My eyes moved to his when I heard that sound but his eyes are shut. Yet his hand moves caressing my bare back. I wanted to yell at him as I remember that he had starved me of his body last night when I was burning with needs, hitting his face to stop him from touching me or waking that desire in me again, I have no idea if that stupid wine had gone out of my system. But why are his eyes still closed when he is touching me this way? Whoa! This loony is faking sleep as well.
Only the goddess knows how much I want to pull away from him and slapped my hand on his perfectly arranged jawbone on his handsome face but my stubbornness didn't let me, I was enjoying everything and how his hand worked on my body, I felt motionless, with my hands and legs paralyzed with the things he does to me.
My entire being likes the way he touches me with his strong muscular arms wrapped around me. His sensational touch on my body awaken the monster inside of me, and that is making me want him desperately, those lust and needs build up in me, much stronger than last night, the only difference is, he is touching me according to my needs.
How stupid of me! He deprive me of himself when I needed him most, and now, I am letting him touch me because he needed to satisfy his own sexual need. I jerk for my thoughts when his hand roams my body in search of what only he knows, suddenly, it felt like he had found what he is looking for and that is my bosom that is pressed to his chest.
I pinned my lower lips with my teeth to stop myself from giving him the satisfaction that I am pleased with what he is doing to me, of cause, I am not pleased, I hate and love the things he does to me at the same thing. What am I? A hypocrite? One who pretends to hate something but loves that same thing dearly. Who is fooling who? My eyes go to him, to see that look on his face, his eyes are still locked and it doesn't look like he is faking sleeping, this despicable man is sleeping for real but... No oh! I close my lips, maybe, he is having an erotic dream, he must be dreaming of those harems of his. Stupid idiot, he using my body for that worthless dream of his, dreaming of touching someone.
Could it be my action of the previous night, that created this burning desire in him? I try to pull my hand, then touch his lower body, fear grips me, as I touch his hard arousal, how is it possible for one to be sleeping, dreaming of something, and being affected by that same thing physically? I am getting tired of this stupid idiot and all his antic, I wanted to voice out his name and slapped him from that stupid dream of his but he beat me to it.
Fiona... He mouthed, although, it was low, I could hear him, I was shocked as his voice was filled with raw desire and longing. Was that for me? I asked mentally.
Then his eyes flew open and our eyes met, he closed his eyes almost at the same time and then pushed me from himself, my back meet the bed but it wasn't painful, he turned his gaze fast from me.
You are dreaming. I asked stuttering, I wonder, why I am the one stuttering like, I am not the one caught in the act when he is the one dreaming, having an erotic dream about me, I think since he takes my name. He was dreaming about touching someone and that someone was me, he can't pick my name, if I am not the one in that dream of his. And all this time he was sleeping, he wasn't putting an act like before.
You were dreaming of me? This time, I didn't want to beat around the bush, so I went straight to the head of the nail and hit it. He turned and glare at me, I am not going to let his glare scare me, he hated me, so why will he be having an erotic dream about me?
I don't know if I should feel happy or sad that he doesn't hate me in his dreams even if he did in reality. Then all of a sudden I wanted an answer, I want him to tell me, that my hunch was right, he was having dirty thoughts about me in his dreams. I don't see how I am going to benefit from all this? No need to try to bug him till he agrees yet I want him to agree and I am going to bug him till he agrees. That is what my body wants even if my mind says otherwise
Answer me, Stefan. I hurry to his face. You were dreaming of me all this time while touching me aimlessly. You moan out my name, so don't you dare lie to me, you can't deny that.
He look at me, then part his lips but he doesn't want to say anything, he stood from the bed and pushed his way from my face, the stubborn me wouldn't let me rest, I only want to know one thing and that one, is the fact he was having erotic dreams about me. It's not too much to say. This man's pride is annoying and it's pissing me off.
I pulled his hand to face me, and I glare at him, he is acting too stubborn for my liken and I am hating it, at his constant rejection and avoiding me.
You are not going to ignore me again, and you won't dare insult me, because you would like what I will do.
He pause at my last words and turned to me, his appearance was dark and emitting danger, should I just apologize to him and forget the topic, he is not going to answer me and I don't want him to hurt me.
I move backward as he takes his step towards me, to close the distance that he created between us, now I stared at his eyes that is turning dark, like night, I wandered what color are his real eyes.
Fiona, why are you stubborn? Why don't you allow your body and your mind to work together? You this troublesome woman, what will you do if I admit that I was having an erotic dream about you