Chapter 3

Freya Rose

I managed to calm myself back down and relaxed into his embrace. I had no idea why he sniffed me like that, but it had always been one of his weird little quirks. My stomach flipped and fluttered with butterflies when he let out a deep and throaty growl. It was such a turn on for me and he damn well knew it.

“You smell so good baby,” he purred into my ear.

He kissed my neck ever so gently, which in turn made my legs turn to jelly.

“Mmm,” I moaned as he placed more warm and breathy kisses down my neck, while holding onto my shoulders so that I couldn't move.

He spun me around to face him, sending an icy-cold shiver down my spine. A wave of Deja vu washed over me for the second time, but again, I ignored it and pushed it aside. It wasn't unusual for me to feel like I'd seen or felt stuff before, and it had been happening a lot more lately. I guess it started around the same time as the nightmares, almost two years ago.

I positioned my hands onto his muscular chest to steady myself. His solid body felt amazing under my fingers and I could feel my face heating up as lust took over my body. In front of me stood the hottest guy I had ever seen in my life. He was a lot taller than me. I was only five-foot-four and he was around six-foot-two. He had a muscular build that you could see even under his clothes. And damn I could definitely feel the muscles under his shirt.

I exhaled while I tried my best to compose myself. He had the most amazing deep blue eyes. They were like the darkest part of the Pacific Ocean. His hair was messy and dirty blond. It floated around his perfectly chiselled face. His stubble was nicely groomed, but not too much, so he still had that, I woke up like this, look.

I gazed into his beautiful eyes while seductively sweeping my hands up and over his chest, finally resting them around his neck. I licked my lower lip, then bit it slightly. He watched my lips intently while his hands moved down my waist and underneath my towel. He grabbed my ass with both hands pulling me up towards him. I gasped when he let out another sexy little growl. Hearing it sent tingles dancing around my body. I swung my legs around his waist, and he spun around, skilfully closing the door with his foot.

He slammed me down onto my dressing table, sending my stuff flying everywhere, but I couldn't have cared less. I pulled his face down and smashed my lips onto his. He groaned when my tongue pushed its way into his mouth. He kissed me back harder, making me let out a sweet little moan of my own. It drove him crazy, so he picked me back up and carried me effortlessly over to my bed. All the while not once taking his lips off of mine.

He dropped me down onto the bed and I giggled as I bounced around. I waited on the bed as still as possible, in excited anticipation of what was coming next. I gazed up at him standing there in front of me.

This guy is so damn perfect, every single inch of him looks like it's just been sculpted by the Gods themselves, I thought to myself.

“God damn, you're hot,” I whispered to him in a sexy voice.

With a smirk on his face, he bent over me, grabbing the knot of the towel. I raised my hands up and cupped my breasts, as I tried desperately to hold the towel flat against my chest.

“No, we can't. My mom's downstairs!”

Completely ignoring my concern, he whispered into my ear in a husky voice, “Well, we best be quiet then, huh?”

My eyes grew wide as a cheeky grin spread across his face.

I watched with excitement as he stood back up and then with a deep chuckle, he swiftly ripped my towel open. I quickly tried to grip the towel tighter against my chest, but I didn't stand a chance. He was way too strong and fast for me, and within seconds the towel was no longer covering my chest. My hands somehow were now clasping onto my bare breasts.

He bent down and gently pulled my hands away from my body, exposing every inch of me. I blushed when his eyes moved away from mine and scanned all the way down my body and then back up again. He took his time and it seemed as though he was mentally mapping every single part of my naked flesh.

After two years together, how in the hell does he still find my body so fascinating?

Every time he looked at me, it was as if he was seeing me for the first time. He always made me feel like a Goddess that deserved to be worshipped, and that was another reason why I loved him so much. I could just tell that I was the only woman he would ever need or want.

Now it is time to remind him of that!

I glanced at him with a smile on my face as he placed his fingers on the outsides of my thighs, then slowly moved his hands up towards my hips. His fingers glided ever so gently across my skin, tickling me and sending shivers of pleasure through my body. His fingers then trailed up to my waist while he leaned in to kiss my neck, he then inhaled my scent again through his nose.

“Mmmm, you really do smell amazing baby,” he growled in that deep and sexy way that I loved.

I couldn't hold back anymore. This dude is just too damn good.

I lifted my head up so that my lips could meet his. He responded in perfect time and slipped his hand behind my hair. My head suddenly jolted back, and my body stiffened when his fingers glided across my skin invoking a sense of Deja vu, yet again.

He tightly gripped the back of my neck so that my head didn't fall backwards. He was just concerned for my safety, but his actions had the opposite intended effect. I startled, and my body automatically froze. I frantically tried to search his deep ocean blue eyes for help, but the eyes that were staring back at me were not his.

The eyes that glared back at me were as black as the night's sky, and seeing those jet-black pools sparked something deep inside my brain. Visions of the morning’s nightmare quickly flooded my mind and took over every sense that I had. I couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't speak, as it silently dragged me back into its deadly grasp.