Chapter 15 - Under Martin's Love Spell

Lost in their own world, they shared the same breath while their lips are deeply pressing into each other. Both of Martin's hands landed on the long silky neck of Amelia. Without hesitations, Amelia's tongue pressed between Martin's parted lips, and begin to lick every part of Martin's tongue, conquering and dominating the deepest of his whole mouth.

Plunged into Amelia's slippery neck, his breath dispels a powerful scent inviting Amelia's tongue to crave more of his passionate kisses. His werewolf fangs slightly glide at every part of her mouth. He tries to peek a bit to see her expression but her hands pull his cardigan off and threw it on the floor. His hands begin to run through her hair, down to her neck, and down to her waist. His warm hands slide inside her shirt and felt the coldness of her skin. His nervous palm sensed her smooth skin and thin side curves. 

While their bodies obliged them to rise, Martin had the opportunity to take off Amelia's sweater. He lifts her round-neck white shirt into half, lowered his body and his mouth grasped Amelia's skinny side waist which made her groan hard, "Aaaahhh... Who... who are you giving me this kind of pleasure?"

Martin's both hands grabbed Amelia's waist and pushed her body gently into the kitchen counter facing the wide glass window. His height does not match Amelia's petite physique and so this strong werewolf gently slides his huge hands to her waist, lifts her, and allowed her to be seated above the counter. He positioned her making her legs wrapped around his waist while they continuously shared passionate kisses, heavy breaths, and sweat.

While Amelia manages to place her bump over the kitchen counter, her hands are all over Martin's luscious hair. Her head is now higher than him, this allows him to sail his tongue onto her neck, down to her chest. His lips touch her right arm and her left is inviting his hand to move seductively.

Amelia can see Martin's actions and she slowly closes her eyes while she felt her every hair raising as he glides his hands in every part of her arms and legs. Martin cannot be stopped. For hundreds of years, he longed to share this intense intimate feeling with someone. Amelia has been practicing abstinence for the past four years after her break from his ex-lover Dave and this lustful feeling cannot be prevented.

But after minutes of kissing her passionately, Martin suddenly stopped his lips from laying onto Amelia's sweaty skin and looked at her. This gives her the signal to slowly open her eyes, then in his low-pitched voice he uttered, " What took you so long? I've been wanting for this moment to happen. I thought I will leave this Earth without even knowing you. You are the woman in my dreams, I knew, I felt it from the moment that you entered my den. With no hesitations but with nervous  I know it was you."

Amelia squeezed her eyes and flickered a captivating smile, she lowered her head and placed her hand into Martins's hair, touching every edge of his face, and replied in a hypnotic tone, "I have once dreamed about a guy, as tall as you, as handsome as you. As..."

And before Amelia could continue her words, Martin expresses a half-smile and run his fingers through the edge of her face, "This ivory skin of yours has been lingering through my dreams for so long I can't remember. Ugh! I'm sorry for interrupting..." He then releases his most attractive smile encouraging her to speak and reveal her words.

Amelia got the hint from Martin's mesmerizing eyes and continues while touching his shoulders down to his arms and fingers, " This broad shoulder of yours, this huge muscles, your deep brown skin- tone, your husky voice, and these veined fingers were all in my dream. I too, do not understand this feeling but the moment that your eyes meet mine, it's as if you are the person that I have been waiting for a very long time."

Martin closes his eyes for a second, bowed his head, and straightened his eyes to Amelia, "Then let's make this moment memorable for us, my love. This is not a fantasy anymore, the earth has given us the chance to make our hearts meet for the first time and unite our spirits with love. A human-like you are a gift in my lifetime."

"A human? Like me? Haha! What do you mean? "Amelia furrowed her forehead with a silly tone in her voice, the air surrounding her turned bizarre from the warmth she felt from the beginning.

Martin's heart was stunned a bit but did not lose his focal point to uncover his pure intentions to her woman, "No, I mean, this is the first time that my fingers laid on a woman's face, this is the first time my lips have touched someone's lips. Forgive me for giving you hesitations and uncertainties. I did not mean to..."

Amelia stopped Martin's confessions, her lips reached his cheeks and slide her kiss into his lips, passionately, deeply, and sincerely, "I can see how lucky I am to be your first kiss", she whispered while they continue to share this addictive kiss that they knew they would be craving over and over again, their meeting is a remarkable event in their lives.

 Martin's enormous arm lifts Amelia's body as they continue to share intense kisses and heavy breathing with each other. His steps lead him to the full-glass living room where climber plants are hanging in every corner. He lays her back on the 4-seater brown leather couch in the living room and she gives in to his desire to lay on top of her.

The kissing never stops, but whenever Amelia feels that she needs to grasp some air, she lifts her lips from his and compliments him, and flashes a teasing smile, "I love your shirt, blue? This is my fave."

"Well my love, when you are feeling blue, I'm just here for you, I'll ease your sadness and kiss you with all my badness." Martin flashes a lustful smile.

"Haha!" Amelia grabs his shirt and pulls it over closer to her body and her groan becomes louder dominating the entire house that even deaf crickets would hear.

Martin grabs Amelia's shirt and begins to undress her. He then pulls his blue shirt off and throws it to the center table. He pressed his lips into her chest down to her and turned Amelia to leave her upper torso in Martin's direction.

She never opens her eyes, her body dances into Martin's licks and kisses and this is making every vein in her body crazy.

"Amelia... Amelia...Are you okay?"

A seemingly familiar voice keeps on reaching her ears.

"Amelia, hey wake up! Wake up!" Gela taps Amelia's arm trying her best to wake her friend.

Amelia abruptly opened her eyes and felt her sweat flowing through her forehead down to the sides of her face, "Wait, what happened?" Her eyes ball anxiously.

Raya worriedly sits beside her, "You are dreaming! You are moaning and sobbing. You fell asleep after we had our lunch with the realtor. Are you okay?"

Amelia did not answer, her eyes in the direction of the house just across from where she is staying, "I thought..."

"Thought about what darling?" Raya interrupted giving Gela an odd look.

Amelia once again closes her eyes and lifts her body from the white suede couch where she is laying, "It was all a dream, I thought it's true because I felt it, I knew it's true."

"True about... What?" Can you tell us your dream?" The coldness of the room creeps out on Gela's spine. Her eyes nervously waiting for Amelia's story.

Raya stood up from the white wooden chair, grabs her coffee, and inhibits Amelia from telling her dream, "Don't mind it dear, it's just a dream. Dreams are nonsense, they just make you feel skeptical over things. It's natural but it will just give you something to worry about. Amelia, you should focus on the real thing, and that is whether to buy this house or not because I think..."

Gela once again interrupts expressing a low-tone and weary voice, "Raya, don't you think we should be honest with her? We are her friends, we should be the ones to tell her what happened, why do we have to hide this from her?"

Bothered by the arguing of her two friends, Amelia's head shakes a bit and her eyes flicker certainly, "So are you telling me that I was not dreaming at all? I knew it. I felt it. I felt him."

"HIM?!" Raya and Gela raised their voices and can't believe what they heard.

"What do you mean you felt IT? And who's HIM?" Raya eagerly asks.

Amelia begins to confess while she turns her back looking at the mansion across their house, "We made love."