Quiescence - Kenzhie A. (ebooks children's books free .txt) 📗

lips on my elbow, arms, neck, and gently nibbled my earlobe. My body is already burning like I'm having a high fever when I felt his rough hands skimmed my thighs and my upper body, leaving every skin he touches ablaze. My blue eyes are burning with fire as I took in his naked chest. This man is incredibly fast. I didn't notice his every move and now he is naked from his chest down to his waist. I hungrily touched his broad shoulders, his muscled chest, and his toned abdomen with bulging abs. I want to go lower but I felt suddenly shy and my cheeks burned when I gazed up and met his eyes, visible of lust and desire.

"You are perfect." I whispered and kissed his abdomen, feeling my shyness disappeared. This man is just so irresistibly gorgeous and oozing with carnal sex appeal. I can't stop myself as I brushed kisses to his stone-hard chest. I heard him groaned and then I felt his fingers raked through my messy hair, forcing my head up to meet his hungry mouth. He claimed my mouth once again fervently while I felt his strong arms parted my legs, raised me up, and placed me on his lap. My legs clamped on his waist as he grabbed my bottom, kneading them. Damn! I'm losing my sanity... "Oh Dahlia, my Dahlia! I want you now..." He rasped in a hurried tone.

"I want you too..." I whispered back and lowered my other hand to feel his arousal. He closed his eyes momentarily and when he opened them, they were glowing bright yellow, literally glowing like a car's headlight. I felt a bit scared as he looks inhuman and dangerous but beautiful nonetheless. I felt a mixture of fear and strong wantonness to this mysteriously handsome and somewhat dangerously inhuman man right before me, looking like he wants to eat me...

"No!" He screamed angrily like a thunder and I flew three feet away from the bed, banging on the wall yet strangely I don't feel any pain. Then I remember I am just dreaming but this seems so real. I looked up at him. His eyes look fierce as they bore onto mine. I stood up and walked towards him again like a moth attracted to his burning light. His eyes shone more brightly and angrily. "I shouldn't touch you... Go!" He roared and my body was thrown into darkness as I screamed soundlessly then my eyes opened, I sat up straight and gasped for air. I raked my hands through my sweaty hair as I woke up from my sensual dream and is now looking a bit disoriented. I roamed my eyes around and saw a young man sitting beside me, staring and looking amused.

"Bad dream or good dream?" He asked smiling. I almost forgot that I'm on my way to London by train and I kinda regretted why I chose Economy seat. I should have chosen Standard Premier class or Business Premier in that case I can daydream without getting bothered and embarrassed by the person sitting next to me. Being too thrifty can be a little disadvantageous at times.

"Both." I smiled politely. "Where are we now?" I asked and looked outside the glass window of the train. I can't tell just by looking at the scenery where we are. I'm not good at telling directions that's why I'll  never gonna be a tour guide which I've never dreamt of becoming one by the way.

"Still in France. We've just been traveling for thirty minutes." He informed still smiling. 

"Oh, I see. Thanks." I glanced at my wristwatch. It's just eight-thirty in the morning and travelling by train from Paris to London is about two hours and a half. My arrival time will be at ten-thirty. I sighed a mouthful of air, feeling infuriated. I have been dreaming about the same mysterious but gorgeous man with fiery golden eyes, hearing his voice and haunting me for years especially every Christmas eve, night or day. I don't know why. I have no memory of meeting anyone who has golden eyes but in my dreams they look vividly real like this man is real. My shrink had told me before during one of our sessions, that it is just my unconscious mind full of curiosity about the opposite sex for I've been virgin since birth. He said dreams are like an escape from the real world for which I can't express myself well so in my dreams my unconscious mind brought the desire hidden and suppressed within me that I can't express in reality. I sighed. Maybe I should just grab a guy and get it over with and be done with this friggin sexual curiosity. I'm twenty-one for christ's sake and still a friggin virgin! I'm not that conservative but I don't know why I can't. It's like someone will be mad if I'll have sex with just any guy. It's crazy but that's how I feel or maybe I'm crazy. If I sleep with someone maybe this crazy dream will disappear. But do I want it to disappear? It pierces my heart thinking about that. Strangely, I don't want it to disappear. I want to linger to this insane dream for quite some time, I think. I lazily got up, excused myself from the man beside me who is still staring at me with keen interest and went towards the direction of the bathroom and splash a cold water on my face. If I was still in my studio type apartment in Paris, I would have taken a cold shower to ease up the hot and sticky feeling I have right now because of that sensual dream. It's winter break and I'm packed for a short vacation at my aunt's home in England. My parents got divorced when I was in first grade and have their new family excluding me. I sometimes visit them but I can't stay longer as I felt out of place whenever I'm with either of my parents home. They looked happy without me so I usually stay with my aunt's home in England every vacation. She's my mother's older sister and has one son which by now is already thirteen years old. I can feel that my aunt loves me more than my own parents. She always tells me to visit whenever I like. She once said that she really wishes to have a daughter, not that she doesn't love her son, in fact, she loves him so much since he's such an adorable boy, but after giving birth to Angelo, she wasn't lucky to have another child. So, she treats me like her own daughter. I'm in my last year in Paris College of Art (PCA), taking Fine Arts. I'm just glad both of my parents didn't mind my decision in taking this course and provides for my every needs. I guess, it's there way of showing their guilt as they never a parent to me. At a young age, I grew up with my parents tossing me from time to time about who will take care of me, where will I sleep, and who will pick me up at school. My parents both lived in New York but in different houses with their new family and I've stayed with them, interchanging by schedule, like they don't have a choice until I turned eighteen and decided to study in Paris and lived alone. I sighed once more and went back to my seat. I'm glad the man was busy reading a magazine when I got back. I'm in no mood for a chit-chat.

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"Oh darling welcome back!" Aunt Rosemarie hugged me as soon as she saw me. Her husband, uncle Augustine smiled at me and patted my shoulder.

"Dahlia!" Angelo's excited voice boomed in the entryway, running towards me and hugged me tightly.

"Hey, hey, hey! Aren't you a big boy now to scream like that? You sound like a girl squeaking loudly." I teased and laughed when I saw his cheeks turned beet red. He is such a handsome young boy with fair skin and hair and clear blue eyes almost similar to mine. My aunt has blue eyes as well as my mom. I feel a bit sad thinking about my mom all of a sudden.

"I am not a girl. Can't you see I've grown into a fine young man?" He mopped, looking annoyed at my humor. I grabbed the collar of his shirt so his head is leaning low. I reached up and ruffled his honey-blond hair and saw him frown. I smiled at him.

"I see you've grown so tall just over a year, my dear handsome cousin." I said and let go of his shirt. A year ago, I was taller than him an inch or two and I'm 5'6" tall and by looking at Angelo now, he seems to be almost 6 feet, probably 5'10' and he is just thirteen.

"But of course, I ate well and did some stretching so I'll grow taller than you." He said smugly. I've never thought he took my jokes seriously. I often tease him whenever I visit their house every winter vacation, that he looks like a midget and no girls will like him if he will not grow taller..

"Well, that's great. Maybe girls will like you now." I teased and I saw him blushed again while staring at me.

"Dahlia stop teasing your cousin and he is still young to have a girlfriend." Aunt Rosemarie lectured but I can see her smiling. She gestured me inside the living room while Angelo took my small luggage and went up the stairs to the room which I always occupy whenever I visit.

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"Hey Angelo! Wait up! Where are we going?" I shouted at him since he is getting far from me. My winter boots are already drenched because of the thick snow and it's hard to walk steadily. It's past five in the afternoon and Angelo urged me to go for a stroll at the usual place we usually hangout since I can't remember when and play or take pictures. I actually carried my Canon DSLR camera with me, an advance Christmas present from my dad. I took some pictures from time to time as we walked.

"Move your bloody arse faster, shorty!" Angelo shouted back with a grin. I widen my eyes at him exaggeratedly and he laughed.

"What did you just say you cocky kid?" I put both of my hands on my hips acting serious but can't keep my face from smiling.

"Shorty!" He taunted while smirking at me.

"You arrogant kid! Wait till I catch you!" I barked at him and started running towards him.

"I bet you can't catch me with your short legs." He said laughing while running away from me.

"What! Don't underestimate me you little brat!" I shouted but then he disappeared from my vision. I ran more fast to catch up with him but I still can't see his tall figure. "Angelo?!" I called for him but there was no answer. Where did that brat go? I looked around and was astounded to see a familiar enormous manor from afar. "Shit! Am I dreaming again?"

"No little lady. You are not." I heard a chilly voice and I instantly shot my eyes from my left where I heard the voice and there I saw a tall and  very pale man with long raven black hair hanging loosely on his pale face, leaning on the big oak tree. This is definitely a dream. That monstrous manor and that big oak tree are completely identical from my dream! I pinched my arm and winced as I felt the pain. "I told you little one. You are not dreaming... Untrusting girl you are..." He slowly glided towards me and I just stood there like a statue looking aghast as the pale man continued walking and stopped a meter away from me. A gasp escaped my mouth when I saw his eyes. Golden eyes! Just like the man in my dreams! How many men are there with gold eyes and at