The Mask Of The Monster - Chapter 82

(From Ella’s Perspective)

I widened my stare at him, too shocked and surprised to say anything. Did he know how much his words meant to me, how much my heart leaped up with a sudden feeling of protection when he said that he did not want to lose me?

“Don’t think too much, little one. Sleep now,” he said and kissed me on the forehead before he went to his side on the bed.

I sighed. My mind was filled with mixed thoughts. As much as I wanted him, I also wanted to be sure first.

He had already fallen asleep with his arm around my waist. I could not believe I was being this close to a man without hesitation and any thought of security. But I knew I was doing nothing wrong. He was worthy of my trust with my life.

“You talk in your sleep, do you know that?” he suddenly said, making me realize that he had not fallen asleep yet.

“I do?” I asked. I did not know about it. I should not either. I had always slept alone in my room. There was no way anyone could hear my sleep talking and tell me about it.

“Yeah, you do. And it’s… I don’t mind it though. It’s kind of cute.”

I blushed and lay on my side so my back was against him, his arm tightened around my waist as he pulled me closer to him.

“Don’t fight,” he said into my ear, but little did he know, I was not planning to fight either. It always felt good to have him close like a shield of protection that I had never felt before.

It did not take long for me to fall asleep, knowing perfectly that I would be protected no matter what. My family could not give me the protection that I needed, but I got protection from a man I met only a few days ago, the man who was slowly making his way deeper into my heart.

“Stay still,” he whispered into my ear.

I was on his lap, holding him by his shoulders as his lips trailed down my throat. I noticed that I was wearing nothing but my bra and panty. His fingers trailed down the straps and I gasped, feeling butterflies in my stomach.

“Should I go further, little Ella?” he asked huskily.

“Y-Yes.”

He unhooked the bra and at inhuman speed, he tossed it aside, leaving me completely naked from above. My breasts got into full view in front of him and he smirked. His hand cupped my left breast as his lips slowly made their way to the right one.

The moment his lips touched the bud, I gasped, feeling shy, nervous, excited, and embarrassed at the same time. There were no partitions between his lips and my nipple anymore as he sucked them.

I jerked awake, my heart racing in my chest, while I tried to figure out what was happening, who I was. After a moment or so, I realized it was a dream, a very embarrassing one indeed. I could not believe I would dream of something like this.

And it was not the worst thing… To my shock, I found him looking at me with a curious look on his face. Did he know what I dreamt about? How could he know that? There was no possibility of him knowing that… Or was there?

“Now I’m really interested in hearing what you dreamt about that made you moan,” he said.

I felt my cheeks heating up as I tried to act innocent. “What are you talking about? I’m just… I was…”

“In front of me, you’re always a terrible liar,” he said knowingly and I could not even dare to disagree.

“I’m…”

“You said you won’t lie to me.”

“It’s embarrassing,” I muttered desperately. “You don’t want to know.”

“Was that me in your dream?” he asked.

I nodded, hoping he would not ask for details now. I could not understand why I could not lie to him. Was it because I promised that I would not lie? It was true that I had never made such a promise to someone else, but I never thought I would even dare not to lie about these kinds of things either.

“Were we doing something very intimate?”

I nodded again. It was like my head was giving nods on its own even if I did not want to. I could not even bring myself to look at him. How embarrassing!

“Tell me what we were doing,” he demanded.

“It’s embarrassing!”

“You promised me you’ll always tell me the truth.”

“You… I can’t. It’s so…”

“I’m waiting,” he said calmly.

“Well, I was on your lap…”

“Then?”

“Please, Leandro.”

“Come on. Tell me.”

“You were doing what you were doing last night in the pub.”

“I was sucking your nipple?” he asked so normally that I could not help but look at him in shock.

I nodded, even though I could not stop blushing. “From over your bra?” he asked.

“N-No.”

“I took it off or did I rip it off?”

“You… took it off,” I mumbled.

“And then I sucked your nipple?”

“Don’t talk like that.”

“Did I start sucking your nipple right away I took it off?”

“I told you a lot of things. Don’t ask me anymore,” I said. “It’s morning already. I need to get ready. I’ll just…”

“Tell me first,” he said in a demanding tone, holding my hand as I tried to get down the bed.

“Yes,” I said.

“You mean I didn’t devour the sight first?”

“What kind of sight is that to devour? They are just breasts, not something historical or beautiful.”

“Then there’s something definitely wrong with your dream.”

“I know, right? I’ll just go then, there’s no…”

“Not yet, little Ella,” he said, pulling me on his lap so quickly that I could not get hold of what was happening. “I want to correct the dream and make it better.”

His voice was husky and seductive, just like the way I dreamt. Was he truly going to do it? I knew if I said no, he would stop. But…

I was not going to say no.

I was wearing his shirt only. I had taken a liking to wearing his shirts a lot. Every time I wore his shirt, I would get filled with his masculine coffee-like scent and it would make me feel like he was hugging me with his powerful aura surrounding us like a cape of binding.

“Don’t worry. We’ll just correct the dream only. I will wait for your yes for the main thing,” he whispered into my ear.

He pressed his lips on mine and I leaned into him, holding his hair tightly as his lips drove me to a new realm. I had always disliked morning breaths of people, but he did not smell at all which I was grateful about. Or it would be truly embarrassing. But what if…

I pushed him by the chest. He stopped, being a bit surprised. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Do… Do I smell? My mouth… It’s morning,” I mumbled.

He chuckled. “No, little Ella. You don’t smell. The taste I found there, I can taste it all my life without getting bored,” he said and claimed my lips again. I relaxed, being assured, trying to match the rhythm of our lips.

“Mm…”

A moan escaped my mouth only to be swallowed by him. He did not make a single noise as he kissed me. I wondered if he did not like it at all. I read that men made grunting noises while making out, let it be a kiss or just touch. But he did not make any…

The thought of him not liking it made me sad for some reason. But if he did not like it, then why did he always want to kiss me, to touch me? Should I ask him? Would it make me look like a pervert? I did not care anymore. I needed to know if he liked it or not.

The moment he pulled away from the kiss, he did not waste any time kissing my jawline. “You don’t like it,” I muttered.

“What?” he asked, his lips still against my jaw, but not moving anymore.

“You don’t like kissing me.”

“Who said I don’t like it?” he asked, almost angrily.

“You… You don’t make any sound. Men make sounds while kissing. Not too much, but at least a bit. But you’re not…”

He laughed, the anger going away suddenly, and pecked on my lips. “It’s because I don’t want you to feel like I need something more right away,” he said. “And besides, when the right time will come, you’ll hear the sounds I’ll make, precisely saying- the sounds you’ll make me make. Don’t ever say I don’t like it. I enjoy nothing more than kissing you, my Ella.. It doesn’t matter if I make a sound or not, kissing you is like a forbidden pleasure to me that I can’t get enough of.”