(Here's another! Enjoy!)
"You sure you don't want to come with us?" Holly asks, her hand on the door.
Looking at her, I shake my head. "No, I'm good."
"You two still fighting?"
"Something like that…." I mutter, folding the cheese into my pasta dinner.
"If you're sure…" she says hesitantly.
"I'm sure. Y'all go have fun." I give her a forced smile. I want to go, how I do, but I wasn't leaving until Henry and I sort out from wha happened two weeks ago. Two weeks ago he took my body like a vampire should. Forgetting the human persona and giving into his true nature.
Holly leaves without saying another word. The house was silent for all of two minutes when I see him standing at the kitchen door. He looks angry. Maybe forlorn. I refuse to call him or answer his calls over the past two weeks. We had argued over it. And I left.
"Are you still angry?" he asks without preamble.
I sigh, setting my bowl of food down. I know it would go cold before this conversation was over. "Angry, no. Upset, yes. There is a difference, Henry."
"Explain."
"I understand what you said, but I know you're a vampire. I've know this from the beginning and if you wanted to hurt me...really hurt me, you would have by now. The marks you left on me were in a moment...moments of passion." I lean back against the counter, my arms cross over my chest.
I watch as he comes further into my kitchen. See him eye the room. From my open computer with the books surrounding it to me standing there in short shorts and a white tank top. I was absorbed in watching him move that I didn't see him standing in front of me.
"You know I can be dangerous...why did you do it?" he demands, his lips close to mine.
"If I had left you would have taken it out on some innocent woman who hadn't a clue who you are."
"What I am." he corrects.
"Regardless of what word you use, Henry." I admonish.
"You let me take out my uncontrollable lust on you. I could have killed you had I not being half way in control." his body close to mine as his fingers trailing my bare arms.
I sigh again. This again. "But you didn't."
He ran his nose up the column of my neck, inhaling a scent that he hadn't smelled in weeks. Goosebumps spread down my arms and a hot flush graced my skin. "Delicious…" he muttered to himself.
"Henry please don't seduce me…." I mumbled weakly. "We need to talk about this."
"We are talking about it." he replies, his lips caressing my skin. I felt the subtle scratch of his fangs mark my skin.
"N-No we're not." I protest weakly.
His hand came to clutch the side of my head, tilting it to the side. His thumb rubbing gently over my chin that I could feel trembling. I feel the warmth of his tongue as it dips to taste my skin. My own vein throbs in attention. It knows what he wants. And he knows I will give it to him; even though I am still upset with him.
This isn't the first time and it won't be the last time Henry has seduced me into giving him what he wants and putting a stop to arguments. I can't deny him, I know I can't. All it takes is a slight nod of my head and he takes what he wants from me.
He's taken my body.
My blood.
Even my heart; though he doesn't know it.
He's waiting patiently for me to give into him. He's had all the time in the world, nearly five centuries of waiting; what's a few more seconds to him? My head nods slightly before I can stop myself and a sharp, but small sting stuns for a mere second before the pleasure takes over. My eyes begin to close, my mouth opens as I somehow fight for air. When I fist my fingers in his dark curly hair, he presses more firmly into my neck.
The moans that escape me are wanton and wild. He knows exactly how to make my body beg for him. The way his mouth massages into my neck sends shots of fire down my body and between my legs. He knows I'm aroused and it won't be long before I beg him to take me to my room and give myself over to him...over and over.
He'll have my body and my blood several times before he's completely sated. He'll leave me in a limp, but sated position before he disappears for the daytime hours. I'll sleep for nearly the whole day before he shows back up the next night.
Breaking himself away from me, he rests his head on my shoulder. I can feel his chest rising and falling like he's ran a marathon, but I know he hasn't. When he lifts his head, he's no longer resembles a vampire, but a man disguised as a vampire. Closing the distance between us, I initiate the kiss. He swiftly takes control-which is fine with me-and devours my mouth. I can taste my own blood that still lingers on his tongue. His hands come to my waist, inching their way up in my tank top that is now far to constricting. I need it off and he knows it.
I hear a subtle rip and cool air dances along my skin, shivering me before he presses his body against mine. He's warm against my cool flesh. The buttons rubbing gently along my breasts and stomach.
"Tell me what you want me to do…" he mutters nipping my lower lip.
"Have your way with me…." I gasp, feeling his length press against my shorts.
And he does….all night.
