Down on my knees in front of him, my heart races and I can almost feel myself begin to sweat. My hands are shaky and two voices in my head are waging war against each other. One is saying, "Don't do it!" and the other is saying the complete opposite. I want to do it, I want to take him into my mouth and watch him writhe in pleasure for once. I want to know that I will have the same power over him that he has over me. But there's that other part of me that is shy and scared and I keep playing scenes of him laughing at me over and over again. I've never given anyone oral sex before, and I only know what to do from what I've read in books and seen in porn. How was I supposed to do it now that I was actually about to?

"Serafina?" he asks.

I glance up at him as my fingers begin to fumble with the button of his pants. His eyes are glowing and narrowed; he almost looks amused. But is he amused by my shyness, or my sexiness? If that's how I looked to him anyways...His black locks are falling softly in front and framing his face. I can see the muscles in his abdomen beginning to tighten and release. Is he nervous? Is he uncomfortable? Dammit! He was so hard for me to read all the time!

"Serafina?" he asks again. I ignore him once more and undo the folds of his pants after undoing the zipper. Immediately I'm flooded with his scent; he smells a bit musty, with a hint of spice. I am face – to –face with his dark pubic hair. I purse my lips to hide a smile; he goes commando. I really like that. I can already see a bigger bulge forming in the fabric. A warm feeling appears between my legs and I shift my position. My core is aching for him and I hate myself for it.

"My love?" he continues to bug me and I wish he wouldn't. I want concentration when I do this for the first time. I feel his hands in my hair, running his fingers through my hair. They tighten between my locks and he yanks upwards gently. I cry out and find myself back on my feet, my back arched over the counter and him peering over me.

"You are not to ignore me when I speak to you, do you understand?" he growls. I can see his fangs poking out and his eyes have grown a dark shade of pink, almost purple. I gulp and nod furiously – I have made him mad. I blink fast as I nod, trying to make the welling tears go away. Apparently ignoring him while trying to be sexy is a big no – no. I wish I hadn't had to find it out the hard way. I feel his fingers loosen and he begins to tug gently, playfully, on my curls. I look away from him and feel my face heat up. I want to cry and scream and bury myself into my pillow and never wake up.

I feel his lips suddenly against my cheek; he kisses across the skin and towards my ear, where he bites on the lobe gently. "My love…you are not a common whore who has to please her Master. If you are going to perform any sexual act on me it shall be out of your own choice, not to please me."

"But I wanted to please you ~" I try to say, before feeling that sharp zapping pain in my chest. I inhale hard and wait a moment for the pain to pass, before glancing into his eyes. He appears even angrier now that I have lied.

He releases me and straightens up; I follow so I am no longer leaning over the counter. He crosses his arms and frowns. "You did not try to please me. I can see it in your eyes, you were nervous and frightened. You are not ready to perform such acts. You only wanted to do it because you felt bad, because you are denying me from being inside of you."

I hang my head in shame and cross my arms over myself. I know he is right and I am wrong, I know I have to stop lying to myself – especially if I want to keep the pain of the zaps away. Yet I can't seem to stop – I can't seem to want to fake that everything is ok. But it isn't. I'm scared and I feel smothered, I want some freedom…but I'm terrified that he'll leave if I ask for too much. And for the first time in my life this man – this Demon – has made me feel like the luckiest woman in the world.

"I'm sorry…" I mumble. "I don't want you to be mad at me – I just want you to be happy with me ~"

He began laughing, interrupting my sentence. "My dear, I am happy with you," he replied. I looked up and suddenly his body was against mine. His hands were along my biceps, gripping me so tight I thought there'd be bruises later. His eyes are a softer glow now, and his lips move to my ear. "Serafina…"

I shudder against him as his breath tickles my skin. I wish I knew what he was thinking, what was going through that strange head of his. I longed to know more about Sebastian, more about his Demonic life. I wanted to know what he saw in me, why he wanted me, why he wasn't going after someone who was famous and gorgeous and sexy. My mind whirled with a thousand possibilities, but then he pulled me into his arms and rested his hands on the small of my back.

"Serafina…" he whispers. "I want you so badly…you have no idea what kind of affect you have on me…" his fingers tightened into the lingerie and into my skin. "…you truly make me feel alive." He pulls away and tips my chin up to look at him. "My love, may I take you into the bedroom?"

I smile and brush a lock of hair behind my ears. I am blushing and there are butterflies in my stomach. Whether or not he was faking his words, I didn't care. I only wanted him right now, I wanted to drown in his scent and experience euphoria with him. I wanted to feel him inside of me and watch him tense in pleasure, watch his eyes fill with lust, and watch him groan my name.

"Yes…" I finally whisper. He grins and grabs my hips, suddenly flinging me over his shoulder. I scream his name in shock as the blood begins to rush to my head, my hair pooling over my back and my face right in his ass. Luckily he still had pants on…for now. He swats my ass.

"Serafina, you have been quite naughty for lying to me. I think I'll have to punish for that," he says. I smile to myself and he swats my ass again. It stings a little bit, but I like the pain. If it had been anyone else spanking me I don't think I'd enjoy it as much. I knew I was a bit of a masochist and I began to wonder if Sebastian, being a Demon, was a MEGA masochist. I made a mental note to ask him later. Sebastian begins to move towards the bedroom and I watch the room spin from upside down. The floor creaks as he walks into the bedroom and he suddenly tosses me onto the bed.

I gasp and hit the pillows softly, then look up to see him staring down at me from the opposite end of the bed. He is tall and his eyes are glowing vibrantly, his pale skin almost seems to too perfect and smooth; his toned muscles are tight and it appears that he is not breathing, that he will not break away from my body to waste time for air. His lips are formed into a seductive smirk and a pleasurable feeling begins in my legs again. I try to sit up but he holds up his hand to stop me. I smile and watch him discard his pants and throw them to the other side of the room. Besides the obvious clothing "thump" I hear something else, like a bottle of pills being dropped. What was that?

Before I can ask he begins crawling towards me. I can see his length brushing against the comforter and he grabs my ankle, pulling me down and beneath him. Sebastian begins to ravish me; his hands are touching every inch of my skin and his sharp teeth are nibbling on my flesh. I moan and tremble beneath his hands, fingers, tongue and mouth. My senses become blurred and all I can see in my minds' eye is him. All I can hear, see, smell, taste, touch – it's all him. And I wouldn't dream of it being anyone else.

But it seems to end all too quickly. When I check the clock an hour as past, but my moments of bliss only seemed to last five minutes. I am lying on his chest; his arms are wrapped tightly around me. His skin smells of sweat and his hair is a little damp. He has a goofy smile plastered onto his face and his thumb is tracing along my shoulder, where he has left a love bite. The blanket is over us enough to cover our bottom halves. A part of me wants to get on top of him and go again, but I feel too exhausted. Maybe later, perhaps after lunch and a nap?

"Serafina…" he sighs and tilts my chin upwards so I look up at him. His eyes are no longer glowing and they look a little sad. What's wrong? He leans down and kisses my nose gently before removing his arm from around me. "I can hear the post man coming to deliver your mail. I must get up to retrieve it…"

"But…" I try to protest but he sits up. He kisses my hand and gets out of bed to pull back on his pants. I frown and glare at him, suddenly very angry. I want to scream at him – why would he make such a lame excuse? Why would he hurt me like this after such an amazing time? I cross my arms and look away. Out of my peripheral vision I see him pull back on his pants, and almost on cue the Apartment buzzer goes off. Was he right about the mailman?

"I'm sorry my love," he sighs and stares at me. "Oh, and Serafina?" I look back to see him toss something onto the bed. "Using these will not stop me." He smirks and leaves the bedroom.

I reach out and grab the item, only to see that they are my bottle of birth control pills. I frown and look up. How dare he take these away from me – he must have taken them this morning! I suddenly feel very afraid. Was he right? Could birth control not prevent a Demonic pregnancy? I bury my face into my knees and begin to cry.


Hey everyone! Did you like this chapter? Yes, No? Please review! I'm sorry for not updating in so long, I just didn't have any motivation to sit down and type. I also intended for the sex scene to be more graphic, but I just wanted this chapter out there so I could continue with the next. I hope you all liked it, please review!