I was in a nightmare again. That night, I was like a ragged doll, his violent movements almost tore my body apart, his ears still ring with the desire of his breathing, when he looked up, the familiar face and memories of the overlap.
Arthur Brooksville, the werewolf my father ordered me to marry.
"Calista DeWitt, you lied to me."
He suddenly fierce, dead grip on my neck, I can hardly breathe, survival instinct let me desperately struggle, I firmly grasp the sheets under the bed, like a drowning man grasping at the last straw.
"Eve, Eve..."
Someone whispered in my ear, his voice gentle and urgent. When I opened my eyes and saw Arthur's handsome face, I begged him for mercy. "Please, don't kill me!"
He held out his hand to me in mid-air, his expression slightly dazed.
He hadn't been here for a few days after the bad break-up, so when I woke up, I still thought I was dreaming.
"Sorry, I had a bad dream."
The palm is covered with thin sweat, I have some tired of closing my eyes, big mouth gasping for breath.
"Have you ever done anything bad?"
Arthur suddenly opened his mouth, but let me some surprise, I quickly shook his head, subconsciously refuted, "Of course not, I do not even dare to step on ants."
He gently tucked my hair behind his ear. "You had a dream about me. Is that bad?"
Well, he's the source of the nightmare, but if he knew the whole truth, he wouldn't let me off so easily, and I've kept my mouth shut about this, and I'll keep it to myself no matter what, without anyone noticing.
Arthur sighed. He looked at me and didn't say a word for a long time, but I didn't know what to say. I hadn't dreamed of Angelo since he was born.
For me, the brutal torture was just a test for Angelo, but he was there again, this time as my husband, and I was more afraid that he would find out.
I'm Not Eve, and when I know that, the consequences are unspeakable.
I was really scared because I was afraid that I would bring back to my dreams the things I didn't want to remember before. This werewolf was and still is ruining my peaceful life.
"Do you hate me that much?"
His brow was furrowed, and there was an indescribable heaviness in his face.
"I don't know why you say that. You're my husband and I respect you."
I avoided his gaze for fear that he would find out what I was thinking. I wasn't a good liar, and he wasn't stupid. I could see it in his face.
He looked at me sideways, his eyes a little more unfathomable emotion, "You're still angry about what happened before?"
Arthur Take My Hand, "I can't explain it, but believe me, it was an accident, and while I don't expect much from this marriage, I don't want you to have to go through all the gossip."
"So you chose a dog to go through with the wedding instead of me, didn't you?"
I opened my mouth with indifference, then pulled my hand from his palm, my emotions have calmed down, it would not be so easily exposed.
On the other hand, I thank him for giving me a reason to cope with the present situation.
Arthur Brooksville, my dear husband, you will regret what you said to me today.
19
I didn't know what the werewolf thought of me, but I could tell that he didn't hate me, that he'd reappeared after a bad breakup, and that he'd comforted me after a bad dream, and that my existence wasn't insignificant.
It was not enough to erase what he had done to me.
I enjoy his gentle to me, and hate the man who dragged me to Hell. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have to.
He suddenly reached out and blocked my eyes.
"Go back to sleep, this time I'll be by your side."
I felt ridiculous and reached out to pull him away. "What makes you think you have such an influence on me?"
He hesitated for a moment before opening his mouth. "I'm just being a husband," Princess Irene of Greece and Denmark said. "Women like that."
Princess Irene of Greece and Denmark? One of his mistresses?
Of course I wasn't so naive as to think I was the only one around him, and it wasn't easy to just mention people to my face. Even if I didn't love him, I was still his wife in name.
I said, "That's what Princess Irene of Greece and Denmark likes, not me."
"I'm sorry," Arthur frowned. "I always seem to make things worse, but believe me, I don't want to hurt you."
If it hadn't happened before, maybe I would have believed him, but only if. All the bad things have happened, and now it's more like defending yourself.
"Arthur, I'm tired."
"I know."
Confused, he stood up. "I just don't want you to have nightmares."
"Not if you leave."
It was not because I was moved by his tenderness that I was able to communicate with him in a good temper. It was because I didn't want to continue acting in front of him. After days of nightmares, I really didn't have the energy to deal with this man anymore, because I am afraid to say something impulsive, and then be caught by this man.
"Arthur, I'm begging you, Please?"
His face paled with the naked eye, but I had no time to take care of, I really feel very sick, dealing with Arthur is making me physically and mentally exhausted. I don't know how long this lie will last, but for now, I want to be alone and calm.
"You get some rest."
He slowly moved his steps. When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped. He didn't know what he was thinking about, but he didn't do anything and just left.
I was relieved when the door closed.
Hopefully, he didn't find anything wrong.
I can't imagine what would happen if he knew I wasn't Eve.
But when I lay down to sleep, the werewolf of the nightmare did not come to me. After many days, I finally slept a sound sleep, perhaps there is his reason, who knows.
I'm too tired to be distracted by anything else.
When I woke up, the day was bright.
It doesn't really matter what time I get up. In this house, I'm a stranger. I don't have to think about the future. I just have to play Mrs. Brooksville.
So when I lazily go out of the door, see is Arthur in for me to prepare food, vaguely thought he was still in a dream.
The dream was so real that his apron fit him perfectly.
He saw me, too, smiling and in a good mood.
After all this time, he's finally changed?
20
"You're weird. You've Been Hurting Me Lately, and now you want to make it up to me?"
I put my arms around his neck, somehow, he always has a kind of inexplicable attraction, let me can not help but close.
If it is in reality, I will not hesitate to avoid, but this is in my dream, naturally there is no need to hide.
Arthur looked like a shy virgin, and I couldn't help kissing him, but he was so tall that I only kissed his Adam's apple.
"Look down, I can't Kiss You!"
Indeed, in the dream, he obediently, bent down to allow me to kiss his lips, the feeling of control is too cool.
I enjoyed the kiss, although the action is unfamiliar, but as long as the near him, the heart rate will be uncontrollably faster, this man, really dangerous AH.
"Arthur..."
I think I recently some desire is not satisfied, perhaps because of his sudden attack, but I am really a novice, can only tear his collar, uncomfortable moaning.
"You're Useless!"
I suddenly angry, the dream of Arthur at a loss, hands on the plate has not put down, I glanced, he obediently put on the cooking table.
"Eve, are you..."
This is my dream. He can't call people by their names!
"Lily, call me Lily."
My mother used to call me Lily when I was young, but when she died, no one ever called me that again.
For this strange name, I suddenly began to miss.
Despite the indelible damage the werewolf had done to me, there was no denying that I was drawn to him, perhaps because he had marked me, even if only temporarily, and I couldn't stop wanting him, like now.
I leaned on him, feeling his body temperature and heartbeat, unable to suppress the heart again repeated. I insufferably in his arms rubbed, looked at his eyes obscure desire, I could not help but roar way, "Damn werewolf, you are wood?"
If it were in reality, he would have pounced on me like a hungry wolf, but now he can only wait for my command.
"What do I Do?"
He looked down at me, Eyes I do not understand the emotions, I do not know what he was thinking, but now I just need him.
"Kiss me," I said, pulling his hand down. "I want you, just like before."
His breathing became heavy, and I could feel the change in his body as I leaned on him.
This dream, it's so real.
His big hands drifted over me, but his movements were still rude.
I couldn't help but complain, "Be gentle, you're hurting me."
"How about this?"
He took hold of my chest, gently knead, full of magnetic voice at this moment mixed with unbearable desire.
I grunted. "Not bad."
His movements to please me, I can not help but kiss the head, this time he with the bend to catch me, the movement is more skilled.
I think I really desire dissatisfaction, will do such a shameless wet dream, when his big hand down, I vaguely more than a little look forward to.
He suddenly picked me up and put me on the table. He bent down and pressed me under him. When he looked closer, his eyes and eyebrows seemed better than before. His mouth was red and he looked very kissable.
Of course, I didn't miss the chance and put my arms around his neck and kissed him.
21
In their own dreams, of course, can do as they please.
I have always been a hedonist, except Angelo, no one can let me compromise their own.
He held my waist, nimble fingers neatly off my silk pajamas, but I looked at his apron, inexplicably more than a few want to play with the wicked interest.
I put my index finger against his lips and said lightly, "Take off your clothes."
When he tried to take off his apron, I stopped him.
"I said, take off your clothes."
Arthur quickly detected my thoughts, he smiled, slowly off the clothes on the body, leaving only the apron, looks sexy temptation.
"It turns out Lily likes this style."
He came close to my ear, hot breath on my face, Itchy.
"Yeah, I like that, can't I?"
"I've done as you asked. What does Lily want to do next?"
It was rare that the werewolf in my dream was so honest. Of course, I accepted it. After all, it was in my dream. No matter what I did to him, he had to accept it. My affair with him had never been tender, and I wanted to try something different for the first time or the second time, when men were as rough as beasts.
"I want you to please me."
Hearing this, he raised an eyebrow, eyes desire has not diminished, especially gentle movements bent to kiss my forehead, cheek, then neck, has been down.
He raised his head suddenly and looked at me with dull eyes.
Very Strange, clearly is in my dream, but I feel as if he has his own consciousness.
"Why did you stop?"
I spoke with some displeasure.
He raised his hand to touch my neck, the touch again remind me of the appearance of the nightmare, I suddenly awake, suddenly pushed him away, the original charming at this moment gone.
"You..."
"Get away from me!"
I know I look like a lunatic, trying to get close to him while pushing him away, but if he weren't Eve's husband, if he weren't the werewolf who raped me, maybe things would have been different.
"Listen, get out of my dream and stay out of my face!"
He's a real pain in the ass. He always gets me in the mood.
"You Think You're Dreaming?"
Arthur came up to me and raised my chin. "Lily, do I look that Unreal?"
What does he mean by that? What do you mean, I'm Dreaming? I'm Not Dreaming?
No Way!
If it wasn't a dream, how could a werewolf who only thinks with his penis be prepared for me...
No, wait.
If it was a dream, how could I smell the smell of food.
Combined with what he just did, it was clear that I was confusing dreams with reality.
God, what have I done.
Arthur was now covered in a thin apron that made him look so erotic that I even offered it. My cheeks burned with shame.
How could this be real? Why would he cooperate with me? I can't figure it out. My mind is in such a mess that I can't sort it out properly.
"Lily, you are really fickle."
Arthur sighed helplessly. He bent down to pick up the clothes on the ground and put them on slowly. When he took off the apron and threw it beside me, I thought of the scene again, the feeling of shame almost filled my heart. It was a terrible feeling.
What could be more humiliating than me right now, thinking I was dreaming, so I attacked the werewolf in front of me, not long after I had spoken to him, how could I face it now.