CHAPTER FOUR
"No, I do not. I can walk about in daylight, even here." Cerri replied, sounding just as catty as he did though it didn't come as natural. "I told you, things are different from where I come from." She watched as his lips pursed, stepping from behind the curtain to stand before him, staring at his face. "Why do you do this? What does it mean?" She asked, mimicking him though it came out more of a pout.
"Why do I do what?" He demanded, eyebrows raised. Mark kept his eyes focused on hers, knowing if he looked anywhere else he'd probably do something she'd regret.
That and who knew what the consequences of interspecies breeding was?
"This, this face you make. I do not understand it. Are you… what is the word?" She looked at him for help. "The emotion is anger? I do not understand Human feelings yet. Are you angered with me?" She traced his lips curiously, eyebrows drawn together intently. "You should smile."
His blood was lighting on fire. "I don't smile, it's foreign to me. This expression is called a scowl. It's a mix between angry and annoyed." He wasn't scowling anymore though. Instead he was staring at her curiously, a smirk gracing his lips. "Do you enjoy touching me?"
"I do not know. It feels different with these hands. My hands." Cerri frowned slightly. "I feel textures differently. Your lips are soft, did you know that?" She stroked a long finger down his goatee. "And this is rough but soft. A scowl? Anger and an-noyed? I do not understand that word." Her eyebrow quirked. "Your iris' are dilated, are you hungry?"
"Yes." Mark rumbled, sure it wasn't just his eyes changing. "But not for food, Cerriwyn. I'm hungry for you." He chuckled darkly when her eyes widened, his hand moving to caress her cheek.
"You want to eat me?" The amusement in his eyes relaxed her, somewhat. "Not eat me like a meal?" Sighing, she shook her head. "These is so much I must learn or else you will become annoyed with me for my questions."
He decided on any Plane actions would speak louder then words. He trailed his hand down her slim neck and flattened his palm, running it through the valley of her breasts. He could feel her muscles twitching nervously under his touch, skimming his hand down her flat stomach until it rested on her mound. "This is what I hunger for." He murmured huskily.
Cerri was flushed, her pink cheeks at odd with the purple hair that cascaded around her. She had a million and one questions but her mind wasn't able to formulate the words and send them to her tongue. She settled for closing her eyes and focusing on her breathing, inhaling and exhaling through her nostrils.
"Do you like this?" He demanded in a low tone, now probing her with a finger.
"I… I do not know…" She whispered, trying to figure out what her body was doing. She could feel her belly lighting up, like with the whiskey only this didn't make her feel ill.
"Have you had sex before?"
Now there was a question. She stepped away, flushing even more. "I'm only three hundred! Of course not!"
His eyebrows were in definite danger of disappearing into his hairline. "I almost forgot about the immortality… I'm sure to you this will seem young but on this plane it's considered quite ancient… I'm in my five hundreds, though I've been around the block a time or two." It was obvious things were very different here.
She understood maybe half of that at best, just listening. Around the block? Cerri picked up the nightgown, her lips curling in disgust at the color but slipped it on anyway. The silk material instantly clung to her curves, shimmering with her movements. Finally she sat at the head of the bed, aware his eyes were following her and felt a need to break the silence. "May I see your fangs?"
He turned his profile to her, a thoughtful frown on his face. His eyes closed as his mouth opened, his fangs descending.
"Those are fangs?" Cerri looked and sounded bemused. "They're so tiny!" She giggled at the offended look on his face, unable to help himself.
"I wish I could see YOUR forms."
"My forms? My Demon form is hideous. To me anyway. I suppose to other Demons it would seem alright. My Vampire form is mostly the same as my Pixie, minus the wings. Pointed ears, and fangs of course, that comes with all three. My true form, the one I was born with, is a mixture of all three. I was told I am the first to have a tail in my realm in over two thousand years." She didn't look amused anymore.
Mark did, he laughed at the indignant look on her face, his arms crossing over his chest. He watched as her eyes strayed to his arms, knowing she was staring at his tattoos and flexed his muscles, laughing darkly when she frowned.
Cerri got on her knees, leaning forward to hesitantly touch the images that seemed to be dancing before her eyes. "What are thee?" She asked, tracing one of a demon. "If I did not know better, I would say this is a Demon. Though it is wrong. Demons are uglier. Bigger horns, curly tails and most are green." Her fingers were dancing up his arms, feeling the skin, tracing the tattoos.
"It's what I thought a demon should be." He murmured, letting her touch him, which probably wasn't the best of ideas as it was rekindling earlier desires. "Keep doing that and we're both going to be in trouble." He growled.
"Trouble? Why?" She asked innocently. "Unless these tattoo things come to life, I am sure it is safe. Or does it an-noy you?" Her hands moved to his other arm, studying it intently. "You are a scary being." She commented, her fingertip tracing the curve of his elbow, frowning when he tensed. "Did I do something?"
"Yes." His growl was even lower, eyes turning a dark; stormy green. "Your touch heightens my desire for you. Right now all I want to do is throw you down on the bed and fuck you senseless, do you understand that?"
