MIA
My hands shook as I blinked multiple times, attempting to un-blur my vision, my eyes finally settling on a frantic looking Lorenzo, his hands cupping my cheeks.
"I-I saw her," I whispered, pulling away from my mate, standing up from the bed, backing myself into the corner of the room, my chest heaving.
"Mia, what do you mean you saw her?" Lorenzo asked, taking a few tentative steps towards me, holding his hands up defensively so as not to frighten me.
"In my head," I replied, gulping, confusion overwhelming me.
I must have sounded crazy, but I saw her. The images of her sobbing form filled my mind as she attempted to pull herself free from a large wooden stake her hands were bound to, her efforts futile.
Blood was smeared across the side of her face, dribbling down her neck and collecting in a small puddle beneath her, the crimson liquid glistening in the crisp winter sun.
It was her I had heard. She was the voice asking me to help.
Although her words were hard to make out and muffled, I quickly connected the dots, but I didn't understand why I was seeing visions of my own Mother being what seemed like tortured.
Was I that broken? Was I going insane? Had the alcohol caused some permanent damage to my brain?
It all seemed far too real to be my imagination, knowing even on my best day I was definitely not that creative.
"Mia, tell me what you saw," spoke Lorenzo, his voice quiet and slow, calming me, my heart rate soon returning to a somewhat normal pace.
"She was hurt and tied up near a cave," I mumbled, remembering how the ominous looking cavern next to her cast a dark shadow down the side of her body, appearing as if it would suck her in, eventually covering her head to toe in darkness.
"Okay," soothed my mate, grabbing my hands and tilting my chin up, offering me a comforting smile. "And what about the voices? Do you think they were her?"
I nodded, swallowing harshly, sighing as Lorenzo wrapped his arms underneath me, cupping my butt. He carried me over to the bed, placing me on the side where there was no food spillage.
"Do you want me to get Doctor Mac?" worried Lorenzo as he scooped my ruined breakfast back onto its plate, placing it on the bedside table.
I shook my head, taking in a deep inhale. I knew there was nothing Doctor Mac could do, and I put the situation down to stress and the ridiculous amount of alcohol I had consumed last night. My body wasn't used to it and I had pushed it way too far.
"Are you angry?" I peered through my lashes, watching as Lorenzo's eyes softened slightly, before he cleared his throat, his gaze settling on the wall behind my head.
"About last night? No," he replied, not giving me anytime to actually respond to his question, knowing what I meant. "I'm just worried."
I noticed how Lorenzo often slipped into his thick Italian accent when he was stressed or concerned, my attraction to him surging even more when he did so, causing me to blush.
"I didn't know I was going to get that drunk," I stated, embarrassed about my state last night, knowing I must have full on humiliated myself in front of everybody.
Would people look at me differently? When they found out who I was to Lorenzo, would they actually accept me? Or would they just remember me as the drunk mess from Natasha's birthday party- someone who clearly wasn't cut out to be a Luna?
"As much as I hate to admit it, amore mio, you are rather cute when you are out of control."
I blushed as Lorenzo took a step closer, crouching down in front of me, his knees clicking as he did so.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, dropping eye contact, dragging my bottom lip into my mouth.
"Don't apologise," he chuckled, running a hand down the back of his neck, something clearly on his mind. "Are you sure you don't want me to get Doctor Mac about the voices and what you saw? I don't want you stressed out."
I shook my head, releasing a deep breath. "I'm okay, I just want to forget it happened."
Although seeing graphic images of my Mother frightened me, the colours vibrant and vivid, I wanted to push them to the back of my mind.
For all I knew, she was dead and had been dead a long time, the scientists most likely killing her when I was taken. Although, I knew I would never actually find out what happened that night.
I wanted to focus on what was happening in the present, my mate being the only one who I knew could fully take me away from the insanity of my own mind, his mere presence diverting my train of thought.
After a few seconds, Lorenzo clicked his tongue, clearly unhappy with my statement, but he nodded, placing his hands on the top of my thighs, caressing then. "Let me know if you hear or see anything else, okay?"
I nodded, feeling content with the sensation of Lorenzo's skin touching mine, his warmth radiating off of him, causing my arousal to grow.
It scared me how I felt around him, noticing that I had been incredibly aroused by him recently, the urges getting stronger by the day. However, I wanted him to make the first move. I wasn't the brazen type.
I remembered most of last night, but it became a little fuzzy when I was taken upstairs to bed. Although, I couldn't forget how a sudden surge of confidence took over, and I practically flung myself at Lorenzo, eager for his touch.
However, it was best for both of us if I pretended I couldn't recall that part.
Lorenzo's eyes trailed up and down my body, and he swallowed loudly as he drew patterns on my thighs. It caused tingles to flare across my skin, a shiver running down my back.
When Lorenzo pulled away, I pouted, my legs feeling suddenly very bare and lonely, craving for his touch yet again.
He chuckled after noticing my distaste, eyeing me up intently, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "You want more?"
I nodded, sighing as he began to trace lines up and down my thighs yet again, a content smile making its way onto my face, causing Lorenzo to chuckle.
I was sure he could smell my arousal, the room probably stinking of it, the scent almost suffocating. My want for my mate was growing increasingly fast, causing me to blush.
If Lorenzo had noticed my beet-red complexion, he didn't say anything, his eyes turning darker as he cocked his head at me, watching my reaction to his touch intently.
I let out a small gasp as Lorenzo's fingers climbed a little higher than they had before, my legs subconsciously opening wider as he did so, causing him to raise a brow at me.
"Do you like that?" he questioned, his voice husky, and I nodded, my jogging bottoms suddenly becoming very aggravating, abruptly jealous that they got to feel the full extent of his touch, while I got more muted attention from underneath.
I leaned back on the bed slightly, using my arms to hold my weight while Lorenzo continued to massage my thighs, his gaze settled on the middle of my legs, his nostrils flared slightly.
"Touch me," I murmured before I could stop the words tumbling out of my mouth, my eyes widening at my boldness, sudden fear filling me at the thought of Lorenzo laughing in my face and rejecting my advance.
However, he didn't.
After a few more seconds, Lorenzo clearly waiting for me to say something else, he brought his hands to the waistband of my jogging bottoms, playing with them, giving me a chance to stop him before it went too far.
"Are you sure?" he asked, causing me to nod, chewing on the inside of my cheek in anticipation.
I attempted to steady my breathing, eager for Lorenzo to pull off my bottoms and touch me in places I had never been touched before. Through my lust-clouded brain, I watched as Lorenzo's hand disappeared within my joggers, gently tracing over my pink lace underwear, causing me to arch my back excitedly.
I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of my mate's fingers outlining my clit, gently caressing it over the fabric of my underwear. A quiet moan escaped my lips and he grumbled lowly in his chest in approval at my reaction.
I fisted the bed sheets as he rubbed me faster, my wetness soaking through my clean underwear.
In usual circumstances, I would have been mortified, but I couldn't focus on anything but the immense pleasure wracking through my body, causing me to bite at my bottom lip in an attempt to quieten my gasps and moans.
"You're so wet for me," Lorenzo whispered huskily, his voice almost sending me over the edge completely, his fingers working magic on my body, the feeling indescribable.
Suddenly, my breath hitched in my throat as I began to shake, and I could tell that I was about to come undone. I gripped Lorenzo's tattooed forearm tightly as he slowed down his pace, teasing me, a small smirk appearing on his face before he pulled my underwear to the side.
"Lorenzo," I gasped quietly.
He continued to rub me, the skin on skin contact causing me to moan loudly, my nails digging into his ink as I came undone under his hand, gasping loudly as pleasure coursed through my veins.
After a few more seconds, I pushed Lorenzo's hand away, my skin suddenly feeling far too sensitive after being touched so intensely, sweat droplets dribbling down the nape of my neck.
Lorenzo smiled at me, which I lazily returned as he leaned forwards to plant a lingering kiss on my forehead, patting my knees as he rose. "Let's get you some fresh underwear."
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