Chapter 48: My Guilty Pleasure

TERESA.

The next morning, the shy sun barely entered the thick curtain, but enough to fill the wonderful face of the man next to me with its divine light. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He slept like an angel, contrary to the beast that possessed me last night.

I stared at his manly features I was so enchanted with for a long time. What do I say, enchanted? I was really in love with this man. The passion with which he loved me and the frenzy of the moment still made me blush when flashes came to my mind.

From time to time, I would close my eyes and try to relive that perfect moment. Every kiss on my feverish body, every look full of lust, every movement that filled my soul.

I nestled lightly in his arms, trying not to wake him. He had marked me, or whatever the werewolves do, to claim their other half. And that was a bond for life. It was the most intense moment ever.

I shuddered every time my thoughts flew to the finesse with which he did it. I expected it to hurt, but it was more of a pain because I could no longer control my feelings, despite the spasms of pleasure.

The climax mixed with the fear that it might hurt me. But not Sebastian. The care he had for me, the intensity of his feelings, blew me away. He did it gently, without haste; he enjoyed every moment and gave me time to do it too. No one had touched me like this before and that lit the fire in him.

The demon within calmed down for a few seconds, as if taking care of me. And then when he saw I wanted more, he went wild. It was magical. It was from another world, another dimension. We created our own universe in a foreign house and now my body longs for more. But it was time for that.

Lost in my wonderful thoughts and recollection of every drop of pleasure from last night, I didn’t even notice Bash’s gentle eyes gazing at me, as if trying to penetrate them.

“Good morning, sunshine!” he muttered, not taking his eyes off me.

He fulfilled me with his gaze. His smile was wide from ear to ear. And then he traced imaginary circles down my arm, sending again those unbearable shivers. I wanted him again and again until there was no force left in me. But I snapped out of my delicious daydreaming to look at his beautiful face.

“Good morning to you too!”

“You are wonderful in the dim light of the sun,” he said in his low voice, continuing the innocent game on my arm which aroused me to the pleasures of the guiltiest thoughts.

How was it possible with just a simple caress, with no intention? I could barely concentrate on his words with no temptation, only I was still under the spell of this demon-faced man.

“Hey, don’t compare me to the sun. It has no comparison!”

“That’s right, you’re more beautiful than it!” he chuckled, staring at me with hungry eyes, almost devouring me.

The desire was so intense again that I didn’t even want to avoid it. I was boiling inside and a destructive heat was driving me crazy between my thighs.

As if attracted like a magnet, I approached, I approached, letting myself be prey to his hungry kiss, leaving aside any inhibition. Anyway, I had left it last night when I was all over him and he lost the little balance he wanted to keep.

He penetrated with his playful tongue all the hidden places of my mouth that received him with all passion. It was a different kiss than last night; it was loving, sweet, patient.

A moan escaped me from inside, arching under his already hardened body. He was erect again, crazy for me, for my every move. The feeling was wonderful, but also painful.

My entire body ached, begging him in my mind to make me his again. I had almost given free rein to the same fantasies when a loud knock on the door startled us.

Caught as if we were doing something forbidden, we stopped. Bash motioned me not to say a word. The voice beyond the door was Alexei’s. How inopportune.

“Rise and shine! We will wait for you downstairs, at breakfast. Oh, and take your time, you two!” he said, laughing, and then he left. I never felt so embarrassed in my life.

“Oh my God, Bash! I feel so ashamed of your friend. What would he think of me?”

“Who cares? You are my wonderful miracle and nobody will spoil this moment and the one we had last night!” he whispered hoarsely, coming closer to my ear, sucking my lobe, sending quivers all over me.

The tip of his tongue played naughty and slipped a hand under my nightgown, up to my wet panties. “Oh baby, you are so ready for me!” Then he removed the lace, finding me, stroking with his fingers, pressing gently into the one spot that would make me lose my head in pleasure.

This time he was only playing, sliding slightly one of his fingers inside me, and in a frantic in and out movement I was twitching with crave pushing myself onto him in that crazy rhythm, seeing his demonic eyes again glowing red. “Come for me, baby!”

And so, he intensified all that fulfillment I was going through. The second finger went in, this time wilder, unleashed in a devilish swinging of his heated body.

It was like a dance of devotion, our bodies exploding at the same time. Exhausted, we fell into each other’s arms, staring at one another. Oh my God, how much I loved this man!

“Maybe it is time for us to go downstairs, little one. Today I shall be your guide in Saint Petersburg. How is that for a plan?” he asked me, so enthusiastically that his eyes sparkled in the sunlight.

“I like it. I have never been here so.... Well, actually I have never left England…” I mumbled, and a wave of silence and sadness fell over me. And I had an excellent reason. I was an orphan and my foster parents were ordinary people; they could not afford a trip like this.

“Hey, don’t be sad! As long as you are with me, I am going to take you to see the entire world. Considering a lifetime, we have more than enough.” He chuckled, pulling me close to him, into his warm arms, where I felt safer than ever.

His breathing was so mild and comfy that with every breath he took, he would fill all my wounds in my soul.

“This is a pleasant thing to say. Sometimes I wish my life was much simpler. But, what can I do? Go with the flow,” I concluded sadly, with tears in my eyes.

I blinked a few times to stop them from falling.

“Come on, let’s go! Alexei is waiting for us. And don’t you worry, I will make that smile appear again on your face, I promise, my love!”

I just loved when he called me like that. More than a doll face. I knew he was struggling to make my existence bearable. I knew that maybe sometimes I was more difficult to keep up with. But I was beyond happy to share all this with my man, my Sebastian.

As soon as we came down, a delicious aroma of coffee greeted us. They already arranged breakfast on the living room table. Alexei and Anya were already waiting for us. Anya had a wide smile on her face that she pointed at me.

“Good morning, you two! I hope you had a splendid night!” she uttered joyfully, gesturing to take our seats at the table.

“Good morning, Anya, Alexei! We had a very pleasant night, right, little one?” Bash gave voice to his thoughts more than it should have been.

His remark colored my cheeks in such a way that I averted my eyes. But not for long. The goodies lined up on the table were truly divine. And I was starving.

The traditional rye bread, appetizing rounds of sausages, the indispensable butter, mixed eggs with potato croquettes, and the traditional pancakes with cheese and garnished some with sour cream and others with jam or honey.

The fresh juice of squeezed oranges completed the wonder table, and the coffee crowned it. It was the perfect mix that I needed right now.

“Please, have a seat!” Alexei urged us again to sit down since it really enchanted me with how this table looked.

It wasn’t long before I heard the clicks of forks and knives. Alexei and Bash were talking about their business and Anya and I, well... she was trying to find out more about my relationship with Bash.

Suddenly, the front door opened wide. A tall, dark-skinned man with beautiful features made his presence felt. It was probably Mikael, Anya’s other half, as she immediately jumped on his neck, embracing him.

This entire scene was really weird. Even more weird was when Mikael’s gaze turned to me, and his comment instead of greeting one was one that still made me think.

“I don’t know you, but you certainly inherited the fire within you from someone close to you. Your father, or maybe your mother?”