Warning: Mature/explit content. Sit back y'all, and get yourselves some snacks, cause this will be a looooongg chapter :*

  P.S. The song somewhat fits..? I'm not sure, you guys will decide after you read this chapter.  It's just one of my top 5 rn..

Enjoy!

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Lana's POV

I felt dizzy. Just the thought of what happened that night made me.. Weak. It was a tender moment that just couldn't seem to wait. Staring into his eyes made me feel like he was letting me read him for a few seconds before he kissed me. So quick and unfinished, it felt almost as if I was just able to take in a quick breath, and he pulled away, letting everything just stop. The breath cutting in my throat, the thoughts midway through my mind..

I felt like a little kid eager to have something that wasn't mine, and those whines and moans of complain almost escaped my lips when he pulled away. He started something that had me motionless, that brought pressure down my chest, faintness down my legs, tingles underneath my whole skin.. It was almost unreal. My mind went blank, and it seemed as if I had lost control over my own body. My instincts took over and I just wanted to get an answer. To see if the same thing would happen again.

It did. Not only the same, but stronger, more eager, as if every little sense of mine shook. Dear God, how it angered me.. I angered myself with what came through me, but how could I fight it? It was a moment of weakness, and I don't understand why he started it, but I was longing to finish it. I craved to feel the same thing he made me feel when he pressed his lips against mine for just a second, and like taking control over each atom of my body, I gave in. I gave it all..

A kiss so powerful that had my hands shaking after that, overwhelming me with emotions I didn't understand, and perhaps just wanted to shut down. It was just a simple movement of our lips, meaning nothing to both of us. It just meant shutting down this awful dark place that we called reality for only a few seconds, and letting myself go. It was a relief, a stone off my chest disappearing for some reason, and then having me lost in my own thoughts.

I walked inside, my legs barely able to keep me walking, but I managed to get up the stairs and in my room.. I left in silence with nothing else to say, because I didn't know what exactly.. I wasn't able to process what I did, and it was one of those times that your whole body would shake from some situation, and you would know it is damn wrong, but also feel angry with yourself that you couldn't regret it.

I sat on my bed for a few seconds, leaning on my elbows and covering half my face with my palms.. My sharp breath filled the room, and I couldn't get the picture of his eyes staring back at mine after the kiss.. He looked away then, so did I, and just left inside.. "God, Christian," I heard myself mumble, pushing my hair off my face, and closing my eyes for a few seconds..

The thing was, I didn't feel bad because I did what I did.. I just felt as if I had broken another one of my father's rules.. I felt as if I was betraying my whole family.. The fact that I loved it was what made me feel even more guilty. Even more lost. There was no one there to make me feel that way, to tell me how stupid and irresponsible it was, but I could hear my father's voice, his words, his disappointment..

It took a while, you know.. Processing it all. It's not like it meant anything to me, but growing up, I was taught to hate the ones that were the reason why ours didn't rule. I met vampires, fought them, killed them.. I met Christian, and.. I broke every vow that I met in just a few seconds.

I exhaled a sharp breath. I wasn't sure how long it had been, but I found myself laying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, and going through the situation over and over again.. See, I could've let it go. I could've told myself that it wasn't going to happen, ever again, and that I wasn't going to think about it, about how good it actually made me feel.. About how those few seconds caused relief in my chest other than chaos.. Stopped a war in my mind, and let me breathe again.

But I was done over thinking it.. It seemed as if hours had passed by, but when I glanced at my phone, I knew it was only one hour, and I thought I would let it go till then, but hey, there I was, unable to close my eyes, unable to think about anything else. Perhaps if it was someone else, someone that didn't represent an enemy, an opposition, I wouldn't think about it. But, at the same time, that was my father's choice in life, and I had no part in it.. Right?

Holding my phone as my arms hung from the bed, I felt it vibrate, and it was actually a text from Marco.

-Did you find what you were looking for?

I heard myself release a slow breath. No. There was nothing there.

-What were you looking for, Lana? He replayed almost right away.

It doesn't matter. All I found was a contract with Alexander. Do you know anything about it?

And well, now thinking about it, I opened the drawer and froze when I saw A.V. initials signed on a paper that I'm pretty sure was a contract, but of course, I didn't get the time to read it cause Christian heard something, and we had to get away, as fast and as far as possible.

-No. I'll call you if I find something out.

OK.

I left my phone on my bed, and jerked myself up. Was there at least a minute in my life where I didn't worry about something? A minute where I was surrounded by millions of problems? The whole reason why I was running away from home was that exact Vesnetsov, and after that, Christian asked me if everything was alright, but how was I supposed to explain something I didn't even get the chance to read?

Sitting up, I walked towards the door, and I wasn't even exactly sure where I was planning on going. I just wanted to get up because I could feel the pressure in my head from laying down, and felt like I was drowning in my own damn problems. Then, Marco reminded me of this other situation that, of course, I didn't have under control.. It all started with that night. The night I met Alexander.. But at the same time, Christian..

Walking towards the stairs, I realized Christian's door was slightly opened, and I don't think that anything really went thought my head, I just stopped, peeked, and then pushed the door open. I wasn't planning on going in his room, but I already left without saying a word, and I owed an explanation for that night..

We weren't in this house for long, so it was definitely my first time walking in his room.. It wasn't even similar to the one in the castle, because nothing was as classy as back there.. Walking in, the first thing I noticed was the gray dominating. White and gray in fact, and the whole room was designed in that modern-ish style, with a bed bigger than both of mine back at home, and dark wood floors instead of carpets.. The room I was staying in was in a similar style, but it was a guest room, and there was no creativity in it.

This one was pretty plain and cold itself, but it matched his personality perfectly. Across the door, after passing the whole room, instead of a wall there was glass windows that probably made the room really bright in the mornings, a view of almost the whole forest was spread underneath the balcony. However, the only thing that I focused on was him.

He was standing on the balcony with his back turned towards the door, a glass in his hand, and a complete concentration of the green picture before him. I stopped for a second, took in a slight breath, and went though my options in my head.. A part of me told me to walk back outside, to not even bother. But the other part.. It told me to go for it. I was the one that walked inside without a word, and also the one that kissed him after he backed away.. I could've left it on that, but no, there was something else that was going trough my head. Something that couldn't exactly be ignored.

My legs seemed to move on their own as I walked towards the terrace. I seemed to let it go for a few seconds, letting my mind rest, and only hoping that we both would leave it on that.. You know, not talk about. But what were the chances of that happening? Of course, that was Christian.. It couldn't have meant anything to him, as it shouldn't mean anything to me either. But it stopped the confusion inside me, the dread, the anger of the whole situation back in the lake house, and it had me motionless and breathing for a few seconds, before I ran off.

I walked slowly as I stepped on the balcony, and I knew he could hear me, but he seemed too focus on the view or whatever was going though his head to really care. It took me a few seconds to take in the sight.. I don't think I was very aware of the view that the balcony had, I just looked at him. The gray shirt he was wearing was tight enough to outline every sharp muscle on his back, then his arms. When he rose the glass of whiskey towards his mouth, every line and muscle on his arm flexed, and made it even more convincing how fit he actually was.

I released a slight breath, only to make sure not to scare him, and with putting my hands in the back pockets of my shorts I took a small step beside him. "I'm done." I wasn't sure why I started off exactly like that, but he was the only person that was now completely aware of my situation.. He understood.

I knew he glanced at me, but I kept my eyes on the sight before me. "You gave up?" His voice was once again so smooth, but deep and cold at the same time.. That effect that made me curious of its mysteriousness, but at the same time, soothed me in some way. I almost closed my eyes to take it in as the conversation from before flashed though my mind, but I just looked back at him, and faked a faint smile.

"No, I just decided not to torture myself with thinking about it.. I'll find a solution. Right?" I heard my voice slightly trail off as I spoke, but then his eyes slowly focused on mine, and I went completely quiet.

I looked away. "Well, I don't think you would like my kind of solution.." Right. Killing him.

"Yea, I considered it.. But then I would have a whole pack of angry werewolves on my back, and I don't think I want to deal with that quite yet." I heard a low chuckle escape him and it always seemed like a success when I made Christian laugh.. He was always way to serious. Turning around, I leaned on the balustrade turning my back on the views but facing him, and finally saw the concentration in his eyes while he started at the millions rows of trees underneath us. "Christian?"

I always called his name before I asked something, and I think we both got used to it, cause he always answered the same. "Yea?" His tone was filled with that same coldness as always and a real bit of interest.

"Why do you need that necklace?" He looked at me.. I didn't look away.. I mean, I was honest with him, right? He should too.

He simply took a few seconds, and I noticed how his eyes glanced from one feature to another on my face as if he was trying to read me. But he was quick till he took a sip from his whiskey and looked back in front of him. "To kill someone." Wow. As simple as that?

There was still a little whiskey left in his glass, so when I reached my hand to take it, he didn't seem surprised, he just let the glass go. I felt like I was getting used to having him around, and he didn't seem to have a problem with that. I took a sip, and looked up at him. "Is that the same person that made a chaos a few years ago." I repeated Amelia's words, and I wondered if it was true.. If this person, whoever he or she was, had a motive to want to destroy them.. I understood that he was eager to be the first one to do that.. It was his family that was in danger. I would want the same.

He glanced at me. "You could say that.." I must say, he figured it out quick enough not be surprised how I knew, but I'm glad that I knew some things Amelia told me.. I wasn't surprised when he told me the reason why he needed the necklace. I mean, it was something all of us were ready to do for our families. But, I couldn't focus on any subject when there was only one thing in my mind.. Only one intention why I came in his room.

"Look, um, I'm sorry about before.." I gulped slightly, not able to find words to continue. "I should't have left like that." Was that it? Was that why I came here? I couldn't seem to figure myself out that night, and it started getting out of hand.

He took a step forward, leaning his elbows on the  balustrade and looked back at me. His lips were slightly parted and his eyebrows raised as he looked up at me. "What else would you have done?"

"I don't know.." I shook my head slightly, turning around leaning the same way he did. I could feel his eyes still on me from the side, expecting an answer, but what was there to be said really? "I got scared." I found myself finally say through a slow breath, and when I looked back at him, I saw curiosity in his eyes no one could really explain. Perhaps he had the enchantment in those black pearls I could never understand, but got lost in so deeply each time our gazes met.

"Of what?" He continued after a second. I span the glass slightly, concentrating on how the liquid mixed more as I slowly shook it.

"Of making more mistakes.." I found myself mumble.. I didn't want to take the subject too far because I already saw what happens when I'm left talking to him too long, but I was already deep into this conversation, and once again, I didn't mind it. "In one night." I finally added, looking back at him, but it seemed like the second our eyes met, he looked in front of him. He tried escaping that moment of silence as much as I did.

"It's still dark.." He said almost right away, still staring into the endless forest before us, and the dark sky that seemed to be looming over us..

I took the last sip from his whiskey, and handed it to him. He had plenty of bourbon bottle all around the house.. "Yea." I said quickly as I straightened up, exhaling a sharp breath and running my fingers along the side of the metal balustrade. I knew he glanced at me for a second, but I was trying to stay focused on the little silver stars far away on the sky, and not on the thoughts that went though my head..

"You shouldn't be here then." I heard him say, causing me to look back at him, but he took his time enjoying the view and didn't bother looking at me.. It's not like he was wrong. I was the one flaming up the situation again, and maybe he just wanted to be left alone. Maybe he got mad because I left like that.. I nodded my head slightly, trapping my lower lip between my teeth in order to leave it on that.

A second passed.. Two. I wasn't sure what exactly I wanted out of this. I apologized, so I was done. Taking a small step backwards, I let my hand slide off the balustrade as I turned around to leave.. I don't think that after that night, my mind could process much at that point.. I was just glad that I was able to talk to him about what happened.. So after I drank the rest of his whiskey, I was on my way.

But the thing was, I don't think either of us wanted to end this conversation on that. Before I could walk inside, I heard his slight sharp breath and felt his hand wrap around my wrist in only a second. So fast that my heart skipped that hallow beat, making me lose my breath. It seemed so easy for him to turn me around, and no matter how sudden he was, I didn't feel shock nor surprise wash over me. I just felt tremors underneath my skin when I was turned around and looking at him.

There were no feelings there, love, or caring for either of us. I knew that. But dear God, there was something that night that had us both paralyzed whenever our eyes met, melting into each other, and feeling nothing but raw lust. It was that moment of weakness, that moment when he crossed that line before and made that little space between us disappear. Whatever barrier there was, he broke it, and now here we were back at the beginning.

Desires, cravings and lust that was far from visible, something we did to somehow put out that misery that crawled through us, and the honesty that we shared that night was what caused that vulnerability. At least for me. Hours before, in that fight, we were lethal, but in moments like this, around each other, we melt. And game over. I lost.

I lost the second he stopped me, turned me around, and without a single word kissed me. I lost when my brain stopped the second his lips met mine, and that same second, I continued something I knew I was breaking all my rules and vows for, but craved oh so strongly. It was as if every atom of my body missed this. This moment of truth where our minds spoke without words coming out, where our lips danced in movements we both didn't practice but knew so well.. I lost the second I realized that my body had already given in, and there was nothing that could fill my desires the way he did in that moment.

No pureness, no faith for anything after.. Just a movement of our bodies that meant nothing and everything at the same damn time. The same electricity down my skin, the same boiling in my veins, the same breathless moment as before. Faintness. That's all it was. My whole body going just weak underneath his touch. His hands on my waist held me in place and the warmness of his body against mine gave me the answer that I longed for since that second. The second he shut me up with a kiss like this. A sea of whiskey could not intoxicate me as much as just a drop of him did.

We both reached for air, and the second I breathed in, the second my eyes fluttered open, the world seemed to spin. My soul shook with the simple wish for him, and my body burned with each flame that his touch caused. It was that moment where he once again made me forget every little part of the chaos in my life, and replaced it with only one thought. Him.

Our lips still brushed when he managed with no effort to leave a faint kiss right on the side of my lips, then my jaw, as he got closer to my ear. "I didn't say leave." The simple rasp in his voice, the dark desire in that whisper caused the storm in me to fall silent.. I felt his hands wrap around both my wrists as my palms were resting against his chest, and push them away yet holding me with that same tightness in his grip, control in his moves that had me motionless.

With no effort and only a slight push, that gush of wind was heard and the ground beneath my feet disappeared for a second. My eyes closed in that quick beat, and soon I felt the wall behind me, making me realize that he guided us inside. I looked up at him just to see a pair of dark eyes staring back at mine. A terribly obvious emotion behind them of nothing but lust, and light that took my breath away. He held my hands not against the wall, but just nearly between us, almost as if he was making sure I was staying in place. But little did he know that even if I wanted to, I wasn't wasn't going anywhere after being terribly intoxicated with that kiss.

He leaned closer and there was a second where I felt his warm breath against my neck and my body seemed to just go weak.. My eyes closed when he left a quick wet kiss, then another, and another.. A moan threatened to escape my lips before I trapped my bottom lip between my teeth. My eyes slowly opened when he moved towards my face, when he looked at me only inches away, focusing on every feature of mine.. "Why are you biting your lips for?" I watched his lips move, and the second he said those words, I realized that in fact I was doing that exact thing. He was testing me, teasing me and playing me with each move and word he said.

And he knew exactly why I bit my lips. "That silence is killing me." He told me. And I knew he wanted to hear every moan of satisfaction his touch, his lips caused. It didn't take much for me to give in when he moved closer, and managed to break that with a simple kiss.. A hungry, demanding movement of our lips powerful enough to let him take what he wanted.. I heard myself let a soft moan against his lips, and the desire he heard in my voice seemed to satisfy him in every way, excite every inch of him. I could feel how hard he was against me, and if he continued with these games, I knew my legs would just simply give out..

Letting go of my wrists, he slid his fingers down my shirt, and just the second he broke the kiss and breathed in the air, his fingers worked delightfully quick. In one quick motion, my shirt was torn apart, leaving me in nothing but my bra and shorts.. With the tempo that we started, I don't think they would last long either. I found myself breathing in a sharp breath as my hands slid down his chest, and with just one step I managed to guide him on the side and push him on the bed.. I don't think that my brain functioned other then the fact that every part of my colorful mind screamed for more..

I began to strip down my shorts, and he seemed to take in every little inch of me as I climbed on the bed on top of him and let my body take over. Our lips connected in a quick kiss, just enough for me to pull on his shirt. His touch seemed to leave a mark of electricity as he slid his hands down my waist. He straightened up just enough for me to pull his shirt over his head, and in one swift motion unhooked my bra. Before I knew it, with that same speed as before, he had me turned around and on my back. When I looked at him, that famous smirk of his stretched his lips telling me that he was the one in control.

That was a night of many quick and brief moments.. Moments where my body registered perfectly, but my brain chose to ignore them, push away all the thoughts, making the pleasure greater. I was attracted to him with the kind of heady trance that left me lightheaded, and it was our bodies that spoke, not our feelings..

My eyes rolled closed when his lips once again connected with my neck, and feeling of his hands roaming all over my body left me completely breathless. Whenever he kissed me I tasted that sweet taste of whisky, and got reminded that this was only a brief moment of true desires.. I seemed so lost and overwhelmed that I was no longer aware of our actions.. My bra was gone, soon my panties, my skin burned, and like flashes of a old camera, I only came across a few realizations..

Our hands worked just like planned and soon there was only skin, deep breaths and long kisses that left us craving for more. It was a game that we played but oh he... He knew how to play so well. He had control over my whole body with no effort, whispered things that made my heart rapid in my chest, and left me whining for more..

When he pinned my hands right above my head and held them effortlessly with one of his, I felt completely exposed to him, and he took his time to explore every inch of me with his eyes, then his fingers, then his lips.. His lips moving just against my skin as he left a separate wet kiss on each spot from my lips, my neck, my chest, my breasts, my stomach.. I had never experienced such excitement, such tingles in my stomach, throughout my whole body.. But at the same time, I shut off like never before, and perhaps that's why I enjoyed it so much. No thoughts, no emotions, just sex.

His hands pulled me downwards, pushing my legs further apart as he got closer and closer between them.. When he left a few kisses down my thighs I felt like my heart had stopped. He teased and played every inch of me, and my body was starting to shake for him to give me a release.. And no matter how much he loved playing this game with me, no matter how much I wanted to win, he was already there.. Already winning.

"So fucking perfect," I remember hearing him say, before he brushed his fingers against my most intimate parts, at first uncomfortable, but feeling the excitement, the loss of breath that suddenly took over me, let me push all of that on the side and give into that pleasure. He touched, rubbed, kissed.. Oh God. My eyes rolled back, and my whole body arched. He knew every sweet spot on my body, and used it in a way that left me panting and whining for more.

So close. The strength of what was building was staggering. Mind-blowing. It felt as if my body was going to be blown to dust, atoms, when this hit. If he stopped, I'd cry.. Cry and beg. His fingers only moved faster, and my breaths followed that rhythm. And then that pleasure building inside me simply exploded, every muscle drawn taut. My toes curled, and my own voice muted in my ears. I just knew that a second passed, two, and I felt him close to me again..

My lips were parted and my whole body still shook, but with his lips connecting with my neck, his voice soon in my ear, I thought I completely fainted. "Shh, baby, open your legs for me," I heard him say, even though my legs were already parted, he just pushed them further. I knew that my hands were in his hair the whole time, and at some point, I felt him once again pinning them tightly with his on both sides of my head..

I remember myself breaking the kiss with a moan when he effortlessly entered me, so deep inside me, I was once again left breathless.. It drove us both wild.. For the first time I felt so overtaken, panting and groaning for more, yet getting exactly what I wanted. For the first time my body seemed to shred into millions of pieces when that pleasure hit.. So unbelievably real.

I couldn't get enough of him. My mind was exhausted from that day, but it was shut down in moments like that. I didn't want to sleep. I wanted the pleasure, the ache. I wanted him in me the whole time. His weight on top of me, his skin against mine.. With each second that passed I needed him in further and further. I wanted to feel his lips against mine, his hands holding mine.. I was lost. Completely lost. With each beat, each brief moment as that pleasure built stronger inside me, he felt deeper in me..

I got on top of him. I'd never done it before. And I couldn't believe it.. But my body spoke on its own and I was doing this. I thought I would have more control, but he only felt bigger in me.. I'll never forget it. I thought it would make me in charge, but it only made me fainter.. Weaker as the pleasure got bigger. He loved it. I held onto his chest, but I knew my body could barely hold me when this hit.. When it did, my eyes shut closed, lips parting for more air, and my back arched so easily. I let myself go, my hair loose and falling over his shoulder.. In that moment, he went mad, bucked, and let me have it.. Own it. Own that moment where my body seemed to go to dust, every atom seemed to part in millions of pieces.

My eyes were closed for a few seconds, but when the throbbing between my legs became fainter, when the bones on my legs started feeling solid again, I felt myself coming back to reality.. His arms were wrapped around my lower back, his lips against my neck, and no track of a near end in our breaths.. He held me tightly against him, taking control once again, and tightening his grip around my lower back as if he was trying to hold me in place. Even if he wasn't, I knew my body felt so overwhelmed that I wouldn't be able to move..

The sheets underneath our bodies seemed softer, the air thicker, the pleasure stronger with each second that passed.. His lips would softly graze against my slender neck, his nose tickled my ear, and my body seemed so effortlessly vulnerable to each of his moves.. That night, I gave in. I lost myself, and I loved it. I didn't think, and neither did he. It was a moment of weakness, a night of lust, and movements that repeated, but only till the first light peeked.. No meaning, no feelings nor emotions. Just pleasure.

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Aham, yea, well guys, that's it for this chapter! I gave you a fair warning ;)

In the next chapters, after I got the plot completely sorted and figured out, I decided that it's time to let you guys know that a lot of unanswered questions from Book 1 will be answered, sorted out, and let's just say that Adam won't be the only villain possibly returning ;)

Oh, and also, a highly requested pic of Lana should come along with the next chap! Yay :D

Kisses, loves!