Blood Legacy Chapter 115: 113. Just a fantasy

The door closed shut behind me with a violent slam and I desperately made my way straight towards my en-suite bathroom, throwing myself on my knees in front of the toilet bowl right before I proceeded to hurl my guts out.

I audibly heaved and my stomach twisted with pain after every contraction, forcefully expelling even that insignificant amount of food I had today for breakfast, along with that iced latte I had for lunch at school.

My body mildly trembled from the exhaustion and the toll this unknown disease was taking on my entire being, inevitably feeling that rapid increase in temperature. Again. I still hadn't the faintest idea what was going on with me. But I could tell that it was slowly getting worse. With every passing day.

My hands shook as I struggled to hold myself upright and I kneeled there for another few moments, small tears trailing down my nose and my chin wobbling as I waited to see if there was any more I needed to get out. And once I was sure I stumbled up to my feet and flushed all that barf away, carelessly discarding my clothing and shoes before I hopped into the shower cubicle and turned on the water on freezing cold.

"Fuck..." I cursed under my breath as soon as that ice cold water pelted down my burning skin, taking but a moment to get used to it. And with a tired sigh I slumped down against the wall until my bare ass met the cold floor. I didn't care. I needed to cool down. My body was constantly tormented by these weird and unexpected bursts of high fever. I felt weak and overwrought, and I could barely keep anything at all in my stomach.

What the hell was going on with me? Why was this happening to me?

I nervously ran a hand over my head and smoothed back my drenched hair, blowing out a shaky breath. I then lowered it and let my fingers absentmindedly trail to that silvery bangle around my wrist, drawn to touch it like I always did whenever that sinking loneliness or gut-wrenching fear threatened to overwhelm me.

It was one of the few things that made me feel connected to him. That and the newly-found source of mystical power within me. I could feel it now. I had absolutely no idea how it happened, but ever since I got back home I suddenly started to feel it. It was like I'd somehow unlocked it. Like it'd been lying hidden within me and my return home somehow managed to lure it out.

It was scaring the crap out of me though, because I still had no idea how to wield it. I hadn't the faintest clue. But in moments like this one, when I was completely alone within the confinements of my own room -or bathroom- I occasionally let my guard down and allowed it to roam free inside of me, letting it take control.

I let my eyelids flutter shut and it immediately sparked to life, buzzing with electricity as I continued to touch the bangle, my mind inevitably starting to conjure up my memories of him.

His soothing presence. That unique smell of him. That last memory of him lying in that bed completely bare, bathed in the moonlight as he quietly called out my name in his sleep, begging for me not to leave him...

*I love you...*

"Darius..." I let his name flow past my lips into a longing and pleading whisper, that static energy prickling at my skin like a thousand tiny needles.

I missed him. I missed him so fucking much.

*I miss you too, little kitten...* his sensual masculine voice echoed in my head like a ghostly chant, my lips parting to let out a small and surprised gasp.

What...How...

No. It couldn't be. It was all in my head. It had to be. It was just a figment of my wild imagination. There was no way that he'd somehow just responded in my head. It couldn't be. We hadn't even gotten to form a bond! Not to mention that we were probably too far away to be able to reach out and connect in such a way. It wasn't possible. It was all in my head. It had to be. I was pretty sure that this was just my fickle magic, playing tricks on me.

So I let it mislead and enchant me, my head lolling back to rest against the tiled wall as I allowed myself to relax and enjoy this moment. This sweet fantasy.

I missed him way too much. I needed this.

"Darius..." I whispered his name again, so softly, almost like a prayer.

*I'm right here, kitten...* I felt myself expressing a tiny smile at the sound of his voice caressing me, the muddled image of his handsome face appearing at the forefront of my mind.

"I miss you so much..." I longingly whispered, imagining myself reaching out to touch his cheek with my fingers.

*I miss you too, my little feral kitten...* his hazy image offered me one of those heart-stealing smiles of his, making me sigh out with contentment.

*My beautiful prince...*

"I'm so sorry, I never should've left you..." I mewled out with pain and regret, that cold water delicately pelting down my face turning warm for a moment.

"I don't wanna be here anymore, I miss you so much it hurts! Please, take me back with you..." I softly begged, my voice turning raw with longing and sorrow.

"Please, Darius, I wanna be with you, I can't go any longer without you...Please...take me back with you..." I could realize now that I'd already started crying as my shoulders shook, those droplets of water trailing down my face feeling so hot now.

*Shh...it's okay baby, don't cry...* his voice became a soothing whisper, the ghost touch of his fingers over my cheek eliciting a small and hitching sigh from my part.

*I will come back for you, if that's what you want me to do...*

"I do," I whispered back with conviction.

*I just want you to be happy, little kitten. I thought that being reunited with your family and friends would make you happy...*

"I'm not! I'm miserable without you! Please! I wanna be with you! I want you..." I softly cried, with my mind grasping at his phantom silhouette in a desperate attempt to keep him here. To have him closer to me.

*I want you too, kitten. You're all I think about, day and night. I miss your scent, your beautiful laughter. My heart is bleeding in your absence...I long for you...You and only you...*

I lightly hummed in reply, lulled by his sweet words whispering themselves in my ears.

"I want you so much, Darius..." I quietly confessed, greedily taking in that enticing image of his beautiful face, his muscled body, picturing what it would be like if he was here with me. In this shower. Completely naked.

"Darius..." My breathing quickened a little bit, imagining the way these thin rivulets of water would trail over his skin, caressing his hard chest...

His luscious lips...

*Carina...* his raw male voice uttered back with a little bit of roughness, my lower stomach immediately quivering in reply.

I timidly mewled out and let my hands wander, continuing to picture his presence in here with me, fantasizing about the way he would gingerly caress me with those big hands like I knew he could.

I slowly trailed one hand from the side of my neck, downwards towards one breast whilst the other slipped over my stomach, lower and lower...

Those black eyes became hooded with lust in my imagination, looking almost feral as the water continued to trail over his face, his raven hair sticking to his forehead as he watched me with such intensity it made my body tremble.

"Oh..." I let out a quiet and delighted moan as my legs spread on their own and I let my fingers reach my drenched pussy, that rough growl echoing in my head making me clench and pant with anticipation.

I imagined lowering my eyes over his chiseled abs, that well-defined v-line that led straight to his long and thick manhood, my inner walls pulsing at the mere thought of him slowly entering me, exactly the way my middle finger was now slipping into me.

My back arched and I let out a longer moan, hearing the way he softly called out my name into an almost pleading whisper, watching his hand wrap around his angrily swollen length, slowly starting to caress himself, up and down, in sync with that finger that was now gently pumping in and out of me.

"Darius..."

*Carina...*

We pleasured ourselves in perfect syncronization, my finger moving at the same pace as his hand did and I added another one as I craved so much to know what he would feel like, stretching my walls so deliciously as he filled me to the brim with that monstrous dick.

He groaned out almost painfully and I let out another moan, our pace increasing. My heart threatened to beat out of my chest and my breathing became so wild and laboured, lost into the throes of our passion as I pumped and pumped, my body shaking.

I felt so hot. That freezing water was still pelting down my skin, but I couldn't even feel it now. I was too lost into this vivid dream, desperately holding onto it with everything I had left in me.

I needed him. I wanted him so much I felt like I was going to go insane without him. I wanted him here, with me. I wanted his touch, his lips on my skin...his arms around me and that mouth-watering scent of his enveloping me completely...

I wished for his presence here with me so badly that I actually started to feel, at some point, that it was his hand kneading my breast instead of my own. His lips caressing my own instead of that water that trailed over them... And the moment I felt the ghost of him entering me I violently fell apart with a tortured cry, blown away by that incredible sensation of him sliding in and out of me, moaning out his own earth-shattering release.