Nyla was nervous yet excited.
Jake Thorn was taking her to the party.
Whenever she thought of Jake, her heart would speed up and her stomach would turn into knots and she would feel giddy.
She knew she liked him, more than she ever liked a boy in her life.
But she was also wary of him because he seemed different.
Of course he was different but this was a different kind of different.
As if he wasn't part of this world.
She wanted to know about him, about his life and family and all that.
So tonight, she was going to let go of her wall and figure out whether Jake felt the emotions Nyla felt when she was near him.
She wanted to know if he dreamt about her like she dreamt about him.
She wanted to know if Jake wanted to be with her like she did.
She heard a motorcycle rev up on her driveway.
She looked out her window and saw Jake on his motorcycle dressed in a leather jacket, dark jeans and a fitted t shirt.
This is it, she thought.
She grabbed her purse and walked out to meet Jake.
She had the pleasure of seeing Jake's eye pop out of his head.
She was wearing a long black dress that hugged her curves from her chest to her thighs.
Her hair is flowing down the front of her chest, the ends having been carefully and perfectly curled.
One of her long, lean legs peeks out from the insanely sexy slit on the side.
Jake was stunned.
Jake was speechless.
His eyes roam over her, enjoying the view.
Jake knows he'll remember this moment for the rest of his life.
When Jake looks down at her sexy open-toe pumps with heels, his heart skips a beat.
He's afraid to blink for fear she's a figment of his imagination and will disappear.
Nyla feels special, knowing she can cause Jake to practically pant with desire.
"You look beautiful." He says as turns off the motorcycle.
She blushes and feels an excitement run through her body as Jake roams her body appreciatively.
"So, are you gonna stay there gawking or take me to the party?" She asks.
She feels something dark radiating off of him and pulling her in and she feels herself eagerly accepting his dark energy and feels her demon side taking over even if she didn't know it.
Jake shot her a cocky smile and answered. "I'm having second thoughts about taking you to the party."
Nyla felt warmth and excitement at his words and walked up to his motorcycle.
"Get on."
Nyla didn't hesitate and straddled the back of his motorcycle.
He turned the engine over and she immediately grasped him tightly around his waist.
He chuckled. "Hold on tight so you don't fall off."
She tightened his grip and he took off. She buried her face in his back and felt her hair whipping behind her as the wind rushed through them.
She noticed how warm he was and she automatically rubbed her face against him.
She felt him stiffen then relax.
She felt herself strangely calm being here with Jake and she felt like she was at home, just being with him.
She hadn't realized they had stopped when Jake cleared his throat and pulled her arms away from him gently.
"We're here." He said.
She felt embarassment as she realized she held on to him as if he was going to disappear.
She was afraid but with Jake she felt strong.
They made their way inside the house and heard loud music blasting out loud that made their ears pound.
She hung out with Jake for a bit, ignoring the catcalls that were circulating around them because with Jake it didn't matter.
"I'll be back." Jake said and disappeared in the crowd.
Nyla was suddenly aware of how many gazes were on her and the cat calls going on about her.
She felt trapped and decided to drink a few beers.
She thought she felt someone touch her butt but when she turned around there was no one near her.
She drank a few beers and felt buzzed enough to be able to know what was going on but ignore the trapped feeling.
"Hey there, mamacita." Said a drunk boy who sat down beside her on the lonely patio.
She didn't know the boy but she didn't say anything.
"Aww, come on. You don't have to be shy. Come here." The boy said leaning towards her to grab her and kiss her.
She pushed against his chest. "Fuck off!"
The boy tried to go towards her again but she saw Jake yank him to his feet.
"Don't touch her or you'll lose your head." Jake threatened and pushed him inside, leaving Nyla and Jake alone.
Jake turned to her and Nyla noticed he was looking at her as if she had betrayed him.
"Why were you with him?" He demanded.
She sighed and saw the pool house and walked towards it.
She wanted to explain it but figured it wasn't worth it.
She wasn't good at explaining.
She sensed Jake following her into the pool house and he locked the door.
Nyla knew that this was a perfect place and no one would interrupt them.
She was planning to know if Jake felt the same things she felt with him.
"Hold me," Nyla says "Please."
"You're drunk," Jake answered.
"Just a little buzzed, that's all."
"Nyla, " he whispers as he gets closer.
As soon as Nyla feel his body heat, she reaches out and slowly runs her hand down his arm.
"Don't talk," She whispers. She doesn't want to talk right now. It involves thinking and she doesnt want to think. She just wants to feel.
She brushes her lips across his face to his ear. "Hold me, like you wanted to today."
Jake was so close, Nyla could feel his heat and was tempted to hold him today when he asked to hold her.
Nyla wanted him too but she was afraid that if she did, she wouldn't let him go.
She knew he was different, too different but the problem is, she liked him.
A lot.
She wanted to drown in him and be with him.
The second he wraps his arms around her, a sweet calmness washes over her entire body.
She wants this incredible feeling to last forever so she revels in his embrace.
She felt so amazingly good, she never wanted it to end.
His arms are caressing her back slowly, the warmth of his strong fingers searing her skin through her dress.
Without thinking, Nyla reaches up and touches her fingertips to his face.
He pulls back. "You sure about this?"
"Yes," she answers. "Tonight, I want to focus on us because these past days, I can't help but feel something towards you. So tonight, let's just focus on us."
"And tomorrow?"
"I just want to make out with you right now. Do you?"
"That depends."
"On what?" Nyla asks.
He leans forward and kisses the sensitive spot right under her ear, then whispers, "If you want to stop at kissing, or go further."
When he brushes his lips slowly down her neck, she throws her head back and hopes he continues to go slow.
She wants to savor in the moment.
"That feels so good." She moans as he lets his lips rest on the spot where he can feel her pulse. He kisses the spot lightly. "Keep doing that."
He kisses it again. And again. And again. "Your pulse is racing," he whispers against her skin.
"Because it's you, Jake," she says, which makes him smile against her skin. "You do this to me."
She puts her hand on his chest. Through his shirt, she can feel his heart beating hard and fast against her palm. "Yours is, too."
"Mmm," he says before she feels the softness of his warm, wet tongue replace his lips on her pulse.
Nyla suddenly gets dizzy and grabs his shoulders for support. His strong arms lock around her immediately and hold her steady.
It's romantic. The shades are closed and they have total privacy from the chaos outside. A few slashes of dim light between the slats break through the darkness of the room.
Nyla doesn't know if it's the alcohol she drank that's making her want him so much, but she's never felt this way.
She wants this to last forever.
When his lips sear a path down her neck and he gently pushes the straps of her dress away to kiss the top of her shoulder, she can't take it anymore.
"If you don't kiss me right now, I'm going to die." She pants.
He chuckles.
"Do you want me?" She asks.
He hesitates for a split second, but then she feel his palm cup her cheek while his thumb moves back and forth like a soft caress across her lips.
"Oh, yeah," he says. "Real badly."
She closes her eyes and kisses his thumb.
"Does this feel good?" he asks, replacing his thumb with a touch of his lips.
"Yes," She whispers back. Her hands weave into his hair.
She must be more than buzzed, because all she can think about is his lips brushing against hers.
A flick of his tongue against her lips makes her breath hitch.
"Let me taste you." He moans.
Her tongue reaches out for his. He's a breath away, waiting for her. When their tongues collide, it's hot and wet and slippery and slow … it feels dirty and sexy and beautiful all at once.
She melts into him as he holds her close. Their mouths are open and tasting each other. She feels like her insides are molten lava as he cups his hands over her butt and urges her closer.
She feels him against her, and his obvious bodily reaction to their kiss makes her body ache for his touch.
They're both breathing heavily now. The place has no air-conditioning, and she's starting to sweat.
In one motion, she breaks their kiss and pulls her dress over her head.
She's standing there in her bra and panties.
Nyla takes his hand and places it over her bra. His breath catches, and the hot air around them seems even more electrified than before.
His fingers skim the silky satin of her bra and the sensitive skin between her breasts. His hands are skilled and slow. He's teasing her, and she's breathing harder in anticipation of him pulling the material aside.
Waiting is complete torture.
She can't wait anymore. She reaches around and unhooks her bra, then lets it fall to the floor.
She wishes she could see his face right now.
"Your turn," she says playfully, then tugs on the bottom of his shirt. "I want to feel your skin against mine."
He hesitates again.
"It's okay," She tells him. "We're just... having fun. Do you want to have fun?"
Without further hesitation he rips off his shirt and immediately pulls her against him. Her breasts crush against his hard, lean body.
While he caresses her bare back and his hands move down to cup her butt again, she wraps her arms around his neck and her legs around his body.
His hands hold her suspended in midair until he carries her to the nearest wall. He presses against her body, holding her against the wall while they grind against each other. His hardness presses against her softness, and she wishes they were naked but at the same time glad they're not, because right now she's not in control. She's lost it, and she has the feeling he has, too.
"Tell me...to stop." He groans against her lips.
She doesn't. She can't. She won't. Instead, she wraps her legs around him tighter, urging him to keep moving.
He does.
She bites down hard on his bottom lip when things get too intense, too emotional. Her hands are on his hot chest and she can't hold back anymore.
She wraps her arms around him tighter and whimpers against his neck. Her entire world explodes around her, and the feeling won't stop. Then she feels him grabbing her tighter while he comes apart in her arms. It's just … wow.
There are no words to describe the experience.
She couldn't if she tried.
They catch their breath and she unwraps herself from him and stands.
Jake is still shaking and she is too.
"That was..."
"Amazing." Jake finishes. He looks at her and caresses her cheek.
They don't say anything. Jake tosses her her bra and dress and waits until she's finished dressing.
"That was fun, wasn't it?" Nyla says as she finishes pulling down her dress.
Jake chuckles and presses against her.
"It was more than that, angel." He whispers as he leans down to kiss her again.
Now that he's had a taste of her, there's a need in Jake that only Nyla can sedate.
And he knows that he's attracted to her not just by her body but by everything else.
He promised himself he would never get emotionally attached to any girl but he can't help it with Nyla.
But sooner or later, he has to face reality.
Nyla has to make a choice to be either a demon or a human and she has to do it willingly.
He's afraid of losing her but he knows what's coming and frankly he doesn't want to know.
"We should go, darling." Jake says, pulling back, wishing that this moment could last forever.
This feeling he has towards Nyla is intense and passionate and he doesn't know how to react with it.
No one's made him feel this way.
But Nyla does and he wonders if this is how it feels to be in love.
He stops thinking when Nyla sighs against his lips.
He doesn't even remember kissing her but he doesn't care because she makes him feel and he doesn't want to stop feeling.