Lydia finished all her day's tasks and went to her room to take a shower but her room which was dimly lit concealed Luther's presence.
Lydia slipped out of her clothes, unaware of Luther's watching eyes.
As she stood in her underwear, Luther's gaze roamed over her curves, his eyes drinking in the sight. He sat motionlessness, a silent observer in the shadows.
Lydia's hands reached for the rose , and Luther's eyes narrowed, his focus fixed on the gentle curves of her body. He watched, mesmerized, as she began to shed her undergarments.
Suddenly, the sound of running water filled the room, and Lydia stepped into the shower, oblivious to Luther's presence. He leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with intensity, his mind racing with thoughts of what could be done with that body, those hard working hands, those pretty lips, his body couldn't stand it any longer.
Lydia's thoughts drifted back to Luther's touch, his fingers tracing her skin, sending shivers down her spine. She bit her lip, her imagination running wild with possibilities.
In her mind, she saw herself on Luther's bed, his hands exploring every curve, every contour. Her body tingled at the thought of his lips on hers, his breath whispering sweet nothings.
As she stood there, lost in thought, Lydia's heart beat faster, her pulse racing with anticipation. She felt a flutter in her chest, a sensation she'd never experienced before.
Suddenly, her room seemed too quiet, too still. Lydia yearned for the sound of Luther's voice, the touch of his hand, the warmth of his breath. What was going on with Lydia? She didn't understand.
Lydia's fingers danced across her skin, tracing the curves of her legs as she lay in the warm bathwater. Her giggles were silent, but her eyes sparkled with mirth as she let her imagination run wild.
In her mind's eye, Luther's hands replaced her own, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on her skin. She pictured his smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he touched her.
As she daydreamed, Lydia's touch became bolder, her fingers exploring the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She felt a thrill of excitement, her heart beating faster with every gentle caress.
The bathwater rippled around her, reflecting the turmoil of emotions within. Lydia's laughter was stifled, but her eyes shone with a mischievous glint, betraying her secret pleasure.
Luther's eyes remained fixed on Lydia, his gaze burning with intensity. He couldn't look away, transfixed by her gentle touches and whispered sighs.
As he watched, his own desire grew, his body responding to the sight before him. He gritted his teeth, trying to maintain control, but his heart raced with excitement. His demon begged to take control
Lydia's eyes fluttered closed, her lashes casting a delicate shadow on her cheeks. Her breath caught in her throat, and Luther's gaze zeroed in on the tender curve of her neck.
Luther vanished into the shadows, his departure as sudden as his appearance. The sudden silence was a stark contrast to the heavy tension that had filled the air.
Lydia's eyes fluttered open, her gaze searching the darkness for any sign of Luther. She felt a pang of disappointment, wondering if she had imagined the whole encounter. Of course she was imagining it
As she slowly emerged from the bath, the cool air danced across her skin, leaving her feeling vulnerable. She wrapped herself in a towel, her heart still racing from the excitement.
The darkness seemed to swallow all sound, leaving Lydia wondering if Luther had truly been there at all. Yet, the memory of his gaze lingered, burning into her skin like a promise. She felt every gaze dance across her skin.
With a deep breath, Lydia tried to push aside the lingering tension and focused on getting ready for bed. She slipped into a comfortable nightgown and climbed under the covers, trying to quiet her racing thoughts.
But as she lay there, she couldn't shake the memory of Luther's gaze. It haunted her, a whispered promise of what he could do to her body.
" Ugh what is this madness?" Lydia mentally screamed into her palms, she couldn't sleep, she kept imagining Luther.
Lydia stepped out of her room, seeking a midnight stroll to clear her mind. But instead, she found herself face to face with Luther, standing in the doorway.
Luther's calm demeanor contrasted with Lydia's startled expression. "Master?" Lydia asked, her voice trembling slightly. "Do you need something?"
" Can't sleep? Me too. I just wanted to know if you were asleep" Luther rubbed his nape with a smile.
"Yes I can't sleep", Lydia confessed.
" Walk with me" Luther ordered her.
They walked in silence until they reached the garden and he sat on his weeden bench and stared up at the full moon.
"It's a hunting night but I'm not hungry" Luther sighed and signalled that Lydia joined him on the bench.
"Thank you ", she maintained a distance from Luther fearing what he might do to her after all he said it is a hunting night.
" Relax, I won't eat you", Luther chuckled.
Lydia smiled in embarrassment because she kept forgetting Luther could read thoughts.
Luther's husky voice sent a shiver down Lydia's spine as he asked, "What keeps you awake, Lydia? What were you thinking of?"
Lydia's face flushed, and she stammered, "N-nothing, Master." Her eyes darted downward, unable to meet Luther's piercing gaze.
Luther's expression turned gentle, his voice softening. "You can tell me, Lydia. Is everything alright?"
Lydia's blush deepened, and she shook her head, still unable to speak. Luther's kind tone put her at ease, but she couldn't reveal her true thoughts – thoughts of him, and the confusing emotions that swirled within her.
Luther's finger grazed Lydia's chin, his touch sending shivers down her spine. He gently lifted her face, his eyes locking onto hers.
"Don't forget, Lydia," Luther whispered, a smirk playing on his lips, "I can read your thoughts. You can't hide from me."
Lydia's blush intensified, her heart racing at the implication. She felt exposed, yet entranced by Luther's piercing gaze.
Lydia's eyes dropped, unable to withstand the intensity of Luther's stare. She nodded slightly, her voice barely audible. "Y-yes, Master."
Luther's smirk softened, and he released Lydia's chin. "Go back to bed, Lydia. Sleep well, I have hunting to do."