WARNING: Mature themes coming up later on this chapter.
I hit against the steering wheel with a frustrated growl as I let a few tears caress my cheeks, I had vowed to myself never to cry after my childhood! Not for anyone! Not for my father! Not for mother! Not for Jackson! And certainly not for my birth-mother! Throwing off the seat-belt, I grabbed my phone and slammed the car door shut. My bracelet, however, caught against it, allowing the tiny tear-shaped diamonds stones to break away from the band, landing around my feet. The soft sounds of the diamonds tumbling against the rough grounds made me scream in frustration and kick the car's wheel.
Stupid car!
Tears of anger and frustration fell from my eyes. The dinner had brought nothing but chaos for me; my mind was haywire, one thought after another, word after word, and I tried to dodge them like a bullet.
If that's really what she thought of me, then fine. I'll let her think of me as some home wrecker! While it her words did hurt me, I wasn't backing down from the word I gave. Jackson can find his own way to save himself. Audrey came from a rich family herself, she can help him.
Pushing my thumb against the door handle for the fingerprint lock, I opened the door and threw away the stupid heels as soon as I got inside. A deep tired sigh left my lips as I leaned against the door, "I hate this family.." I mumbled into the fours walls that kept me safe from them. Here, I didn't have to worry about any of them barging in, demanding me to do something, especially something I didn't want to do.
Running a hand through my hair, I let the comfort of my home calm my frayed nerves and exhausted mind. I promised myself I wouldn't dare let any more tears fall, as I stubbornly wiped them free of my cheeks. I was no longer that scared little girl in the marketplace. I was a strong independent woman, who ran her own empire in the sick world of men, who tried to grasp my riches and earnings.
Placing my phone on the kitchen counter, I walked deeper into the house. Gathering my obsidian waves together in both hands, I tied my hair into a messy bun, before running myself a warm bath.
Grabbing onto the zipper at the side of my dress, I pulled it down, allowing the clothing to slide down my body. As I threw off my undergarments too, goosebumps erupted in my skin. A cold shiver ran down my skin as I reached over to grab my silky bathrobe. I draped it over my shoulders before tying the ends together at my waist.
Letting the water run a little slower, I went back into the kitchen to grab myself a glass of some good red wine.
Pouring the red-coloured liquid into the long-stemmed glass, my mind wandered over to the strange sightings I saw this night.
"Dragons..." I frowned, swirling the glass slighting in my hands, "Always loved dragons.." I mumbled, taking a sip of the sweet wine. I leaned on the counter thinking of the strange images over and over again.
First the stars, then the fire...
I sighed, shaking my head I took another sip. Dragons have always been my favourite mythological creatures. While others adored vampires and werewolves, I fell in love with the magnificent dragons that soared the skies and breathed fire. I do love vampires and werewolves, but it was the dragons that truly won my heart. Vampires and werewolves had a possessive and aggressive side, I didn't mind that, but there was something about the gentle, yet protective, creatures- the dragons- were simply drawn to me. Like me, dragons liked to keep hold of their own...their treasures.
I giggled, "Maybe, I really am going crazy from stress."
Lifting myself away from the counter, I walked back into my bathroom and smiled in seeing the water was ready for me. Placing the wine glass by the tub, I stripped from my bathrobe and climbed into steaming waters. I gentle released from my lips as it soothed my tense muscles. I didn't realise how tired I was until now, yes the dinner nothing but torment, stress and hurt, but I hadn't felt something dragging me down like a huge weight, and now it was gone, I felt like I could breathe once again.
Grabbing the glass of wine, I sipped more of the sweet drink, trying clear my head from the images that kept pulling towards the front of my mind. The images strangely calmed but also worried me. The things I was seeing had one thing in common, and it was the creature....the dragon. My mind was haunted by the strange sightings, but a part of me welcomed it; allowing it soothe me just like the water did. "Maybe, Toothless decided to pay me a little visit because I'm suffering," I giggled, taking a big gulp of the drink in my hand. I gently twirled the glass in my hand, allowing the liquid to follow its direction, much like the fire when it turned in directions. It needed to be influenced under some sort of power or force to be moved. I didn't understand the concept of the flames changing directions without a certain source of power or force.
I sighed shaking my head and finished the drink in my hand, then stood from the tub once the water had gotten too cold.
After drying myself with a towel, I wore just my bathrobe again feeling somewhat bold and lazy. A smile graced my lips as the soft covers of my bed embraced me. Finally, a chance to rest my eyes and mind; to take a break from the real world. Sleep helped me forget the real world that revolved around me and found somewhere for me to escape to.
I sighed gently, clearing my mind and fluttering my eyes closed...
I felt like I was floating, yet still laid still on my bed. I could feel something or someone's weight dip on the edge but my eyes remained closed. I couldn't open them even if I wanted to.
A soft hand caressed my thighs, making my stomach tremble and breathing fasten.
"Tristan.."
A name had left my lips, but it's foreign to me, yet it felt right on my tongue as I said it.
I gasped as his large hands grabbed onto my inner flesh, a painful but pleasurable grasp that made my core burn with desire. I could feel myself around pooling for this man.
"What was happened tonight, Jisoo? I thought you wanted out," he spoke, his voice was like sweet honey, but an underlying tone of dominance was there, that let a small whimper leave my lips.
I never let a man treat me as a puppet, but this man's touch..I craved it.
I finally opened my eyes only to be so suddenly hit with bright lights and the sound of booming music. It was then I realised, I wasn't at home or in bed, but at some sort of party and sitting on a couch with a man next to me, and his hand close to my most sensitive area.
I was about remove his hand, but as I gazed into his eyes I could no longer move; I froze. A beautiful seafoam colour with hints of emerald and black floating around. Staring into his eyes, I left the air leave my lungs in a rush. His eyes is held an unique colour that grabbed my whole undivided attention.
Who was this man?
Where was I?
How did he know my name?
Suddenly, feeling of being both lost in his brilliant eyes and in the feeling of him so close to me, I allowed my eyes to close again and unintentionally grinded my thigh again his hand, because the pressure that was starting to build up was unbearable. I could feel his glide upwards closer and closer to my area.
I didn't know this man, but his hands felt right on my body.
My body was reacting perfectly to his touches.
Where has my dream world taken me?
Realising what I had just done, to a stronger no less, I tired to move away. I stood up to leave but he suddenly placed his hands on my waist and pulled me right back into him, causing me to grind my backside against him hard enough for him to groan at the feeling. A pleasurable gasp left my lips as his unknown man by the name of Tristan guided his hands to my breasts.
While I didn't have a clue who this man was, I couldn't deny the unbelievable pleasure he was giving me just by grasping onto my breasts, then slowly and sensually drawing circles around them with his finger tips.
A part of me hated for allowing an unknown man touch me, dream or no dream, I hated being the puppet of a man's ways. But this man, he knew what he was doing. He knew how to make me come undone by his simple touches. His touches sent a sharp sensation through me, a feeling of live sparks of electricity to run through my veins.
I let my head fall on his chest and the both of us continued to dance along the rhythm of the music that boomed through the speakers. We were away from crowds on the second floor, no one could see us and the dark hallways aided us as we continued these sinful acts.
He suddenly snaked one of his hands down the silky dress I wore, much like my bathrobe, and his fingers touched my clothed core, making a moan slips through my lips, before I had a chance to stop it.
He slid his fingers into my panties and played played my clit, I gasped, bucking your hips onto his finger as the sensation; to feel more of this friction.
This man, Tristan..
Was he the man of my dreams?
A plain piece of my imagination?
Just as the pleasure built up again; a wild sense of pleasure to ready to run through me, he suddenly ripped his hands off my body and pulled away completely leaving me cold and forgotten.
It took my body a few seconds to turn around and once again gaze deeply into his mystical eyes. It pulled me in and I was afraid if I allowed that, I would fall in forever. A tired sigh left his plump desirable lips, before shook his head walking off.
What the hell?!
That's it?!
But my legs moved, following after him.
My brain was unaware of the actions my body followed and the words my mouth spoke, as if I was controlled by someone else and only able to look through my eyes and feel the emotions that ran through me.
I kept following behind him, calling him his name again and again, but he ignored all my protests and calls. He walked into the dark corridors and turned towards a room. But before he had the chance to close the door, I allowed myself to push the door and walked right inside the room closing it behind me.
"What the hell was that?!" I shouted at him.
I didn't know his man, and yet I spoke words of anger towards him.
He simply scoffed and went up to the bar in the room and poured himself a drink.
Very much like the red wine I poured myself before getting into bed.
"Answer me!"
I said sternly walking up to the sculpted man before me. He suddenly slammed the glass down onto the wooden table, before grabbing my arms painfully and held me against the counter. Our faces were dangerously close to one another. His eyes turned darker, the once hints of the emerald colour now dominated his entire iris.
"Jisoo," my name sounded sweet, thick as honey as he spoke it, "You don't want to be part of this life, then so be it! But why must you make it so fucking hard for me?!"
His words made no sense, yet I had an overwhelming urge to soothe him, take away from the thoughts and memories that haunted him.
"Allow me, to make it better," I say my words confidently before grazing my knee against his own and thighs, "Tristan..you have no idea what you're in for. So just-" He crashed his lips on to mine before I could utter another word.
His self control snapped like a thread.
My hands immediately went for his hair, the softness of it against my hands and fingers, as I let his body push against mine.
Our tongues danced with each other; exploring each other's mouth. The kiss screamed a battle, ferocity and something toxic. My mind focused on the ways he attacked my lips and explored my mouth...a sense of insanity spread through me as I threw away all logical thoughts.
I no longer cared who this man was.
I wanted him.
And I wanted him now!
I knew, when I would wake-up in the morning, I'll disappointed, because this incredible man was just a face of my imagination, but I was going get to what I can!
He placed his hand over my thigh and I wrapped it around his waist, closing the distance between us. I could feel his already hard erection poking against my clothed sex.
He snaked his arm around my waist pulling my body closer to him. I wrapped both of my legs around him. He broke the kiss and looked into my eyes, an intense rage and determination flowed through them before he attacked my lips again-- a brutal yet unbelievably satisfying kiss.
He walked over to the cough nearby, holding me against him. Not once breaking the toxic kiss, he laid me down on the couch.
He took off his suit coat and threw it away, still kissing me, lighting my insides on fire. His man, Tristan, ripped the dress I wore off my shoulders all the way down to my waist. He smirked as I gasped as his sudden move, before he attacked my neck; kissing and sucking on it, not leaving a space untouched as he left is works of art everywhere on my neck. His wet kisses trailed to my trembling stomach and removed the dress hanging around waist; letting it slowing glide down my legs before it was gone...thrown away.
How was I so helpless under his touches?
"Tristan.." I whined.
The name left my lips again, but with a pleasurable gasp afterwards. His name alone brought a wild sensation to rip through my veins.
"Right here, Jisoo..." He whispered.
My hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they reached up to rip his shirt clean of his chest and throw it away.
Every moment was sweeping into my brain..
An unforgettable dream..
My hands touched his abs that ripped through his flesh, every dip and curve just as he touched my breasts with his hands, moving his fingers along the border of my bra. He bend down, sucking on my collar bone, before kissing right above my breasts.. He slipped his hands behind me and opened my bra.
His eyes found mine again as he slowly removed it off my body. The cold air hit my nipples, immediately hardening them more than they already were.
His arms pushed my body against him once again. The feeling of his chest pressed against mine and the heat flowing from his body on to mine, it was driving me insane and to have my core deeply aching for him.
How was this man able to make me ache so bad for him?
He licked my nipple and then sucked on it, biting it a little while massaging my other breast with his free hand.
"Tristan." I maned arching my back. "Tristan, I need you now!" I whispered in his ears. He looked in my eyes again, the different shades of green and blue memorising me.
I love his eyes..
I bit down on my lower lip as stood on his knees to undo his belt.. He undid his belt and let fall to his knees.
Oh my God!
He smirked parting my legs with his own. He pulled my legs up along his chest; one leg on each shoulder. Without wasting another minute, he slid his cock into my wet dripping pussy; sheathing his full length inside of me.
After the first few thrusts, he began to ram himself into me; pulling nearly all the way out and then ramming into me hard, deep. I raised my hips to meet with every thrust, clamoring.
Yes..please..
He continued to pound into me fast and hard, hitting that perfect spot and sending me to the edge of ecstasy.
"You feel so good around me! So right..." He said, as my walls started to clench around him. He rammed into me harder and faster, making me a complete moaning mess underneath him.
I could feel my orgasm building up fast.
"Tristan, I am close!" I moaned closing my eyes.
So close..
"I know, I know. Just hold on a few more seconds!" He hissed. He took out his cock from me completely and then slammed right back, causing me to orgasm almost immediately.
He filled me up with his seeds just as I screamed his name...
I gasped sitting up on my bed, breathing hard and sweating. My sensitive area quivered in pleasure, wet and lost.
Patting my face lightly, my mind wandered to the dream again..
Tristan...
I tried recalling the names of the guys I had dated, but the name Tristan didn't recall anything.
And the seafoam eyes certainly didn't recall anything either, but it lingered on my mind, like a lost ship at sea...
Who are you, Tristan?
The guy of my dreams or just the guy in my dreams?