Alexandra
My hand flew across the paper, and ink smeared the side of my hand in my rush to get the words onto the page, my heart beating erratically at the scene beginning to form in my mind. Such was the issue of being left-handed, but I’d deal with the crime scene on my hand after I got all of my thoughts onto the paper and my desires felt satisfied.
I couldn’t stop now, not with the need gathering between my legs at the thought of finally writing this. Finally giving into the dreams that plagued the precious few hours of sleep I managed to snag each week. I rubbed my thighs together, craving friction between them as lust slammed through me.
Nibbling on my bottom lip, I envisioned the scene in my head as I wrote, the phantom sensations trailing along my skin as I did. Lucien drew me into his shadows, which wrapped around me like a warm blanket and made me feel at home with him. My vision blacked out as he transported us from the dean’s office.
Having my sight ripped away was a bit disorienting, but when I came to, I saw he’d transported us to his bedroom. My mouth popped open as I took in the gigantic bed in the middle of the room and the dark curtains hanging in front of the walls of windows. The room was draped in black and red silk, making it feel sensual and luxurious.
My monsters were rarely in human form in my stories, but for this moment I needed him to be corporeal, so I wrote him as such. Unfortunately, in their monster forms, they couldn’t touch me with ease without fear of hurting me with their talons. They weren’t retractable, and when I tried to change their forms in my head to fit that, it didn’t seem to stick in my mind. After writing them that way for so long, it seemed my brain refused to change it.
In his human form, Lucien was pale as snow, contrasting his black hair that was styled in a chic, messy way. All of my monsters dwarfed me in size, no matter what form they were in. At a whopping six foot five, Lucien was a full foot taller than me, and combined with his broad shoulders and the corded muscles rippling throughout the rest of his body? Yeah, I was practically a mouse in comparison.
He gently gathered me in his arms and laid me in the middle of his satin sheets, my light blonde hair spanning out around me as I looked into his glowing red eyes. They were slitted as he stared down at me, somehow conveying so much emotion in their dark depths.
I wonder what he felt as he stared into my eyes? Because his emotion practically had me in a chokehold at the intensity.
How was it possible to feel his pent-up anger at the dean for touching me simmering beneath the surface, while simultaneously seeing such hunger for me lurking next to it? He wasn’t real, but the emotions I felt radiating in my mind’s eye truly did feel tangible.
I felt his longing for me in that gaze. It practically poured from him like rain falling from a storm cloud as he ran a hand down my cheek in a delicate manner a monster shouldn’t be capable of. Like I was his most precious treasure.
My breath hitched, and I pulled my bottom lip in to nibble on it as his hand drifted down my neck, his fingers trailing in a feather-light touch on my skin until he reached the top of my white blouse.
With one fluid movement, he pulled the talons from his monster form to the surface and shredded the front of it, leaving my breasts exposed in my black lace bra. His head drifted to press soft kisses along the tops of them before turning his dark gaze to mine, silently begging for permission before he went further.
With a nod and a “yes” that fell from my lips so quickly I was almost embarrassed, he dug a claw under the middle of my bra and cut it in half with ease.
Wasting no time, his mouth descended and clamped around one of my nipples, rolling his tongue around the now hard pebble. Soft moans poured from my lips as his hand cupped and kneaded my other breast before his fingers, now sans claws, pinched my nipple slightly.
I moaned in delight, as my eyes fluttered closed in ecstasy. “Luci—“
Three rapid bangs on my door knocked me out of my thoughts, and I accidentally drew a black line across the paper full of my words as I startled from the noise. My head cracked against the wall as I jerked it up, making my ears ring for a moment from the impact.
"Damnit," I seethed quietly as I rubbed my head, annoyed at the intrusion right when things were starting to get heated.
This was just my fucking luck.
That was the worst moment for me every time, though—whenever I was so deep in my world that I forgot this one existed, and then something drew me back to reality, forcing me to accept over and over again that my world didn’t actually exist.
But if only...
My body felt wound up from the scene I’d left off in, and my cheeks burned at the thought of someone seeing the explicit words in my notebook. As my mind cleared from the blow against the wall, I focused on the pages beneath me. Not for the first time, I wondered how I managed to write perfectly on the lines when I felt so lost in the scenes in my mind. It was like I blacked out, completely ignoring everything in front of my eyes, and fell willingly into a void that enraptured me.
Another knock sounded, a loud rap of knuckles demanding my presence.
Shit, who was at the door, and why did they need me?
What if they tried to come in?
I let out a groan as I surveyed my space. My room was messy, but in a manner that I still knew where everything was. Like my keys, for instance. I knew they were beneath the shoe rack next to my small closet because I’d dropped them there as I’d yanked off my boots.
The last hair tie I remembered seeing? Somewhere in or under my favorite oversized black hoodie on the ground next to my bed, because when I had taken the hoodie off to go to sleep, it had pulled my hair out of the ponytail and I’d been too tired to retrieve it.
But all of that was really insignificant, I suppose. If they wanted to judge me for that, whatever. I didn’t have any friends to lose as it was. What I did care about was them seeing this soft-core porn I was in the middle of writing with me as the star of the show.
The last thing I needed for my already poor reputation as the weird girl was for that to be public knowledge.
The banging came once more, accompanied by a girl crying, “Alex! Open up, please.”