MY SUGAR MUMMY IS A BEAUTIFUL VAMPIRE

Chapter 123: Strange woman

Blake was in no hurry as he enjoyed the tasty breakfast laid out before him. He was pleased to fill his hungry belly and experience the fancy new surroundings. Despite his mind still feeling puzzled, he was able to relax calmly on the sunny terrace.

The lady gave Blake plenty of unhurried time too. She lounged across from him in a wicker chair, sometimes drinking from a hot coffee mug. Her bright green eyes stayed on Blake as if she was trying to remember every small detail of his looks and body.

At last, when Blake had eaten the final buttery crumbs and drank the last of his red grapefruit juice, the beautiful lady put her cup down and rose up smoothly.

"Okay then, my dear...now that you have been refreshed from your long night of sleep, do you want me to show you around our little beach home?" Her voice was casual yet full of clear authority. Her vowel sounds made it seem like Blake could not refuse.

Blake pushed back his chair and stood up too, wiping his mouth with the cloth napkin. "Uh, yeah...of course. You lead the way."

With a sly smile on her full lips, she looped her arm through Blake's and guided them from the terrace to the open-air hallway circling the villa. He couldn't help occasionally glancing sideways, admiring the graceful curve of her hips swaying beneath that silky robe with each measured step.

"Just to give you the basics at first," she began, "this whole beachfront estate covers nearly 15 acres total. The main villa you woke up in sits on the central headlands, while some smaller cottages and recreation areas fan out from the main grounds."

Her porcelain hand gestured widely to indicate the full size of their surroundings as they strolled along the covered walkway encircling the neatly trimmed gardens. "Fruit orchards, reflecting pools, a private dock for the family yacht when it's here...all the luxuries needed for a life of total comfort and indulgence."

Blake let the calming sound of the small talk flow over him, nodding along as the lady pointed out various conversation pieces or fancy architectural touches accenting the compound's breathtaking beauty.

While interesting from an intellectual side, he found his thoughts lazily wandering to more intimate curiosities. Just who was this regal, perfectly polished woman truly? What invisible forces had delivered him into her paradise-like home with staff tending to his every need?

And most importantly...what was the exact nature of his relationship to her, judging by how possessively her fingers curled around his bicep with a lover's casual ownership? Blake wanted to ask those tantalizing questions, but something about the moment's peaceful atmosphere made him hesitate disturbing its perfection.

Before long their unhurried wanderings through the rolling grounds carried them back to the main villa courtyard just as amber sunlight announced the afternoon fading away. As they paused in a sweet-smelling grove overlooking the private beach yards away, the lady's unusual eyes seemed to smolder in the slanted sunlight.

"And this..." she purred in a secretive tone, fingers trailing along Blake's forearm, "is where the true indulgences of our little oasis begin after dark falls."

Blake felt his breath catch as her achingly perfect silhouette turned toward him, shadows gathering in breathtaking valleys while the dying rays lit up her hair in a fiery aura. So close he could almost taste the sweet clean scent of citrus and sage clinging to her ivory skin, and feel the radiating body heat pulsing from those lissome curves.

"Ohh..." Blake croaked before her finger brushed against his lips to silence whatever lustful sentiments were about to spill out.

"Shhhh my love," she cooed while trailing that same fingertip along the chiseled line of his jaw. "This is a moment best savored in breathless stillness and rapt appreciation, no?"

And just like that, she was sealed tightly against him, the swell of her breasts crushed enticingly against his own muscular chest. Blake's head swirled in rapturous intoxication as her mouth claimed his with urgent passion and the grip of that supple frame undulated in serpent-like rhythms.

Yet even amid such transcendent raptures, something at his core simply...wouldn't fully let go. Where animal instincts howled to seize this unparalleled goddess and mate like beasts right there in the ivy-covered arbor, some strangled echo of restraint clawed at unraveling threads of reason.

Before her searing kisses incinerated his faltering resolve entirely, Blake managed to tear his mouth away with a strangled gasp. He blindly seized her by both shoulders, forcing a few scant inches of shivering space to part them.

"Wait...I...I can't," he panted heavily, unable to meet the naked betrayal flaring in those emerald portals. "This isn't...I mean, I have no idea who you are. Or how the hell I even arrived in this private paradise to begin with."

Blake forced himself to look at her pleadingly, fingers still trembling with the effort of keeping this simmering passion at bay rather than consummating it without further context.

"All I know is there's a sense of familiarity...of feeling like I should recognize you on some deeper level." He swallowed hard as her proud shoulders tensed up beneath his grasp. "But despite this overpowering desire burning in my veins, my instincts are screaming that I can't fully give in to you. Not until I unravel more of this harrowing dissonance echoing through my consciousness..."

..."I'm sorry..." Blake finally whispered, going so far as to fully withdraw his hands and take a tactful step backward. "But I have to figure out more about my past first before rushing too recklessly ahead into whatever ecstasies this future promises. Can you at least...grant me that much patience?"

Blake knew he had to be careful with his words. From the little he had gathered, he appeared to have been unconscious and certainly that meant he was at the mercy of this lady. While she had shown him nothing but affection, something still felt amiss and he wasn't going to go about things letting his dick think for him.