Chapter 16 – Dahlia #2
I just can’t figure it out and the more drunk I get, the less I want to cry and scream and the more I want an answer. This isn’t fair. You can’t just cut someone off like this with barely an explanation.
With newfound determination, fueled by liquid courage, I pound back the rest of my drink and head out into the night. The clouds are lower now and the air smells like rain, feels like mist. I head over the bridge, following the route I know by heart now all the way to Valtu’s house.
When I finally get there, it starts to rain, and I’m wondering what my plan is after all. I guess knock on his door and see if he’s home. There are no lights on that I can see from the front view but he is a vampire so that doesn’t mean anything.
But when I knock on it, there’s no answer.
I start pounding on it. “Valtu!” I yell.
No answer.
I ring the doorbell.
Nothing.
And yet I swear he’s there. My witchy sense can tell.
I go to the sides of the house but there’s no way I can scale the huge stone walls.
The rain is coming down hard now. My sweater is keeping me warm, and my leather jacket provides some protection against the rain, as does my long skirt and boots. I decide to try to access his place from another angle.
I go back on the street and walk for a bit until I see a small bridge going over the narrow canal behind his house. Then I cross over it and loop around through a small tree-filled square outside someone’s residence. From there I can see straight into Valtu’s house.
I stand there in the rain, stare at his windows.
In the breeze, the orange trees sway back and forth, some oranges falling to the ground below.
There’s only a narrow canal between me and his backyard and if I wanted to I could step onto the boat below and then step out onto his side which is unprotected.
But I don’t want to do that. I feel this is as close as I should get. I’m starting to feel like a stalker, which is ironic since vampires are usually the ones who stalk people, not the other way around.
You’re nuts , I tell myself as the rain continues to pour, fat droplets bouncing off the water of the dark canal. Get over it and go back to your place.
But I can’t. I can only stare, hoping for a sign of him. All the lights in the house are off and—
Suddenly the light in the bathroom on the second floor comes on. I watch as Valtu walks past the window, naked from the waist up, and I suck in my breath, feeling like a creep watching him but feeling so angry at the same time.
Why did you do it? I think.
As if he heard my thought, his head swivels and he looks to the window.
Then he comes right over to it and peers out.
He sees me.
He disappears. I stand there, wondering what I should do. I feel stupid, foolish. The rain keeps coming down and I’m soaked.
“Dahlia,” he cries out as he crosses his garden, nearly slipping on a fallen orange. He’s shirtless still but has a towel around his waist. I thought he was ignoring me but I guess he was in the shower. “What are you doing?” he hisses.
I shake my head, feeling tears building behind my eyes.
“Jesus,” he swears, and then steps down onto the bow of the small boat, one hand still gripping his towel as it rocks back and forth. He walks toward me and holds out his hand. “Come here.” He sounds cross.
I sniff, wishing I could disappear, but he’s insistent. I put my hand in his and he carefully guides me into the boat, across and then a big step onto his garden on the other side.
We take a few steps away from the edge of the water and he turns to me, looking me over with wild eyes. “What is wrong with you? Have you gone mad?”
I press my lips together and nod, trying to hold it together. “I think I might be.”
“Dahlia,” he says, shaking his head. Then he pulls at my hand. “Come on, let’s get you dry.”
“No,” I cry out, rooting my legs in place. “No, I want to know why you said what you did. Back there at school you told me it was over, that you were done with me. You told me to leave you the fuck alone,” I sputter, throwing my arms out, the rain flinging off of me. “Why did you say all that?”
“I told you,” he says, stepping toward me so he’s towering above. “It’s dangerous.”
“But for who?”
“For you!” he hisses, grabbing my shoulders, his fingers digging into my jacket. “It’s dangerous for you.”
I blink at him, droplets gathered in my lashes falling and mixing with the tears on my cheeks. “Please explain to me how. I deserve to know the truth, Valtu. If you don’t tell me the truth, then I’ve given you my all for nothing. I trusted you.”
“I can’t explain,” he says through gritted teeth, his jaw tense as his eyes search mine. “Please keep on trusting me when I say this is for your benefit.”
I raise my chin. “It’s a cop-out. You got scared.”
“I did get scared! Scared of losing you.” He releases my shoulders and runs his hand over his face, looking away.
“You’re not going to lose me,” I tell him quietly, reaching out for his arm. I run my fingers down it, grasping his fingers. “We’re okay. Right now, the two of us, we have a good thing and we’re okay. We’re safe.”
“You don’t know who I am, my dove,” he says to me with a grimace, his words sounding pained. “You don’t know what kind of man I am.”
“I know you have darkness in you, the same I have in me.”
“No, no, it’s not the same. I’m dangerous. It’s me. I’m the one that’s dangerous. If you really knew me…”
“Then I would love you just the same.”
Shit.
The words come out of my mouth without any warning, without any thought, they just sit there in the air between us and not even the rain can wash them away.
“What?” Valtu whispers harshly.
I stare at him, blinking, because what the hell. I didn’t think I was going to say that. I didn’t even think I felt that way but now that I said it, I know it’s the truth.
I’m in fucking love with him.
The worst person I could ever fall in love with.
“I—I’m sorry,” I say, fumbling for words, looking at the shock on Valtu’s face. Now I’ve really gone and fucked shit up. First, stalking him outside his house in the damn rain, next telling him I love him, and doing both after he told me to leave him the hell alone.
I shake my head. “I know you didn’t need to hear that, I certainly didn’t mean to say it, I—”
He lunges for me, the towel dropping to the grass, and he grabs my face between his hands, kissing me hard, so hard it knocks the air from my lungs.
I immediately wrap my arms around him, pulling him as close to me as possible as the rain beats down around us, wanting more, more, and he gives me this, pressing his body against mine, completely naked now, his cock hard and pressing into my hip, his lips moving hungrily against mine.
I can feel the passion coursing through me, building, playing with my emotions, mixing them with need, and I melt into him as our tongues dance together in the rain.
He pulls back slightly, looking deep into my eyes with a look of raw desire, one I’ve seen plenty of times, and yet this one seems different. It’s almost the look of a mad man.
Without warning, he lifts me up off the ground and spins me around so that my back is pressed up against a nearby trunk of an orange tree, scattering more oranges to the ground.
He urgently removes my jacket, throwing it to the side, hikes up my skirt to my waist, then slides his hand up my thigh, grabbing the seam of soaking wet panties and ripping them off of me.
I cry out in surprise, the rain is coming down harder now, and the cold air makes my body shiver, goosebumps forming on my flesh even though my skin feels like fire.
He reaches around and cups my ass, lifting me up slightly, and I wrap my legs around him and pull him close to me as he pushes me against the tree, the bark abrasive against my sweater.
He kisses me hard again, so damn deeply it’s like he’s fucking my mouth, and his cock twitches, hard and expectant against my inner thigh.
I groan and he presses it against me, rubbing it along my wetness, his cock sliding along my clit, and I cry out with desire, my whole body throbbing with painful need for him.
He suddenly thrusts hard inside me, filling me up until I feel I might break. I throw my head back against the tree and moan, the rain washing away all of my inhibitions. I wrap my arms around him and press my body against him, wanting him to never, ever leave me.
He starts to move inside of me, rocking his hips, his cock sliding in and out of me, my pussy quivering and shaking with need for him.
He’s a machine now, thrusting into me hard, his hips rocking against me, his rock-hard length shoving deeper and deeper.
His mouth finds mine again and he kisses me, our lips aching for one another, and it’s raw and messy and I can’t get enough of him.
With his cock stiff and throbbing inside me, I push my hips back against him, needing him deeper inside of me, wanting to feel all of him, all at once.
He thrusts harder, faster, and I moan loudly, the sound of the rain drowning out my voice. His hands grip my ass tightly and he pushes me against the tree harder, pinning me against the trunk.
He moves his hips faster now, grunting in pure determination and desire like he wants to fuck me to death, his cock thrusting deeper inside me, my moans growing louder, and I feel like I’m going to explode with this wild greed for him.
“My love,” he whispers to me, his voice ragged, his eyes feverish as he meets my gaze. “Oh, fuck. Your cunt is heaven.”
His cock slides easily in and out and I’m so wet that he’s starting to slip when he goes faster and I can feel my whole body tense, a hot coil of need inside me tightening and tightening.
His hand is under my sweater, squeezing at my breast, while his other is at my mouth, his thumb pushing between my lips.
I suck at him for a moment and then gasp he drives in so deep it feels like I’m being nailed to the tree.
“Fuck!” I cry out, not caring if the neighbors hear us. Not caring about anything right now but that urgent need to come on his cock.
I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face in his shoulder, my hips grinding against his, our bodies completely in tune with one another.
He thrusts hard, and I can feel his cock deep inside me, his whole body tightens and he moans loudly, his length twitching and throbbing, and I’m ready to come.
Suddenly, my body explodes with waves of pleasure.
I cry out loudly and he wraps his arms around me, his cock still thrusting inside me as I ride them, nonsensical words falling out of my mouth as I yelp into the night.
He pulls back slightly and then before I know it he’s picking me up and pushing me to the ground. I land on top of the oranges on my hands and knees, the fruit spilling open and coating my skin red. Blood oranges.
Then he flips me around so I’m on my back, rain in my face, and he’s right on top of me, covering me with the large mass of his body. He pulls my legs apart and thrusts deep inside me, moving his hips against mine to the rhythm of the rain.
I moan loudly, my body completely overcome with pleasure and yet here I am, ready to be fucked again and again. He pounds deeper and harder into me, the rain glistening on his skin as he fucks me wildly.
And in that moment, I know that nothing could ever feel this good. I’m his for now and forever, lost in the throes of ecstasy under the wet leaves and falling fruit with him, our bodies made for each other.
Fucking hell, I love him.
How and when did this happen?
When did my heart decide to finally pipe up and take control, take hostage of my mind and body without telling me? How fucking dare it?
But my thoughts are whisked away as his mouth goes to my neck, biting lightly, sucking, licking as his hips continue to slam against me, driving himself in deeper and deeper. I let my head fall back, no longer able to contain the sounds of ecstasy that escape my lips.
I’m lost in the moment, in the feel of him, in the sound of his breathing and the way his cock slides in and out of me, sending molten hot lightning through my body.
His teeth graze my neck and I cry out, my pussy clenching tightly around him.
He groans against me, his thrusts becoming faster and harder still, our bodies slapping together, wet in every single way.
He’s pure animal when he fucks me like this, operating on basic instincts, rutting me into the earth under a violent sky.
I moan and cry out beneath him, feeling my orgasm quickly building and building.
And then it hits me, a sudden rush of pleasure that consumes every part of me.
I cry out desperately as my pussy spasms around his cock and he shudders against me, coming hard in my depths, a low, guttural moan filling the air.
He’s such a beast when he fucks and he’s even more so when he comes.
With the muscles of his thick neck corded as his head is thrown back, his shoulders straining as he spills inside me, how every muscle in his body is tight and hard, he looks like the ultimate predator, born to kill and fuck and maybe, just maybe, break your heart.
Oh damn.
That’s where I’m headed, isn’t it?
As he pulls out of me and collapses on the ground beside me, I realize that I’m in deep. Too deep to ever get out. And as I look up at the storm clouds overhead, I know it’s too late to try.