Adolph
At night time...
The room was drowning in moonlight, silver illuminating the deep navy walls, glinting off the chandelier's crystals, painting everything in shadows. Everything here screamed elegance-soft velvet, silk sheets, furniture that reeked of wealth. But none of it compared to the real luxury before me.
Neti.
Lying there, curled up in the massive bed, lost in sleep, completely unaware that she had a visitor.
My eyes trailed over her lazily, drinking her in. So soft. So warm. So unaware.
The sheets had slid slightly off her, revealing bare legs curled up beneath her. Her black shirt had slipped off one shoulder, teasing me with smooth, untouched skin. Her lips were parted slightly, her chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm, her damp hair splayed against the pillow. Fresh out of the shower. She smelled like warm vanilla and jasmine-like something I wanted to ruin.
I exhaled slowly, running my tongue across my teeth.
I should leave.
But I wouldn't.
Instead, I reached out, running my fingers along the edge of the silk sheets that barely covered her. My touch ghosted up her arm, barely there, but enough. Enough to make her shiver in her sleep.
Perfect.
I smirked, dipping down closer, my breath now fanning over the shell of her ear.
"Dormiendo tan tranquila... cuando sabes que el lobo está en la habitación," I murmured, my voice dark, teasing.
(Sleeping so peacefully... when you know the wolf is in the room.)
A soft sigh left her lips, her brows twitching slightly, but she didn't wake.
Not yet.
I sat on the edge of the bed, lifting a loose strand of her damp hair between my fingers, twisting it slowly, feeling the silkiness of it. My other hand found the exposed skin of her shoulder, my fingertips trailing down, brushing over her collarbone, tracing lazily... lower...
Her breath hitched.
She didn't wake.
But she reacted.
A dark chuckle rumbled in my chest.
"Even in sleep, you crave my touch, mi princesa.
I leaned in, my lips grazing the bare skin of her shoulder. Just a whisper of a touch. A tease.
She shifted.
Not away.
Closer.
Her body instinctively gravitated toward warmth. Toward me.
Oh, Neti... you make this too easy.
I dipped lower, letting my lips brush over her shoulder again, slower this time. My hand slid beneath the sheet, fingers grazing her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my palm.
Another shiver wracked through her. Her fingers twitched slightly against the sheets, her body stirring.
Wake up for me, princesa.
And then-her breathing changed.
A small inhale. A shift of her lashes. The tiniest tensing of her body.
She was awake.
But she hadn't realized it yet.
I smirked against her shoulder, letting my teeth graze her skin this time, just barely.
And then-she tensed.
A sharp intake of breath. Her body went stiff beneath me, and then-those dark eyes snapped open.
Confused. Sleepy. And then-furious.
"¿Qué demonios estás haciendo aqu�" she whispered, her voice rough with sleep, but still sharp enough to cut.
(What the hell are you doing here?)
I hummed, dragging my lips to the shell of her ear. "Cuidando de lo que es mÃo."
(Taking care of what's mine.)
She inhaled sharply, shifting away from me, but my hand tightened at her waist, keeping her in place.
Her breath was uneven now, her pulse racing beneath my fingers.
I dragged my nose along her jaw, my lips hovering right over the sensitive spot beneath her ear. "You smell too sweet for someone who claims to hate me."
Her fingers curled into the sheets, knuckles white. "I do hate you."
I chuckled, dark and low. "Then why are you trembling?"
Silence.
A war in her eyes.
My tongue darted out, tracing just the tiniest bit along the skin of her throat, slow, deliberate.
She shuddered.
And then-she shoved at my chest.
I let her. Barely moving.
I pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, my smirk dark, full of victory.
She was breathless.
She hated me.
And yet, her body betrayed her.
I let my thumb brush over her lips, feeling how soft, how warm they were.
"Go back to sleep, princesa," I murmured, voice like silk. "Dream of me."
And with that, I pushed off the bed and walked away-leaving her panting, furious, and wanting.
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