Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 68195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
I never thought myself to be one of those girls into the dominant type. It was like mom had said. I was more the bookworm, nerdy kind of guy type.
With him, I didn’t feel like I had a choice. It was as though whatever will be, had already been decided. Had I not met him in my dreams, I’m sure I would still feel this longing for him.
Then again, I got the feeling that what I wanted wouldn’t have mattered, that in this equation, it was all about Mr. Azarov’s needs.
He was calling the shots so far, though I wasn’t sure just how long I could put up with things the way they are.
There was just something so...overpowering about the way he did things. Unlike anyone else I’d ever met. It was almost addicting in a way, each encounter left me wanting more.
I could still feel the pressure of his hands as he’d pushed me and held me against the wall.
I ran my finger gently across my lips where his hand had been. This is nuts, something has to give soon, or I’m gonna lose what little mind I have left. And these feelings he’d awakened in me weren’t helping either.
The marks he’d left on my body the night before ached and throbbed, but not in a real painful way. More like a prelude of something to come.
He now consumed my every thought. Whatever, whoever he is, he had now firmly entrenched himself into my psyche. I felt at one with him, which is strange, because I don’t even know him.
After lunch I drifted through the rest of my classes, my mind barely hanging onto anything that was being said.
I spent more time gazing out of the window than actually paying attention. There was something I was missing, and it had to do with this place. Did it also involve him? How could it not?
Something pulled at me as I recalled the counselor’s words that first day. I’d forgotten all about that and the fact that I had wanted to ask dad about it.
Just thinking about it now made me feel odd, kind of jumpy and cold. Outside the window I could see that dark cloud again and for some reason I felt as thought it was watching me.
Really cracking up here Jazz, clouds don’t have eyes. I felt a chill go down my spine though as I looked back at this one and the feeling of being watched intensified.
I didn’t see him for the rest of the day, but I felt him there with me. It wasn’t the same, not by a long shot and I was determined that that too will have to change, soon.
Chapter 9
For two days he followed me home from school; there were no words exchanged between us; just looks, and the usual brush of something soft against my neck, when I even so much as whispered his name.
The nights were torture, my dreams seemed to be taking on a life of their own, and I found myself growing closer and closer to him in my dreams as the nights wore on.
It was there that he owned me completely, there where he weaved his spell in the dark recesses of my dreams.
He hadn’t said a word about the beach outing outside of that first dream, and I didn’t bring it up, suffice it to say I knew it was not to be repeated.
All of this, and yet we’d yet to have a conversation. It’s by far the weirdest experience of my life, and I’ve done plenty weird.
Last night’s dream though, had been the worst, or the best depending on how you look at it. He’d come to me, touched me as if I would break, but still he wouldn’t kiss me, even though I yearned for it.
He touched me deeper than all the other times before, his hands roaming all over my body as he took me places I’d never dreamed of.
He sucked and bit me in the way that I knew would leave those little passion marks, only this time instead of my neck, they were all over my breasts and my tummy.
One was dangerously close to my secret places. And that one caused my body to release its essence, which was embarrassing because I’m sure he saw it pouring out of me.
“Please Thorn...” I tried once more to bring his mouth to mine after my body had cooled down a little, but he pulled away again.
“When I kiss you for the first time Milaya moya, I want you fully awake to enjoy.”
“But how can you be here, how can you be so real in my dream? This is a dream isn’t it?
“Soon you’ll understand, for now just sleep, I’m here.” He licked the flesh of my neck and pulled me tighter into his hard chest.