Austin... stop,” I try to say. It’s almost too painful to bare. I feel so hot. Too hot and it’s then that I realize, I really am burning up. I begin to panic.
“Austin,” I weakly say. He doesn’t move or say anything, just continues kissing and rubbing me.
“Austin?” I try again.
“Shhh, my sweet. Do not fear the fire,” he soothingly says.
“But I’m hot. So hot,” I almost cry in pleasurable agony. It’s such a mixed sensation. The hotter I become, the more I ache.
“I know. Don’t fight the fire. Embrace it. Let me in,” he urges. I take a deep breath and try to calm, but then I suddenly feel even hotter than before, when he pulls me against his body.
“It’s so hot,” I whimper in pleasure. I wrap my arms around him, holding him tight against me. My fingers dig deeper into his skin and it’s not enough to distract me from the pain.
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