“That’s okay. Make yourself at home,” she said out loud.But, that was not okay. Not okay at all! Like the monster he was, he prowled in her tiny apartment like it was some sort of hunting ground. That was how she felt as she walked to her wardrobe, turning her back on him and swallowing down her fear.Still, she was confident, compared to just a moment before. He had no idea she could now block him out of her mind. She pulled up her bathrobe as she was about to choose an outfit. Damn, everything was in plain sight here, she thought as she eyed her clothes. She should have warned him that she was about to get dressed.Tucking her wet strand of hair behind her ear awkwardly, she turned around to look at him and her breath hitched.No. He was not standing behind her nor even looking at her. He was simply lounging on her faded couch, his eyes set straight. It was how he looked, and the way he carried himself, there was something different about everything he did. In his black clothes th
Danica was experiencing what she had thought to be impossible. No time to react. That was everything that shrouded him, wasn’t that? Impossibility. That was his entire existence itself.After a few minutes of a colorful void, she found herself in a stylish, vintage hall, which she had little time to pay attention to. She was ashamed to admit she slumped down on the floor like a doll despite being a hunter. She was trying not to hurl her guts out onto the thick carpet. Dry-heaving on the floor, she looked up from his polished leather shoes to the strands of his raven hair which fell over his forehead, the most disordered state she had ever seen him in. He towered over her, making her feel like she was kneeling down in front of a king.Like she was worshiping him. He looked dignified and…and wrathful. “Where is this?! What—” she wheezed. “What did you just do? Did you tel-teleport? Could you do that?! Im-impossible.”“Teleportation?” his lips curved up slightly before his face fell fl
Never had she felt this captured in a male’s hand. Emotionally. Physically. And, mentally. Sure, she had only ever been with Dave, even a kiss. But, Dave might as well be a naïve boy compared to Reign, or Fragor. The way he possessed her lips, this time was different from the first time he had kissed her at the night of his party.She should be so ashamed of herself for comparing Dave to the one who was responsible for his death. How utterly shameless, even if it was a mere instinctive thought. Guilt took over her while she let Reign do as he wished.“Oh…” she whimpered and her lips cracked open with a press of his pointy fangs. It was not painful, but he had used slight force to let his tongue intrude into her mouth. He explored it like her mouth was no longer hers anymore. Like it belonged to him.And it might as well be, since she had become a shell filled only with guilty desire. He would not have to force a thing but she could not match his aggressiveness. Her mouth could barely
She felt his chin against her head, his smile ruffling a few strands of hair. He had always had a spell on her, the one which had nothing to do with witchcraft.Hate, want, and something deeper seized her head and her body. The fact that they were out in the open went out of her mind; she had no choice but to respond to his demand. Her body arched towards him, her lips kissing the base of his throat, between his collarbones.A pink cluster of elms swirled in the wind before it landed near their entangled feet when she was lifted from the ground. A determination glinted in his hooded eyes when he spared a glance at her, carrying her in his arms. Dangerous and dark with a warning of finality. For her.She simply leaned into his chest, finding no word or thought. Right for this second, everything was up to him. Not her. Danica shut her eyes for a second and when she opened them again, they were before the sports car with which Mr. Hacke had come visiting her street once. The car door op
Her bare back against the wooden board, she twisted around as soon as the pressure over her body was reduced, which he had done with a flick of his physical hand. Of course, she could have protested him out loud, to stop, but the sounds that came out of her mouth were incoherent. The invisible fingers stroked her shoulders; trailed her collarbones; played around below them; and then went down until around her sensitive sets of flesh became the playground of his. No, he didn’t quite get there. He was just teasing her—apparently to her frustration—above her ribs and at her sides. “So entertaining to see you squirm,” he remarked casually, to her humiliation. She didn’t want to be this senseless creature, so easy for him to toy with. She gritted her teeth, to stop her twisting about while his stroking continued.“Should I continue?” He looked so smug. “Or stop?”There, he asked, at the same time stopping the sensation.“Please don’t…” she answered in near-anguish. No lie. No deception.
Sweat poured out of her scalp despite the chilling air. The slightly sticky, flame-red strands tickled her shoulders. Since she had not thought he would accept her invitation, she had not prepared herself for this moment. But she could never have—even if she had believed otherwise–for a moment like ‘this’.She might as well be his trophy or his new car, since he was scrutinizing her up and down. Her heart could not slow down its aggressive pounding while her flesh trembled with the thrumming blood. A brief moment he was taking, like he was actually in a rush, but for her it was so long.The ceiling light that was falling over her and him felt different. To him, it was bowing down and wanting to admire his unearthly appearance, but did not quite have enough capacity to do so and was feeling guilty for it.To her, however, the light was too bright, too glaring, and she almost wanted to cover herself. Almost, because his assessing eyes over her completely naked body was like some sort of
What she wanted right now was to undress him, to see him baring himself just as she was being so, and most importantly to lose his control. “I’m fine.” She reached for his shirt to unbutton it.With both hands, she started undoing his shirt. The vampires… since they don’t sweat, he appeared to have not lifted a finger the entire night, no sign of exertion on him. At first, with his composed face, he watched her fingers move through his buttons. One after another. When only a few buttons remained, she pulled the shirt out of his slacks. She was wrong; he was not letting her get away even with this. His hand moved like a flash; it seized her hands together.“No,” he blinked slowly and was gone.At her bedside, he stood facing away and buttoning his shirt back up. She rose in surprise, supporting herself on her elbows. Why would be a stupid question, he had already told her.He turned back around before placing his hand on her chest and pushing her gently down on the bed. At that secon
None of that mattered anymore. All of this should be gone before the morning arrived… everything about him should disappear but his shell. Danica was trying her best to continue in her movements, picking up the fork and blade to slice the bread.She was trying not to falter or even breathe loudly lest that would change his mind, he might set down the wine glass and instead go for the food. Reign continued holding his glass, staring at the dark liquid for a prolonged moment. If he was suspicious, she could not tell. The way he had changed his tone earlier still made her more than cautious. She put the slices on his plate and set it down, before quickly picking up the glass.“Let’s go for the drink first then,” she managed her voice to sound casual.Under the table, she set her feet apart, ready to take a quick move if necessary. “No. You must be hungry,” he muttered, more to himself than speaking to her. He appeared distracted. Good for her.He set the glass down and she swallowed be