The Love Mark of the Werewolf

Chapter 40: I Am Abraham

I was about to say something to make up for the slip of the tongue, but he said, “Sorry, Emma. Can you finish this before leaving?” He sent me a document. It was a list of people to be invited to the press conference.

“Oh. The invitation. Of course, this is really important.”

I switched on my computer and started working on the invitations. I didn’t know many of them, but fortunately, Andrew was just right next to me. He would tell me who should be invited individually.

I felt sleepy as I worked on it, but I just kept going. After a while, I was so sleepy that I couldn’t keep my eyes open. My mind felt fuzzy and I started typing nonsense on my computer.

I wasn’t able to stay awake. When my head hit something soft, I immediately woke up. Andrew’s palm was on my keyboard. He used his hand to protect my head.

“Get some sleep. You’re too tired.”

His words were like a mantra, making me feel drowsy again just as I woke up. I couldn’t help it and finally lay down.

I arrived in that dark, cold castle again. But unlike the previous time, I knew I was in a dream.

The evening breeze blew the curtains around and the moonlight shone into the room. It was a romantic atmosphere.

“Emma.” I heard a very familiar voice and turned my head in the direction of the voice. Abraham stood three meters away from me, with both his arms stretched out.

“Abraham!” God, it was Abraham! He had returned to my side! I quickly rushed over and hugged him tightly.

“Emma, I’ve missed you so much.” He lowered his head and whispered in my ear, his breathing heavy.

“I missed you too.” Even though I knew I was dreaming, I didn’t want to wake up at all.

He let go of me, cupping my face in his hands, and I looked up at him. He hadn’t changed at all. His handsome eyes, his sensual gaze, his sexy lips. He lowered his head and began to kiss me, while I reciprocated passionately. We kissed each other, his soft tongue traveling around in my mouth, and the tingling sent my body into a frenzy.

His hands suddenly moved down, holding my hips as he forcefully lifted my body up. My lower body immediately rose and sat firmly on his arms. He licked my neck as I experienced waves of pleasure in my lower abdomen and thighs, making me shiver.

“Abraham,” I called out his name, my breath coming in ragged gasps. He worked his way down, biting open my shirt and nibbling on my left chest. An itchy electric current coursed through my limbs, and I couldn’t help but gasp.

He sucked on my chest, and I straightened my back to give him better access to my chest. After a while, he looked up at me. It was Andrew!

“Ah!” I cried out in fear and instinctively wanted to escape from his embrace. However, he ran and threw me onto the bed with just a few steps. He climbed onto the bed and supported himself with his arms beside me as he looked at me from above.

“Andrew. Why is it you? How come it’s you?” I frantically tried to push him away. He grabbed my hand and said, “It has always been me. It has been me since we were young.”

We exchanged glances, and I could sense that same familiarity as Abraham from him again, surrounding me all over. He kissed the tip of my nose as gently as Abraham did and pressed his lips against mine. “I am Abraham.”

“No, that’s impossible.”

“I love you Emma. I’m back.” He kissed me and his soft lips pressed against mine. I was shocked. This feeling was exactly the same as when Abraham kissed me!

His hand reached inside my shirt and slid up my waist. I unconsciously straightened my back when the itchiness from his touch entered my bones. I could now feel his hard-on. “Feel me carefully, Emma. Feel me and you’ll believe it,” Andrew said as he yanked my pants.

“No, I can’t.” I wanted to resist, but he covered my mouth. I forcibly opened my lips, biting down on his finger. I thought he’d let go because of the pain, but he didn’t budge.

He moved towards my lower body, even with his finger being bitten by me, he started pleasuring me down there, sucking on it nonstop. “Mmm… mmm…” I couldn’t scream, but the thrill of it made me grip the sheets tighter.

His head was between my legs, attacking my sensitive zone. The pleasure kept coming, and I clung to the sheets tightly. I was sweating, and soon my legs were shaking as I reached my climax.

He knew my body too well, as if he had made love to me countless times. Only Abraham would know me so well, but he was clearly Andrew!

“Feel me, Emma.” He pried my legs open and pulled down his pants.