Chapter 2 Man of her dream

Anastasia was about to take her bath when she heard the bathroom door creak open. She purred, the corners of her lips curling into a slow, knowing smile, “You`re back.”

She turned to face him, and the dim light revealed the smooth, bare skin of her body through the haze of the steam. He stood in the doorway, his eyes locked with hers, and his gaze devouring her nakedness.

He stepped closer and closed the distance between them, leaning in until his breath brushed her ear as he whispered, “Miss me?”

Anastasia closed her eyes and smiled softly as she heard his deep, husky voice, “Yeah, of course,” she muttered.

She could swear her body tingled just from hearing his voice. “I do miss you,” she added, smiling as she looked at the face she never got tired of – his perfectly cut jawline and those eyes that changed color depending on his mood.

His eyes glinted with velvety burgundy, hunger, and tenderness tangled in his gaze as he looked at her, as if she were the only thing he had ever craved. Anastasia smiled as she saw his eyes change, and he kissed her immediately, deep and wanting, and she returned it with the same intensity.

He stopped and his eyes locked on her as she gasped for air, “Thank heavens you are the only one that can see that.”

He kissed her again, the hunger in it made her release a soft gasp from her lips. In one swift motion, he lifted her, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. He moved toward the wall, pressing her back gently against it, as he kissed her with urgency that made her body tremble. His lips trace slowly through her neck to her cleavage, drawing a helpless moan from her. She got louder as he took one of her erect nipples in his mouth, she lost it as she tangled her fingers in his hair.

“I want you, now,” Anastasia whispered, unable to contain the pleasure she felt, and he smiled. He loved it when she begged him for more.

He touches her down there and feels her, “You are so wet,” he whispered in her ears, as he continued kissing her.

“Take me now,” she breathed, her voice barely audible. Her body was trembling with the lust she could not contain. Every nerve in her seemed to burn as she searched his gaze, yearning to feel him inside of her.

“Not yet, my queen,” he murmured, his voice coming out low and husky, teasing her even more. He took her other nipple and sucked on it. She moaned louder, her body shivering. She pressed him closer against her body, fingers tangling in his hair as if she could pull him into her. He held back deliberately, savouring the moment; every move he made taunted her. Her silent pleas, her tremors, only made him smile, knowing the wait made them both ache, until he could no longer resist her.

“Are you ready, my queen?” he asked, as his lips curved into a sinful smile.

“Yes, please,” Anastasia managed, her breath hitching.

He kissed her on the lips and slid his cock inside of her. Anastasia gasped as she clung to him. She closed her eyes as the waves of emotion and pleasure rushed through her, and suddenly her eyes flew open.

Anastasia blinked, disoriented, her heart pounding wildly, only to find herself on the couch, in her own room. The room was quiet, the echoes of the moment still clinging to her. Her phone screen glowed beside her – an unread message from her friend.

“Sorry, baby girl, I'm on my way there.”

She let out a shaky breath, realizing she had dozed off while waiting for her friend to arrive. She groaned, realizing it had all been a dream.

“Seriously?” she muttered, running a hand through her hair, in a weary sigh. This is one of the dreams she used to wish not to wake up from – the kind where she and her crush, Mr William, are having a nice, perfect, and loving moment together. It was a pity they never lasted; the bad, terrifying ones were the ones that clung to her, stretching on longer and longer.

She reached for the sketchbook beside her, flipped through its pages, her fingers brushing over his drawing, her only crush, as her mind drifted back to the dream she had just lost. Feeling heat rush through her body as the memory of his kiss washed over her, she started touching herself while staring at his drawing, her body building up, as she let the emotion of the moment pull her under, her breathing growing unsteady – moaning louder than she realized. Lost in the intensity of the moment, she didn't hear the knock on the door.

Suddenly, the door burst open, ripping her out of her trance.

“Oh my gosh!”

“Damn!"

“W-what… what the hell are you doing?” Lucius stammered, standing in the doorway, completely dumbfounded.

Anastasia jerked and sat upright, mortified. Her face flushed crimson as she buried her face in her stretchbook, wishing she could disappear.

“You're… fingering yourself? And you're moaning so loud.” Lucius blurted out, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Anastasia's eyes went even wider, waves of embarrassment crashing over her.

“C’mon, girl,” he said, rubbing a hand over his face like he wasn't sure if he should laugh or scold her.

“I was that loud?” Anastasia muttered under her breath, horrified.

“Hell yes! He declared. “You're dreaming about him again?" Lucius asked, rubbing his temples, since he already knew the answer.

Anastasia's face blushes red, her lips tightening into a small, nervous smile as she struggles to speak.

"What if your grandma were around?” he said, shaking his head. “Just… just C'mon. Let's go.”

Lucius's stunned reaction made her laugh, and she followed him out. She was silently relieved that it wasn't her grandmother who had walked in. Everybody saw her as the perfect, well-behaved girl; only Lucius knew the real her, that she was far from it.

Today was her eighteenth birthday, and she had decided to celebrate it with her best friend, Lucius, without her grandmother finding out. Because if she did, she'd start talking about the stars again – how they were watching, how her time was getting close. She never truly understood what it meant, and deep down, she didn’t want to. Some secrets in their household are better left hidden.