Chapter 6

Louisa's POV

Lucas frowned and said, "Unusual? You mean, other than you were drunk while beating the crap of five hobos?"

"I mean... I remember that I saw something... Giant and black... It was like a..." As I was saying, I suddenly saw the painting on the wall in the corner of my eyes.

It was a black wolf with blue eyes, just like Lucas'.

"Wolf!" I shouted it out.

Lucas smiled and stroked my hair gently -

"Darling, you were drunk and you got shocked. People who are drunk and shocked see all kinds of crazy things. There's nothing to worry about."

"No, I mean, there is a painting of a wolf on the wall..." I said.

Lucas tilted his head towards me and smirked -

"What? You don't like that painting?"

"No... I don't like wolves!" I screamed out. "I've got nightmares about it!"

Lucas immediately seemed to be a bit hurt.

For a brief moment, he didn't say anything.

Then, he suddenly stood up and tore that painting off the wall.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" I asked.

"Nothing." He became grumpy, walking back and forth in the room, holding that picture in his hands.

It seemed that he didn't know what to do with the painting.

I felt a bit stupid.

He saved me from a bunch of hobos in the middle of the night and I started commenting on his artistic taste.

"I'm sorry..." I mumbled.

"Yeah! You should be sorry!" He threw that painting on the floor. "Wolves are majestic animals! They walk around and they get things done. I don't get why people hate them!"

"They attack people. It's a primal fear. That's just what it is." I became a bit annoyed.

I didn't realize that Lucas Sigler was so sensitive and moody.

At school, he was just goofing around with his gang.

Lucas looked offended -

"Wolves never attack people! They react! Like all the damn creatures on earth! They survive despite people! People really should mind their own business and leave wolves alone!"

I became silent.

I certainly didn't want to anger a beast in his bedroom.

I didn't know why he was so upset about the wolf thing, but one thing was for sure -

Lucas Sigler was more complicated than he looked.

I thought Lucas was about to walk away.

But he didn't.

He threw himself on the bed, covering his head up with the pillow.

Is he throwing a tantrum?

Seriously?

"People have different opinions over things. They have love and fears. Why do you care about what I think anyway?"

"You just don't understand." He replied in a muffled voice. "You're very important to me."

"We barely know each other and you can't expect that we'll be soulmates right away," I said in a low voice, trying to remove the pillow from his face.

"No." He held the pillow fast and would let go of it.

"You're like a child." I frowned and pulled the pillow again. "I might not like wolves, but I'm sure we'll have some other interests in common. Don't you want to talk about it?"

Lucas lifted the pillow and looked me through a crack, saying -

"Okay... I'm listening."

"I like football. If I were a boy, I would be a football player." I said.

Lucas completely removed the pillow from his face.

His eyes were beaming with light -

"I like football as well! It's something larger than life! I'm in my element on the field. I love the game, the spotlight, and tens of thousands of people chanting your name at the same time. It was a thrill that I can't get by doing anything else!"

"Not even sex?" I asked.

I regretted it almost instantly after saying it aloud.

The topic of sex made Lucas more excited.

"I didn't have sex with those girls. I only fucked them. But you're different." He leaned forward and held me in his arms.

This time, I didn't push him away.

His arms and chest were so firm and they made me feel safe.

He smelt like bergamot and citrus, which happened to be my favorite scent.

"I want to have sex with you," he said in a tender voice. "I want to do everything to protect you and make you happy. I want to buy you the most beautiful thing on earth and kiss you every night before you go to sleep. I want to hold you in my arms till the last moment of my life..."

His voice was so deep and tender.

It was like some sort of ancient chanting, which stroked the most primal instinct in my heart.

"Don't get so carried away," I murmured. "You don't even know me."

"So let me know more about you." He smirked and buried his head in my hair, kissing me, all the way down my nape.

I moaned silently and my body turned boiling hot.

All of a sudden, he stopped. 

"Where did you get this?" He asked and stared at the scar on my collar bone.  

I tried to cover it with my hand, but he held my hand. 

"It's a birthmark," I lowered my head, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I got it when I was born." 

He lifted my face and forced me to look at him. 

"Louisa Falco..." His voice was enchanting. Were there tears of joy in his eyes?

"I've spent all my life, looking for you..." He bent over and kissed the scar gently. 

At the moment his lips touched my skin, I suddenly had a very strange feeling -

This intimacy was so natural! I didn't feel anything strange about it at all!

It was as if I had known him for my entire life.

He got bold by my silent permission and got on top of me. 

I had never thought that my body could stand so much weight...

It seemed that it was the burden that I was supposed to carry.

It almost felt like I was made for this moment...

I was made for him.

"Oh, babe. You're so hot. I'm so hard now," he said.

I looked down and took a glance at his chunk of manhood.

It was fully inflated, and it was as hard as steel, with bulging blue veins.

I immediately panicked.

There's no way for him to put that thing in my body!

It was so huge!

He detected my fear and whispered in my ear, "I'll be gentle, babe. If you don't feel like doing it, just let me know. I'll stop."

"Don't... Don't stop..." I said with my legs wrapping around his waist.