No oh! I screamed, sitting on the bed with my eyes wide open, it was a dream, a terrible one, I wipe my face in frustration, my entire being is covered with water from my sweat, I have never killed anyone before and I don't intend to. The first few seconds I was aware of my surroundings, when my fears subside, I look around only to see Stefan sitting on the chair, he is in front of the mirror.
Good gracious, it's only a dream.
Are you alright? He asked but I found myself running into his hand and hugging him.
Hm! Did I die in your dream? His coarse voice came up, I pulled from his grip, and he scanned me. Or maybe, you were the curse of my death in that dream. I look at him all confused and shocked, to him, it was a joke but to me, it wasn't, those were the exact thing that happened to him in that dream of mine.
Come on, let's eat, I know you can't kill me, even if you will, I will love to die by your hands than in the hands of those bloody rogues.
He try to pull me to the dish on the table as the maid had prepared it, and drop it when I was sleeping, I held him.
What is it? He stared at me.
Nothing, I just don't want to eat.
If you don't want to eat then what do you want? I try to find the right words to use but I couldn't, the truth is, I am scared, just scared of the mere sight of the dish and to think that, the dish is the same as the one, he had in my dreams. Let's go back to bed then since you don't want to eat.
He pulled me into his embrace, and he circle his hand around my waist, causing me to inhale his sweet smell that is like flowers, those scents of pure honey pour Into a coffee to make it, taste nice. He pulled me from the floor into his strong arms and place me gently on the bed. Then it dawned on me, the bed if we are on the bed, what will we be doing? No, it's a bad idea, I will not stay in the bed. I try to get off the bed but his strong arm stops me.
I just want to have you in my arm. He pulled me closer and move his hand to my waist. I like it when I have you close. He run his hand on my shoulder and with one swipe, he turned me to his face.
It feels good, to be In your arms, do you feel the same? His question causes me to raise my head and my eyes, meet his beautiful eyes. He traces his finger on my arms to my face then my neck and back to my shoulder, pushing the tiny hand of my nightie off my shoulder. Then pressing his lips on my shoulder. I felt electrified the moment his lips meet me there and my arm's hair stood up, not just there all over my body hair erected and I felt my skin tingle, I felt more sensitive to his touch and the only thing I want to do is run away from his grip but the other side of me, want to remain in his hand and get all the sensation that his touch is bringing into my system.
I think you like it as well. He comment as his breath fall on my neck, I bit my lips to prevent the sound I was making but his hand set my being on fire when he tried to take off my nightie from my bosoms, I held his.
Please don't, I am not ready. Those were the words, I wanted to say but I know, it was of no use, so I pushed him from me, then jumped from the bed.
I thought you, promise not to.
And I thought you promise, not to talk to him. I don't need a magician to tell me, who he is referring to but the annoying thing is, he is smiling at me.
I will rather eat. I said as I hurry to the food, I know it was getting cold already, but I don't know the madness that got into my head, for agreeing to stay in the bed with him.
Yep, let's eat. I nodded, sitting in front of the meal, he sipped on the soup but his gaze where on me, as much as I wanted to ask while he is staring, I rather not, what if he said he wants something and I can't give him? I noticed he is distracted, what could he be thinking again?
What thou fuck is wrong with me? Why can't I resist her? I just want to devour her, never have I felt like this towards any woman, she is not even my mate.
He is always lost in his thoughts, I wonder what he is thinking. I was having a mental note, raising my eyes, our gaze met and drop his eyes, and the next thing he is wiping his lips.
I will use the restroom. He walked to the restroom, Then my eyes move to where I kept the substance and the drink he had left on the table, he was going to have it, when he comes out from the restroom, I hurriedly get the substance and add it to his drink, it wasn't much but I am sure, it will do.
Hey, I have worked to do, I will not be back till late in the day.
Okay! I said, he walked towards the door without taking the drink, he was about to grab the door but he comes back to the table and grabbed the juice, he pulled it to his lips, my entire being tense, as that dream of mine flashes through my head, those blood, agony he went through before passing out in front of me.
Don't!!! I screamed, as I pushed the cup off his mouth, I found myself wiping his lips, should it have touched his lips.
Maybe, your lips will do a Perfect cleaning on them. His voice brought back my sense, I pulled from him. Why don't you want me to drink the juice?
I don't fucking want you to die. I wanted to yell those words at him, that will be too dangerous since it might just be my imagination and my stupid thoughts. It's dirty, the glass is unkempt. Pointing at the little dirt on the body of the glass.
Oh! He said then drop the glass, I gasped in relief, and he walked to the door and grabbed the knob. Where you going to poison me?