Aselia’s POV

That gaping hole in my heart began to diminish the longer I kissed this stranger, already forgetting where he had come from, what we had talked about and why I ended up kissing him.

At that moment, amidst the swirling uncertainty, one thing remained resolute in my heart, I couldn’t bear the thought of ending his tender embrace or releasing him from the enchanting touch our lips shared.

I was extremely perplexed while he seemed deprived. Maybe this is what my heart had been wanting all along, to kiss a stranger. Since when did I become so shameless to start smooching random strangers?

His hand had slid down to my bare leg, and he caressed it ever so gently, making me whimper in pleasure, I didn’t know my body could feel this way. His touch was so gentle, his hands warm against my skin, as they grazed my thighs and waist and I brazenly wanted more.

How was he making me experience all this? The more I thought the more muddled my thoughts got and the more hazy my brain became. I shut down my thought process and surrendered myself to this foreigner, who inexplicably felt familiar to me.

He finally let go of my lips, leaving me extremely breathless, my chest heaved as I tried to get as much oxygen as possible into my lungs. I had never seen anyone have such an enticing pair of grey eyes and they started into mine with so much intensity and passion, that for a second I was lost in them.

Blinked, I blinked several times and yet he kept gaping at me, his fingers began stroking my face, they lightly brushed against my temples, cheeks, and lips down to my chin and neck. Seemed like he was storing me away in his memories.

Why wasn’t I feeling shy from him?

Why wasn’t his touch bothering me?

Where was I?

I had even forgotten my surroundings, for he had hijacked my brain.

’Damn!’

I didn’t even know his name.

"W...what is your name?" I stammered, forming words was becoming difficult my eyes were becoming so droopy. How much did I drink?

He only smiled at my question and didn’t answer. He had such a charismatic smile with a slight hint of playfulness tugging on the corners of his lips. I could sense the heat rising on my cheeks, the longer his gaze lingered on me.

Those lips, I wanted to taste them again.

What was wrong with me? Why was I acting so greedy all of a sudden? Was it the alcohol which had unleashed some hidden part of me where I didn’t care what I did and had become shameless?

Unconsciously my eyes kept going back to those inviting lips of his and he seemed to have sensed that for a smirk crept up on his face as he found me staring.

Moving closer he sensually claimed mine and I slipped my hands into his hair. The tenderness of his lips and the softness of his hair made me melt like butter in his arms. How could someone be so sensual? The pit of my belly was burning hot as I was lost in the longings erupting inside me, like a fucking volcano, destroying everything in its path, sending that hot lava coursing through my veins and blazing every inch of my skin.

His lips artistically moved along mine as if we had done this numerous times before, his tongue explored every nook and cranny of my mouth and danced along with mine in a passion of their creation.

He kissed me for who knows how long? The concept of time was lost on me, and the concept of space and morality was lost on me too. All that existed was him, his lips and his touches and I wanted more of that, I wanted all of that.

Finally, he let go of my lips and slowly pecked them one last time before instructing me:

"Leia! Sleep now..." his velvety voice seemed to float towards me as he collected me in his arms and tugged me closer in his warm embrace against his sinewy chest. His nose nuzzled in my hair as he gently planted a soft kiss on them.

He lowered his gaze and his forefinger traced the tattoo on my neck and my skin became charged wherever he touched me. He continued to touch the tattooed wings with an amused smile on his lips.

How did he know my name?

Did I tell him?

I didn’t remember telling him but then I didn’t remember a lot of things.

Everything became hazy after that and soon I was lost in the cosiness he provided. Clinging to him like I had never done to anyone else, I claimed everything he had to offer. His hardness pressed against my core and I moaned uncontrollably.

"Ahhhh!"

"It’s alright my love," his voice was so soft against my hair, he stroked them, trying to calm my raging emotions and palpitating heart as if understanding how turned on and heated my body had become.

Amidst this strange occurrence unfolding around me, one perplexing detail stood out. I never once found myself questioning his identity, although I couldn’t remember his name.

It was as though I shared an unspoken familiarity with him as if my very being was already accustomed to his gentle touches, his tender kisses, and the intensity of his gaze.

No matter how much he touched me, I couldn’t seem to get enough of him, as if I have been starved to be with him.

He whispered something in my hair but I was too sleepy to comprehend what it was and I was finally lost in the realm of sleep.

That night I dreamt of the white angel again and this time he had a face, his face. He was smiling at me as he held me close to his heart, before he could kiss me I suddenly woke up, rubbing my eyes.

The sun had risen and its golden rays were filtering in and falling on the floor of my room. Instantly, I jerked my head to the spot behind me, but the bed was empty. No one was there.

"What a stranger dream, but it felt so real," I muttered to myself and my fingers went to my lips, I touched them to feel any lingering presence of those sumptuous lips but then facepalmed myself. It was just a dream, no one was there in my room.

Why did it feel so real?

I checked my window and it was locked from the inside and there were no traces of anyone being in my room, let alone a strange man. I peeked at my legs and I swear I could still feel his long fingers grazing them.

There was something seriously wrong with me. Firstly I dreamt of him and now I thought he was real and was here and we had a steamy make-out session. My brain was fried, and I was in dire need of a psychiatrist.

Sighing I got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom. A shower would help me clear my head a bit for my temples were throbbing as if someone had hammered them.

Yurian, that idiot had gotten me drunk last night and made me have wet dreams about someone I had concocted in my world of imagination. Although his face was hazy I could remember some of his features, those grey eyes for sure were the colour I had never seen before.

As I took my panties off, they were soaked.

’What the hell?’

’Why am I so turned on from a dream?’

This was beyond embarrassing and I didn’t want to share this with anyone.

Sighing heavily I discarded my clothes and stood under the cold shower to calm my burning body, it was burning with desires I held for an entity. I was sure I had conjured up to fill the desperate need for someone whose touch won’t repulse me.

After taking a bath and cooling down, I changed into jeans and a top, dried my hair and headed out. Rony’s loud barks greeted me, as he came at me with full speed.

"Woof!" he had grown so huge in the past ten months, his warm eyes were fixated on me as he circled all around.

Yurian had just emerged from his room and we met in the hallway. He had an amused smile on the sides of his lips.

"You got me drunk last night, didn’t you?" I accused with a frown.

"We only shared a beer, I don’t know what you are talking about," he raised his hands in defence.

"Doesn’t seem like that with the way my head is being hammered and I had weird dreams," not that I was going to tell him what those were.

"Oh! Really? Please elaborate," he asked as we headed to the kitchen.

"I will pass," giving him a furious side glance I walked over to Esma and hugged her before saying:

"Good morning! Something smells delicious."

Yurian laughed at my reaction but didn’t pry anymore while Esma hugged me back and said:

"I am making waffles for you kiddos."

"Let us set the table," Yurian and I began to help her but my mind was filled with the lewd dreams of that angelic stranger.

Great, now he had a face as well. It would be near to impossible to ignore, now that he seemed so real.