Seduction: The Taste of Lust

Chapter 22: Dirty Dream

Veronica's Pov

I turn off my tab and arrange the pillows, can't believe I wasted two hours drooling over his body. Who even uploads their personal photos on Pinterest, like so many people could see them and I really don't like the idea of others seeing his body so much. 

Whatever, it's not like we are in a relationship. I should better get some sleep, tomorrow's my first shoot with opera so I can't afford to have dark circles. 

I turn off my night lamp and doze off to the dirtiest dream of my life, 

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"Where am I?" I look around the living room realizing this is not my penthouse. There are no plants, no feather curtains, no plushy toys on the couch nor any refrigerator magnets. 

This is the opposite of my place, it is dark, empty, and kinda intimidating. 

I walk over to the balcony and open the glass door only to be welcomed by the cold breeze. I squeezed my arms together and walk further to the end, holding the grill and falling in love with the mesmerizing view of New York City.

I don't know why but I'm feeling really happy, relaxed, and somewhat nervous right now. Whose place is this I wonder as I look down and notice what I'm wearing? 

I have a white oversize shirt over me that ends up above my knees with a bracelet on my right hand that I've never seen before. 

I gently feel the bracelet when the cold air turns into little droplets of water. I push back a little and look up, it's raining.

I closed my eyes and open my arms to the sky as I welcome these beautiful tiny droplets of water touch me, soak me wet as I confess to the world I'm a sinner of lust. 

I've been lusting about him ever since the day he protected me from the reporters, his huge hands touching me, covering me from them raise a light inside me. A light that brighten my ugly world, a light that said it's okay to not be okay, a light that said he is my Achilles heels, a light that screamed love. 

for the first time, I'm allowing myself to feel things, to let him drown me. This rain was not just empty droplets but it cleanse my soul, my heart, and my thoughts that recently got really dirty because of him.

I gave myself to nature as I feel the sounds that were never clear to me before, the smell of wet earth, the cold breeze, the perfect place to lose myself. Maybe now I understand why people like to get wet in the rain because it's one place where they can be free. Where they can clean themselves from the disappointments of the so-called world. 

I kept my arms open and soon felt someone's arms around my waist, "there you are" a very heavy voice whispered in my ears,

I drop my hands and gently clutch his arms tightening his grip around me, "someone missed me" he sounded happy as I felt his lips at the back of my neck,

I didn't need to know who it was, cause my heart already knew the answer. It was beating so fast that the literal intention of turning around and kissing him made me a nervous wreck. 

My hands were shaking, maybe because of the rain or cause of the person who's embracing me right now getting himself wet with me "you're going to catch a cold" I speak in a low voice that I'm not even sure he heard me,

"Hmm don't care" he whispered against my skin, followed by his hands gripping up and putting my hair sideways giving him access to the naked space. 

I let myself drown into him as I push my back more to his frame and felt his lips against my neck, burning with temptation hinting him to do more than just tease me,