Erik I am so angry that I can’t even articulate it to her. She is like ice beside me in the back of the car, head firmly locked looking out of the window away from me. How she can be angry at me is beyond belief, she put herself in a ridiculously dangerous situation for a reason that escapes me. Mercifully I was there to help her, even if I hate her for what she has done to me I never want to see her hurt in that way. Yet I do want answers from her. As the car draws to a stop in front of the apartment building she doesn’t even glance in my direction as she harshly pushes open the car door. Ah hell no! I dive out of my side and catch her just as she stands upright. I know I grab her a little too roughly but she is not getting away from me without an explanation. Her eyes bore into me full of annoyance, well she better get used to it I’m not going away. She will give me what I want from her. The noise from the cocktail bar across the street draws my attention and I realise it
Amelia Time itself seems to stop as I am captured by his gaze. I don’t know why I let him do it, I had frozen when he reached out and pulled out my hair, the feel of his fingers running through it like a perfect dream. The gentleness with which he wiped away my lipstick, the reverence in his voice as he whispered his name for me. Now here we are just staring at each other, a strange energy flowing between us. Anger gone, a dangerous place for us to be. Without breaking his gaze I reach for my champagne and drink the whole glass in one go. The corner of his lip turns up amused by my reaction to him. The fucker. Desperately I search for that spark of rage inside that I need as my armour against him. Without it I am likely to say or do something stupid, something that could get us both killed. My hand trembles a little as I place the empty glass back on the table. I need to get out of here, away from him. I move to rise from the booth, to make my escape but he’s already the
Erik My heart and mind race together as she walks slowly, seductively, towards me, utter perfection. That part of me that is so filled with rage towards her is buried deep in this moment. All I can think of is her, how much I want her once more, how much of her I have been denied over the centuries. She was supposed to be mine. And now tonight at least she is, every single inch of her will belong to me. I relish the moment she drops her blazer revealing the tight material clinging to her every curve. My eyes are glued to her as she slowly unbuttons the trousers, the wiggle of her hips as she works free from them. The deliciously slow movement of her elegant fingers as she slides her top up her body and over her head, her full breasts barely contained by her lace bra, the little lace shorts making my cock twitch. Still in those killer heels she closes the rest of the distance between us. Her delicate fingers work their way under my shirt quickly alleviating me from its c
Amelia As the first cracks of daylight seep around the heavy curtains I wake with an instant feeling of dread. I can’t move wrapped so tightly in Erik’s arms, his face nuzzled into my hair, a sweet and comforting embrace for anyone but us. I feel the panic begin to bubble inside of me, how could I be so stupid? The adrenaline of killing those creeps was like a drug and I seem to have lost my mind last night. Giving in to my desires, tasting what I know I can never have. Not only have I endangered Erik and I but that poor girl who’s still in Damian’s clutches, how could I have been so reckless. If he ever finds out about this he will make us all pay. Gingerly I work myself free from his grasp, ever so slowly so as not to wake him. I can not face the conversation he would want to have today, the look in his eyes as I crushed him once more, his life is more important to me than my own and I will not risk it just so I can steal another moment of happiness. I steal just a
Erik I feel the shift of the bed as she gets up and walks away from me before I can even open my eyes. A pang of loss resonates inside of me. I know she has not just walked away from me but pulled away yet again. Anger bubbles inside of me once more like it did that day I finally found out she was alive still. It’s an almost alien emotion, not something that sits well with me and not one I had ever thought I would connect with her. She had captured my heart the first moment I had found her. We had heard rumours of the hunters rampaging across the land, brutally slaughtering and torturing anyone they considered a witch or even suspected. We had been too late to reach her village. The carnage that had greeted us was enough to drive fear into the bravest heart and there she was this beautiful delicate soul amongst the devastation. Her amber eyes so full of pain had captured me in their power. She was too young at that time for me to recognise what I had really felt for her,
Amelia Sliding to the floor with the door at my back I feel the tears slide down my cheeks as I hear him walk away with a heavy sigh. I can’t move from the floor paralysed by the strength of pain I feel inside. The memories it has brought back to me, the wonder of being with him, how completely he fills my heart. How I can never have him again, this is too dangerous a game. With that thought I pull myself from the floor and dry my tears. I haven’t wasted a thousand years protecting him for it to fail now. Looking at myself in the mirror I barely recognise the reflection, how I wish it was his Lia that stared back at me but it is a hardened defeated version of myself that I see. Pulling out my make up I put on my armour, the heavy dramatic eyes and blood red lips. Drying my hair I pull it into a chic tight bun and pull on a long figure hugging black designer dress with a pair of killer heels. That’s better, it’s amazing what hair and make up can do for your mindset. I
Amelia Hours have passed and I can’t concentrate at all, I’ve looked at the same set of data six times now and I still have no idea what it’s telling me. My eyes are glued to him, his presence has been truly felt in the lab since he arrived, his mind is sharp and he’s been guiding multiple points of development and research. Honestly I wished I had him here years ago from a purely scientific viewpoint. Yet for me he is the biggest distraction I could have. His words echo through my mind constantly making it impossible to focus on anything else, a part of my considering if I could tell him everything. Wanting desperately to tell him everything and have him truly look at me the way he used to but I have not completely lost my mind. He is strong, powerful, I know this but he is not Damian strong and powerful no matter how much I wish he was. It would not work, I would be sending him straight to his death. He can never know the truth and I need to find a way to regain con
Amelia ** trigger warning this scene contains a disturbing abuse of power in a dom/sub dynamic with violence but has a satisfying conclusion*** I nod a quick greeting to the security at the club as they whisk me through. There is a private room for those on the court to change and store our things. Relived to be here my head already begins to clear as I search my locker for something appropriate to slip into. Knowing I have a burning desire to reassert my dominance I choose a tight black leather crotchless body suit with a heavy silver zip up the front, leaving the zip low enough that there is a healthy amount of cleavage on display. Slipping a matching black and silver leather mask over my eyes and putting on black patent spikes heels covered in silver studs. Taking a moment to look at myself in the mirror I square my shoulders and put thoughts of Erik to the back of my mind. Time to find a cute little submissive to play with. I wander through the main floor looking f