Bound: Toxic Love (Book 2)

Chapter XIII

So, I got asked a lot to put up a pic of Lana, and this is the closest one I could find to how I imagine her in my head.. I'll definitely be putting up more in the future. I thought that I should leave you guys create your own image of her, and I'm sure you already have, but since I got a lot of requests, here it is :)

  Also, credit for the pic goes to @morphy_me (IG). It's really creative and I'm glad I found the page cause morphed pics seem to match some characters better.

  Enjoy!

Not edited btw.

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Christian's POV

That night.. That night I saw a different side of Lana. A daring side of desire in both of us.. There were no words to describe what I felt for her that night. Intense, passionate and breathtaking. She drove me mad and lost at the same time. With her eyes closed, her lips parted.. It was a picture I never wanted to forget. When her eyes looked at me, they were flickering with that fire and feist of spirit. It caused that power of addiction in my chest, and I didn't want to let go.

Her voice in my ears, her whispers and desires drove me wilder than ever. Her body was carved in the most perfect way, with soft lines, curves on the side of her hips, dips at her waist and silky skin that made me want to worship every inch of her. It was mind-blowing seeing her so vulnerable and pure, with nothing but raw passion and lust.. She had me on the edge the whole night, and the sound of her rapid heartbeat in my ears, the symphony of her moans, panting, whispers, it drove me insane.

Now, I watched her sit there on the bed, basically on her knees, as she partially swung her legs on the side.. I got used to her voice, to her fast talking, spitfire and attitude.. But now she just sat there, wearing one of my shirts, way to big for her by the way, and playing with the edge of the sheet as she kept talking, laughing, smiling, frowning.. It was interesting to watch her, and I spent the whole night doing exactly that.

I thought she would be exhausted, she would want to sleep, but perhaps the place didn't hold her. I couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm and the way she told her story.. How something sparked in her eyes when she laughed about her family, then got all quiet when the subject came around her father. Then she would say my name, questionably until I answered with a 'Yes?', and ask me questions that I gladly answered..

She was a Morpher, I knew that, but dear God, the sound of her voice intoxicated me, and whenever I got close to her, her smell completely flooded my senses. Unbelievable how the fire in her eyes, the life in her filled a part of me I never knew I would feel again.. I could get used to it. I've had partnerships with many werewolves, and she was quite the interesting one to pick. The thing was, after the sex we had, I don't think it would be easy to forget it quite like that.

She stood up, my shirt barely covering her ass, but she was the kind that didn't care, the kind that would make you take your clothes off too if she felt like it, and give herself completely if she felt like it.. Now, the view of her walking towards the table to get two glasses made me go silent, and the things she unconsciously did muted every sound around me. She made me want to cherish her, have her, fuck her, protect her, all at the same time. A dare devil, and she wasn't even aware of it.

Her hair was loose and almost reaching her spine.. She would simply flip it from side to side, letting a few stands fall over her face, then put it behind her ears to look at me better. It swung as she walked towards the little counter to get the drinks, and while leaning towards the bottle, the shirt lifted just enough to uncover her perfect round ass lined with that little pair of black panties.. I'm surprised I didn't rip them before. I just fucking hoped she would sit down soon enough, cause if she didn't, we would spent the whole day in my room.