The Alpha's Eternal Luna

He reached over and touched his finger very delicately to the edge of one of its straps, near my collarbone, but instead of pushing it down and off my shoulder as I thought he would, he ran his finger slowly along then upper edge of my bra in front and then traced it all the way down around the bottom. I watched his face while he did this. It seemed more intimate than kissing him had. By the time he’d finished outlining the whole thing, he’d barely touched me and yet I was so wet I could hardly stand up. Before I could do anything, he had placed his hand on my mouth. It didn’t stop me speaking, I could still say ‘yes’ or ‘no', but I felt now that it was my destiny to allow this man to do whatever he wished with me, and there was no way I could escape now. For some reason, I didn't feel afraid of him. I was naked, gagged and with vodka flowing in my veins rather than blood. I arched against him when he moved to my breast. Two fingers worked inside me, a little uncomfortable. Not so long as he kept his mouth on me, lavishing my breasts with attention. His thumb rubbed around a sweet spot and my eyes rolled back into my head. So close. The strength of what was building was staggering. Mind-blowing. My body was going to be blown to dust, atoms, when this hit. If he stopped, I’d cry. Cry, and beg. And maybe kill... I came, groaning, every muscle drawn taut. It was almost too much. Almost. I knew, I didn't want this to happen but yet my body completely surrender infront of him. I was praying to God that this would be a dream or a... nightmare... I want this to be end soon. I want to forget this and erase this from my mind like a bad memory. For a moment, he stopped and I can feel his blue eyes on me. For a second, I felt I've seen these eyes before his eyes looked so familiar like million times but can't put my finger on it.He firmly pulled my body against his and his lips are so close to mine that I can feel his breath on my cheek. I slightly tilt my head in his direction. He’s quite tall with broad shoulders and an athletic physique that even his black shirt cannot hide. My eyes continue their upward travel to his strong square-shaped face framed with brown curly hair that falls to his shoulders and deep, piercing blue eyes. The corners of his mouth curve upward when he notices me staring a moment too long. He was the perfect example of danger and charming. Staring too long in his eyes, made my eyelids heavy. A darkness as impalpable, more discrete, yet blacker than night's, spun out from dancing points to overlapping disks. They were so wide, so close to my eyes, that I couldn't strike them off. I had only a second given to me to see and apprehend. This same second loosened my grip on consciousness. I seemed to let go, hardly struggling. My muscles let go everywhere, too. The Next Morning I was awakened from my sleep by a bright ray of sunlight that falls on me through the window. I murmur sleepily, smile, and cuddle into the warmth wrapped around me. Only to blink my eyes open with surprise when my shifting brings on a responding movement that has me suddenly on my back with something heavy thrown across my legs and something else almost equally heavy across my chest just below my breasts. There’s also a sleepy grumbling in my ear that blows the hair around my face. It’s followed by a smacking of lips and a murmur of unintelligible words. And why is that sending little arrows of heat and tingling through my body? All of sudden, a sharp pain cuts through my thoughts.It kept pounding and got into that crazy realm where the guillotine seems like a good idea.The headache held me in its gloomy embrace. I rocked in my bed. I willed the railroad spike to remove itself from my head. I counted sheep. I counted breaths. I counted back from 100. I counted on myself. The pain in my head burned lethal umber and gold, shaped like a dagger and sharp as betrayal. Struggling to distract myself from the pulsating headache, I lifted my gaze to examine my surroundings. Almost instantly, I recognized that this room was not my own. I was struck by its opulence. A single, grand window dominated one wall, filtering in a soft, ethereal light that danced on the polished surfaces. The king-sized bed, where I had been slumbering, was adorned with plush pillows and a comforter that felt like a cloud to the touch. A tastefully crafted stool sat unassumingly in the corner, its simplicity a stark contrast to the room's overall extravagance. Despite the unfamiliarity of the setting, there was an odd sense of déjà vu. Waking up in a strange, luxurious place should have been alarming, yet it felt as if I had experienced this before. The real confusion stemmed not from my current location, but from the mystery of how I arrived here. The room was bathed in a unique blend of light, both natural and artificial. It was challenging to discern whether it was morning or afternoon, as the illumination seemed to be a fusion of the sun's rays and the city's luminescence. This ambiguity only added to my growing sense of bewilderment... My eyes darted on the floor and found my clothes, realizing hit me like a tons. " OMG!!! I am... naked...!" I couldn't finished my sentence because of the shuffling under the comforter. My heart was racing abnormally fast as I try to put the pieces together. A cold sweat broke through my hairline and I was praying to God that please... God... this can't be real. held my breath, a desperate attempt to slow down my heartbeat, a desperate attempt to get away. One second. Two seconds. Three. Four. Five, Six. Seven seconds. My throat became dry as Sahara desert. I am feeling like, I am going to throw up, feeling sick to my stomach I gathered last piece of courage left inside me. I turned my head slowly, my eyes widening as I saw the figure lying next to me. A man. He was sleeping soundly, his chest rising and falling rhythmically. He was only in his briefs, his bronze body was exposed to the cool air. I gawk at his sculpted chest. And his shoulders. And his arms. And his abs. My lizard brain counts the muscles. One, two, three, four, five, six, s---holy s**t, you can have eight ab muscles? What the hell, I never knew... And oh damn, those V-lines along the sides of his stomach that I'm sure have a name, but I can't think of it right now. Because my brain is too busy taking in the flawless visual. My gaze travelled to his face but his face... his face was hidden, buried deep into the plush pillow beneath him. Fear gripped me, a cold shiver running down my spine. Who was he? How did I end up in bed? My mind was a whirlwind of questions, each one more terrifying than the last. I reached out, my hand trembling as I slowly pulled the pillow from under his head. I held my breath, my heart pounding so loud I was sure it would wake him. And then I saw his face. I gasped, my heart stops. I'm not exaggerating. I swear, for a pure second, my chest seized and all the blood flowing in my veins pauses and add more to my misery the yesterday events unfold before my eyes... one by one...