𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

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Chapter Five

(a/n: I think it's very important that you check the tags of this book, just so you know what we're getting into.)


The night was my blanket as I lay down to rest for the night. Shadows hid and my imagination ran wild, dark fantasies of creeping monsters and horrible beasts swirling behind my eyes, threatening to become a reality lest my eyes fall closed.

The fear of the dark never lasted for long, though. The familiar creaks of Father's estate filled my ears, and though at a younger age these only furthered my hallucinations, now they reminded me that though I may have been asleep, the walls were not. The walls would protect me from the monsters.

The inky black of my room soon seeped under my eyelids, luring them closed with the promise of repose. My breathing slowed and I felt reality begin to fade away, falling beneath my fingertips and disappearing as my dreamscape took place.

My dreams were never far from reality, neither were my nightmares. What most didn't understand is that the most terrifying thing is something that is real; inescapable and entirely beyond your control, not a simple figment of your imagination.

And so I found myself lying in my bed, fingers still by my sides underneath the heavy duvet. With my eyes open, my room looked more red than usual. There was an illusive drawl that came with the wind on my window, so in hopes of falling asleep in my dream, I turned to my side and closed my eyes.

There was something about dreams where it did not matter what you did. With my eyes closed and my ear pushed tightly against my pillow, I still felt every chill in the wind; I still felt the lingering feeling that I was being watched, preyed on.

I released a small groan as I turned my neck, exposing it to the cold of my room. It was so hot beneath my covers. I felt my limbs start to writhe beneath my covers, discomfort unending and the heat all-consuming. I was sweating and my breaths were becoming hotter, more raspy. My hands fisted the sheets tightly, trying to ground me.

Something wet and hot slid up my neck.

I gasped, eyelids fluttering at the sensation.

It left my neck before it reached my jaw, leaving a cool wet line along my skin. Dots pebbled my skin and I arched my back, suddenly becoming aware that there was something above me.

Before I could speak, two soft pillows...lips...came to my jaw, leaving wet kisses along my skin. The feeling was so raw and unexpected and forbidden I could only help but let out a small whimper. The lips sucked and kissed my skin hungrily, pulling at my delicate skin and leaving marks in their wake.

"Ah-" I gasped out, hands leaving my covers and landing on the figure above me, pressing against it. The palms of my hands were flat against a hard plane...a chest. It flexed and heated beneath my touch, feeling so very hot compared to the cold of my room.

I suddenly needed my covers off of me.

The figure above me seemed to know just what I needed. Slowly, my covers were dragged down my body, revealing it bit by bit to the night. Hot fingers found my bare stomach, tracing up and down the tight skin. I breathed in and out carefully, feeling the fingers run along my skin. A burning sensation followed where I was touched. Appreciative sighs left my lips and the fingers traveled down past my belly button, settling themselves right above the fabric protecting my privates from the world. My back arched again, pressing into the hand. A finger teased the edge of my underwear, slipping under and then disappearing.

There was a swelling feeling in my heat, pulsing and needing to be touched. Wetness pooled in my underwear, soaking the—

I gasped as my underwear was torn from my hips, discarded close to my face on the pillow. I was expecting soft cotton white to enter my vision, blending into the white of my pillow, but no. It was black...black lace. My eyes widened and I choked in breath, my own fingers trailing to my breasts, caressing them over my bra. The bumpy texture of lace met my fingers, and I traced my fingers all along the sides. Black lace.

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