"Mistress, Cassen was drugged now he is in his room." An alarming voice was heard.
In hurried footsteps she was at his door.
The woman was beautiful, with long red hair that cascaded her back in shimmering waves.
Her eyes were a deep shade of red, their gaze intense and striking. Her face were flawless like a fine porcelain.
As she stood there she commanded power.
She opened the door to find him on the huge pink bed.
His face was flushed, his breath coming in ragged gasp.
Just like her his eyes were red. When he saw her,their wife, standing at his room door he inhaled sharply.
"I thought you won't come." The words rolled of from his tongue, heavy and unsettling.
His voice raspy and husky. While tugging his clothes.
"Why shouldn't I come?" she asked back while her voice and face betrayed any emotion.
"Well you see am drugged," he persisted in a mumbling tone, " I drunk a drugged juice at Ava's party, I did not know she could play low like tha."
She stared at him silently, no thoughts could be seen behind those red eyes and at last she moved to his side.
"I burn Cassen." her eyes narrowed as they gazed at the man innocent form.
He was so innocent,
So alluring,
So handsome,
So hers.
As the thought passed in her mind she she saw a hickey on his collarbone.
The brandindg,
Not hers.
She snapped.
"Who did this?" She demanded, her face showing emotions for the first time since she entered.
Rage,
Possessiveness.
Something terrifying threatening to unleash.
Her strings broke.
Gone was the self restraint.
'How dare they touch what's mine.' she fumed inwardly.
Mine! The word sounding feral.
She had been trying to run away from her own emotions.
The way her eyes always trailed him, they lingerd on those plump lips of his.
She sometimes felt envious of his clothes how they hugged his rugged figure.
She ignored it sometimes scolding her heart to do in it's own work of plumpy blood.
And now that idiot who calls herself the child of fate dares to touch him.
She cradled his face, their bodies and skin in close proximity.
"Ava…"
She claimed his lips with hunger and ferocity like a starving animal. The kiss was possessive, her toungue delving deep into his mouth.
As she explored his mouth with her tongue, Cassen moaned and his gasps became hypnotic sirens, drawing her deeper in to the abyss of passion.
Their clothes were already removed. Cassen circled his hands around her waist while claiming one nipple into his mouth while one of his fox tail kneaded and pinched the other sending wavesif ecstasy crashing through her senses.
Two if his tails parted her legs, positioning her core against his cock as he began to grind onto her with increasing intensity.
"Mistress should I ride you?" Cassen's voice was heard in a murmer, his eyes burning with uncontrolled desire.
"Oh God Cass, just do it already I can't wait." The red haired woman moaned louder.
Her body jolted when his his engorged cock brushed against her clit sending waves of pleasure.
"At your command mistress." He slammed into her wet vaginal folds.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
The phone rang loudly echoing in the silent bedroom. When the sound reached the sleeping person ears she groggily woke up untangling herself in sheets.
Her eyes slowly flutterd open, revealing red blood colour urises from within. The dim morning light fiterd through her window.
Her body was feeling heavy and uncooperative. As she stretched, letting her muscle warmed.
She sat up, still feeling the sensation of her erotic dream.
"That was so intense." She exclaimed loudly. She could still feel her core dripping.
She unlocked her phone, she was still logged in on webnovel showing the end of her recent novel 'claiming the villainess beast husbans".
It was a book she had been ignoring for half a year but sometimes it will insert itself between her reads so she decided to give it a go.
What made her read it even the second arc was not because of the protagonist, it was because of the villainess.
Her heart went all out for the villainess who was never given a chance of life in all arcs.
The second reason is that the villainess has her name and she feels drawn on to her.
She feels like she experienced it maybe in the past or the future but what she knows it is not in the present.
Since she started reading the book she had been experiencing those erotic dreams but this time they are vivid.
Chloe can not call herself innocent because she is not.
She has never done sex in her twenty two years of her life but the idea itself, maybe watching it inside her bedroom in darkness or there in her sitting room wrapped in blanket completely.
She has always been dark, browsing different kind of R20 on her laptop, you know it, name it. She always feel alive.