CHAPTER FIVE
Honestly, Cerriwyn didn't get that 'fuck' word he used but the general idea came through. She cleared her throat, hands freezing. All she could do was stare at him, feeling those strange sensations whipping through her body again. Her stomach clenched and unclenched, the warm fuzzy feeling burning her belly once more. It was enough to make her head spin. She opened her mouth to speak but couldn't say anything, settling for nodding her head.
He took her nod for assent and waved his hand, her nightgown vanishing, leaving her body open to his viewing pleasure. "I could never let a beautiful creature like you down…" He murmured, hovering over her before fastening his lips on hers.
Cerri came back to her senses when she realized what was going on, feeling his mouth on her throat. She squeaked, then frowned. Did he just call her a creature? Before she could say anything, she was being dragged onto her knees, enfolded against him.
She went to squeak again only to find herself being kissed. One part of her mind was too busy being lost in the sensations to do anything and the other part was dissecting and breaking down his words. Never let a creature down… wait a second, she wasn't a full-blooded Demon! She did NOT believe in loveless sex. "No." She managed to get out after tearing her lips from his.
"What?" Mark murmured, nostrils flaring delicately as he stared at her. "You want this as much as I do, Cerriwyn." He pressed a large finger to her lips to silence her, once more latching onto her throat. His tongue snaked out to taste her sweet, soft flesh. He couldn't help but wonder what this would be like with her in her real form, tail and all.
The thought made him chuckle, feeling her shivering against him and chuckled even more darkly. He ran his hands down her sides, finally cupping her ass with his palms and pressing her against his body firmly, letting her feel just how much he desired her.
Hating this body, she melted against him. She barely had control of it. It took a second to realize that his clothes had vanished. Another second to realize what was pressing against her. Shaking her head, Cerri struggled against him which wasn't the best thing as she soon discovered, hearing his sharp intake of breath. "I cannot. When I return home, I am going to my future mate pure."
"Enjoy your time here, Cerriwyn, enjoy this mortal body while you still have it." He advised gruffly, refusing to let her go. "You can't tell me you don't want this, I can smell it." Mark growled threateningly when she opened her mouth to deny it, nudging her head to the side. A second later his fangs were piercing her skin, her hot blood filling his mouth.
Cerri let out a shriek of pain. In her other forms, this would have been pleasurable. However in this frail, human body it hurt. She could feel her blood rushing throughout her body as he took a draught, dizziness compassing her when he pulled away. She looked at Mark's bloodied lips, watching as her own blood glistened on them before tasting it, feeling his tongue invading her mouth. Whimpering, she arched into him, the metallic taste of blood sending shockwaves throughout her.
A smirk flickered across his lips when he felt Cerri giving in, gently nudging her back down onto the bed. One massive knee parted her thighs before he nestled himself between her legs.
This was better than flying, better than listening to Cherubs singing in their sweet soprano voices, better than drinking blood.
What he was doing to her felt like all those things combined and then intensified by a million. She jerked when she felt him pressing against her, wondering briefly if he would even stop if she said no again, then that thought was pushed out of her mind. Need was taking over everything, rational thinking was rapidly vacating.
Mark growled from low in the back of his throat, his hands traveling down her body. Her curves weren't anything overly special but they were still driving him mad, he couldn't get enough. No words were spoken between them, none was needed. He wanted her and was going to have her, knowing she wanted the same thing.
Cerriwyn's senses came flying back to her with startling clarity. She squirmed, hearing him grunt and gathered he must of thought this was part of the game. "No." She said, common sense taking over this Mortal body's yearnings. She grabbed Mark by his hair, wrenching back to force him to look at her, make him see she meant it. "No."
"Why not?" He demanded, shaking her hands loose of his hair, his jade eyes burning into hers. "You're human for only a short while, don't you want to experience everything before going back to whatever you were?"
"Human sensations aren't much different from my own. Coarser and harder to control but essentially the same." She said flatly, her cheeks flushed though Cerri avoided moving, knowing that wouldn't be a wise idea on her part. "I told you, I'll go home and find a mate. I'm not going to dishonor him by presenting him with a spoilt bride."
A loud snort escaped the large Mortal. In a second he had grabbed her wrists, forcing her down and began to slide between her open legs, refusing to give up. "No… you'll surrender to me…." Mark hissed, his eyes turning blood red.
Cerriwyn watched his iris' with avid horror and a bit of fascination. Somewhere it was registering that this was a bad thing. It was almost like a…
DEMON!
"NO!" Mark bellowed, pushing himself away from her violently. He backed away, a hand flying to his head as he fought the animal urgings to just take her. "GO!"
She didn't need any other words. Rolling off the bed, Cerri flew out the door. Her ungainly feet slid on the floor but that didn't stop her. She stumbled down the stairs and out the door, past the Gargoyles. She could hear the one, Maurice, shouting at her over the wind but didn't stop to look back.
No wonder so few Fae made it back to their Plane. They died from meeting insane Humans!
