Blood Legacy (Rewritten)

35. Visions

I blew out another tired sigh, my hands shaking with nervousness as I could feel it on me, trailing all over my face as I kept trying to ignore it and concentrate on the task at hand.

"Can you please not look at me like that?" I muttered with annoyance, my gaze still trained on the middle of his chest as I refused to meet his and have him distract me even more.

"Like what?" He innocently asked but I could absolutely hear that hint of mirth and jest lacing his tone, daring me to just raise my gaze and look at him.

"Like...Ugh!" I growled with aggravation as my gaze slipped and before I could even try to stop myself I was already staring right back into his glimmering eyes, noticing that openly tender look he kept giving me.

"Dude, I'm trying to focus in here! Come on!" I whined, lightly pushing at his chest.

"I'm sorry but I can't. I can't stop it," He simply said with a dimpled smile, his head tilting.

"I can't help myself. You're too fucking beautiful, and sexy and incredibly adorable when you make that face,"

My lips parted open, feeling my cheeks heating up for the hundredth time that day, yet I refused to let myself get affected too much by his words. So instead I narrowed my gaze at him, taking a small cushion from the couch and hitting him with it a few times.

He easily blocked or dodged every oncoming blow, laughing like a maniac as I kept trying to get a good shot at him for a few times more until I finally gave up with a frustrated grunt.

"You're so fucking-" I tried to shove him away again, pressing my palm against the middle of his chest as he kept laughing, barely managing to do anything when his hand suddenly wrapped around my wrist and pulled me down with him.

I let out a startled squeal as I had no way of stopping myself from falling on top of him as he went down on his back, my hands planting themselves on the couch either side of his torso as I fortunately managed to stop myself from colliding with his chest at the very last moment.

Angrily blowing away a few rebel strands from my face, I sat up and threw him the nastiest glower I could muster, about to throw some ugly profanities too when a sudden and completely unexpected torrent of sensations flooded my body, forcing a strangled and loud gasp past my throat.

Reality evaded me as I could feel myself becoming weightless, surrounded by darkness and completely lost for a single second before I found myself browsing through a memory that never even happened.

I could see ourselves completely bare, bathed in the warm and natural glow of soft sunlight as I sat in his arms, his lips sensually trailing over my skin...

I could hear his heavy breathing, caressing the shell of my ear as he held me in his hot embrace, my lips escaping pleased sighs and tiny mewls as he gently guided me up and down, feeling his hard and velvety member slip in and out of me at a slow pace, making me feel so incredibly good...

My throat tingled, realizing I'd just let out a small mewl as my eyes opened, finding myself thrown back into reality as I looked up at Nathan, surprised to notice that I was no longer sitting on top of him but rather underneath him, safely cradled in his arms as he gazed at me with worry.

I audibly swallowed, pushing myself away from him as fast as possible, still so shook as I sat on the back of my legs at a relatively safe distance, eyes wide as I stared back at him.

Oh my god...What...the fuck was that...

Why did I see that?

Was he the one imagining all those things?