Opaque

Chapter 1

Lana's Point of View
North Carolina
                                      October 5th

"Goodnight!" I say to my mom as I walk to my room, yawning. It is 11:04 pm, way too late. I start  changing into my comfortable pjs. I put away my clothes for today into the hamper. I look into my mirror taking off my makeup with the makeup wipes;  olive skin foundation, concealer, highlighter, eyebrows liner fill in, mascara, and red lipstick. I look back at myself; 23, slightly overweight, curvy, being called beautiful too many times. Dark long brown hair, olive skin, full lips, big brown eyes, chubby cheekbones, two dimples in my both cheeks. I hum happily as I look over at my face and body in the long mirror.

I plop on my silk red bed, lying down and daydreaming of my fantasy boyfriend. Brown-haired with sky blue eyes, lean with muscles, V-shaped body and the outline of his penis on his jeans...

Once I stopped daydreaming of him, I got up to turn off the light switch, I lied down on my bed again, the darkness sweeps over my eyes, I start thinking about the church tomorrow morning but I'm so exhausted. I might skip the church tomorrow and go shopping with my best friend, Avaline Delacroix. Ava might be mad at me for skipping the church, I'm not just in the mood for the church. I start to get sleepy. So I dreamt.

I was dreaming of the darkness all around me, I wasn't scared of the darkness, I feel so hollow and calm. I'm so comfortable in the darkness which it is very rare for me, I always get scared of the darkness. I had the flashbacks of me getting locked in the bathroom by my oldest cousin, screaming because I want to get out of the darkness.

Then, I see a tall man with black hair sweeping over his an ancient Roman mask standing a few steps away from my bed. He is wearing his black turtleneck sweater, dark jeans, no shoes. No shoes? I nearly ask him but I did not. He is imposing with his most sculptured huge body with the abs I ever have seen. I see his 5 old clock shadow on the most perfect jawline with his full lips. I should be afraid of him, but I was not. I was calm and waiting for him to make the first move. He silently looks up and down and smirks. "Lana..." His deep velvet like dark chocolate voice rings out. "You are only mine."

I shiver at the mention of my name, my body was burning of the dark desires I never had before. I had never seen this man before, but Jesus... "Yes," I say in my dream. "I'm your." He makes the first move, one step towards my bed. Another, another, one more step. He slides into my bed like a thief easily slides into the bank vault. He was staring at me with pale beige with the golden sun designs mask. I can see his dark eyes intensely holding back his own form of his emotions. A flash of his emotion. What was it?

His hands tenderly touch my left cheek, his fingers trailing down to my lips. His hot thumb touches my bottom lips, other fingers holding my chin up to face him. His hot sweet breath mingled with spearmint, exhaling on me.

He edges closer to me, finally kissing me.

He is deepening the kiss, his tongue and mine mingling softly and slowly increasing into the hottest make out for 15 minutes. I am now aroused by him. His fingers now laced with my hair, tugging my hair lightly. "Ughhh... Lana..." He says, struggling with something, "F-fuck..." He moves his hands where my hard nipples are, his wet saliva touches my left nipple. His fingers pinched my right breast, I moan loudly as I lace my hands through his dark hair. He keeps on doing this for 10 minutes, drawing out my orgasm.

He suddenly moves too fast, he kisses me really hard, his tongue touching my tongue hard and swirling, and his teeth accidentally gnash on my tongue but I realized he is doing this on purpose, his teeth slowly gnashing on me, his tongue ducking behind his teeth. He comes back to deep French kissing me. He bites my bottom lip, he pulls back slowly to look at me with his mask. Is his mask still on? "Who are you?" I shiver as I stare into his dark eyes. "I want to know." "I am your secret admirer." His voice rings out softly as he holds my cheeks. "If you want to know, you have to keep this a secret."