CHAPTER 33

He strides inside, being all smiles at me. I shut down the computer as I walk towards him.

I smile back at him, as I brush his lower lip with my finger as I pull him into a deep, languorous kiss. I intertwine my tongue with his, as I take in all what he has to offer.

I pull him even closer, as his body perfectly moulds into mine. He grabs my face with both his hands, as I try to extend the moment further and further.

His hands travel down to my shirt, as they glide across my naked behind. He redirects his hand to my front, as he feels the taut muscles of my chest. He undoes the first three buttons of my shirt, as he leads me to the couch.

I lie down on the couch, as my back relaxes by the feel of the soft leather against my skin. He undoes the rest of the buttons as he gets that shirt off me.

He further goes on, carassing my chest, licking all the way from the base of my neck, to the hem of my jeans. I turn my head to the side, moaning in pleasure.

Oh god, just keep going on. I can do this forever. It really feels like heaven.

"God, you're beautiful. Inside-out." He gives me a delicious smirk, as I fix my eyes back on him.

"You're mine." I say, as his hand glides over my chest.

"Yes, yours." He states, smiling as he kisses me again.

"Okay, Mr. 'I know what I'm doing', don't you think you're too dressed?" I expectantly look at him.

"No, because Mr. 'I can't handle the sexual tension', I'm going to do something in your kitchen now." He grins at me as he gets up from the couch, with me staring at him — dumbfounded.

Does he have any idea about how much aroused I am, at the moment? He can't keep me hanging like this!

"You can't possibly mean that, Lucas!" I scowl at him, highly disappointed.

"Oh, I fully do. Go and put your shirt back on. Two rules. 1) Don't come around the kitchen and 2) Don't walk around bare chested…it Umm, stirs feelings." He says, as a matter of fact.

I shake my head, as I put my shirt back on and find myself heading towards my room.

He kept me hanging in the middle of one of the hottest make-outs, I've ever had. And now, poof! He's doing something in my kitchen.

I get inside my room, as I take my shirt off and head in for the shower. I take a white towel, as I step inside the shower cubicle.

After all this madness, I do need a cold shower. I keep the door somewhat ajar, hoping he'd join me. But I don't think he will, because he's “busy” in my kitchen.

Okay, let's just accumulate today's happenings into one single theory. I never thought someone would love me, but he does. Yes, Lucas does and he risked his life for saving me. He didn't think twice.

I turn on the shower, as cold water cascades down my back, relieving me from all worries. After I'm fully wet, I get out of the shower, as I dry myself with out. 

With my hair still freshly wet and tousled, with one last look at the mirror, I wrap the towel around my waist as I walk out of the door, and head towards the kitchen.

I walk in, as agile as a puma, making no sounds at all, and I spot Lucas whisking eggs in a glass bowl. He seems very excited and giddy. Woah! I never knew he loved cooking that much.

After about two minutes, which seems like an eternity, he spots me. And his jaw almost drops to the ground. Yes! The effect I have on men and women.

“I told you not to... walk..... like that!" He comes closer to me.

“You left me hanging, so here's your prize! Me walking bare chested with nothing but a towel!" I give him a devilish grin, as he holds his hands up in surrender.

“Please, I beg you, go inside and sleep!" He pleads. Okay!

I vamp speed towards my room, as I flop down on my bed, as the mattress plunges under my weight and I drift off to a sound sleep.

→|| I'm wondering around in the forest. The wounded soldiers from the battle will be heading towards the forest for shelter. And once I find them, I'm going to quench my thirst.

A wounded soldier enters the forest shortly after, limping with one leg. I watch from behind a tree, as blood oozes out of his arms and legs. He's been shot.

I quickly vamp speed towards him, and before he realises anything, I snap his neck and he dies. I dig my fangs in the person's neck, as I drink from him, and after a few minutes, his head is ripped off. I drop the body somewhere far away, and the blood is dripping all the way down from my fangs to my throat and beneath. I smile.

But I'm a monster! I don't want to be like this! People know me as “The Ripper of New Orleans”. But I don't want to be a monster! No! No!←||

Lucas grabs my hand, as he runs my palm, as he shakes me up.

"Wake up! You're having a nightmare!" I quickly grab him, and pull him over to my side of the bed as he flops down on my bed.

"Marry me." I whisper, as he's left agape.