Chapter 9
After our little breakfast, I couldn’t let her out of my sight, not even for a minute.
It was as if my eyes were magnetically drawn to her, every movement, every breath.
The strands of her long copper hair, which shone a deep bronze gold during the daylight, showed a shimmer of russet-brown resembling my favorite kind of chocolate under the light of the moon.
Whenever they fell in tendrils over her beautiful rounded bosom, I just wanted to pull her close and taste that pretty mouth of hers.
I was also pretty sure her glossy lips of pearly light would look wonderful wrapped around my cock.
Her doe eyes would look right at me when I would make this little demon mine.
I had never wanted to hear a woman’s moans the way I wanted to hear hers.
I wanted to own them, every emotion, every feeling.
They were mine, only mine. My eyes were devouring all that skin that would soon bear my shadow lines.
The thoughts that went through my head when it came to her were far from saintly.
Not that I ever claimed to be a saint. I planned to do things to her that would make her scream and beg for more until she would crave only my touch.
Whenever she blushed at me, her cheeks darkened in a deep crimson red, and it only made me wonder what color she blushed when I would make her come on my tongue.
The more time I spent with her, the more intense these feelings became, and I could not wait any longer to finally have her trembling in my arms and allow me a taste.
She was in my realm for three days, and I was already utterly obsessed with every single bit of her. I wanted to break this little innocent shell of hers and release the little bird that stayed hidden. That she could fly high and down again, right into my bed.
Although I was never in the human realm, I could tell by her behavior and her movements that she was very cautious and anxious.
I tried taking it slow, letting her adjust to her new situation, but whenever she mentioned her wish to go home, I just wanted to slap her ass, devour her sweet mouth and make her sing my name.
Unfortunately, she was not only stubborn, but also plagued by nightmares. Very bad ones.
She insisted she was okay, and told me lies about getting better.
The raw fear and panic in her voice when she shared her nightmare with me for the first time made my entire body tremble.
I couldn’t bear the thought of her being in such a dangerous and terrifying situation, completely at the mercy of the sirens.
My heart clenched at what would have happened if she wasn’t saved by him.
The fear and distress I felt just thinking about it made me want to rip something apart, most preferably a siren’s face.
Sometimes the dreams would get so terrible that she would wake up breathing heavily like she was still drowning in that treacherous lake. It was like a dagger twisting in my gut. I despised my inability to help her, to be the one fighting these monsters in her stead.
My body lusted after her, my soul yearned for her, and my lungs screamed for the air only her kisses could grant me. And the shame burned just as fiercely.
The more I was near her, the more I wanted, I needed her skin on mine.
The naturally possessive and protective instincts of my vampire side had intensified rapidly, and we haven’t even bonded yet.
I wonder what my behavior would look like if we did.
I already found myself constantly keeping her close, refusing to let her out of sight for too long.
I was even getting jealous when she talked with Marielle, which was absolutely ridiculous as she had been like a mother-figure to me.
It wasn’t my aim to scare her away—my possessive nature, however, made it more than difficult for me to resist the fucking goddess in my bed. I originally insisted on getting her own bedroom, but I couldn’t live without her scent in my bed.
The more time passed without me bonding with her, the stronger the physical attraction would grow between us. And I could only pray that the darkness within me wouldn’t take a liking to her as well.
I peeked over the bed to check that she was still fast asleep under the silk sheets.
Sheets that smelled like her, and hopefully soon like us.
I stood up and took a quick shower in my bathroom, unable to stop thinking about her.
Her soft velvety skin, her hips that were curved to perfection.
She was so sinfully beautiful. I needed all my willpower not to stroke my cock and jerk off in the shower.
But I knew she was waiting for me back in the bedroom and nothing, not even this little pull of pleasure, could compare to seeing her again.
Her hands… they were worth a thousand of mine, and I wanted my release only by her touch.
I leaned against the doorframe, catching her looking around like she was searching for me.
“Missing me already?” I asked her, amused by her permanent curiosity. I believed she had been curious all her life and had finally found the chance to ask. Maybe she needed reassurance for something after feeling unsafe in the world she accidentally was brought into, but never truly belonged to.
As she gazed at me, her cheeks turned red.
It was so cute that she blushed so easily, I hoped I could bring her to blush even more with all the things I had in mind.
I threw my towel over the chair, revealing myself to her.
My upper body was bare, inked lines dancing across my torso and ending around the length of my thighs.
I got these markings due to my ability to form shadows and use them to kill or torture people.
But for her, I could use them for completely different things. Naughty things.
“Are you going to keep staring, or will you start to touch me at some point?” I mocked her as she hadn’t really moved one bit since I came through the door.
She quickly turned her head away from me, embarrassed.
“You can look now, my little demon.” Now that she finally knew why I called her that, I could feel the shiver running down her spine every time the name left my lips, and it only made me want her more.
“What are these lines on your body? Tattoos?” She was really a curious little thing. I didn’t mind, especially not when she wanted to learn every single inch of my skin, which solely belonged to her.
“They are not tattoos; these are shadow markings that I inherited from my own power.”
“So, you are a shadow man or something…” she jokingly asked. I raised my eyebrow at her, her newly awoken cockiness was quite refreshing.
“I prefer the word shadow daddy… Don’t you think, darling?” My eyes were too fixed on her, her entire being. Every part of her was so horribly beautiful, and mine.
“I would never call you that,” she declared haughtily.
“I guess when we really have sex one day Gwendolyn—and I promise you, we will—you’re not going to be able to form a single word, as you will be too driven by pleasure.”
“What makes you so sure?”
“I told you we are bound together. Your soul yearns for me, and your body desires me. It’s only going to take some time to get your stubborn heart to accept it, too.”
“I also brought you breakfast,” I said, pointing toward the dresser.
I had no idea what her favorite breakfast was, but I noticed she tended to pick the sweet pastries whenever Marielle brought back the trays to the kitchen, so I ordered my servants to bake any sort of pastry they knew.
I kind of went overboard with it, but I wanted her to have enough food to choose from.
“Thank you… could you… I mean… could you cover up maybe?” she stuttered; her cheeks started blushing again.
“Does naked skin make you so nervous… or is it my naked skin?” I teased her.
Instead of giving me a response, she just stared, bright red.
I wasn’t shy about my body, especially not with her.
She could look at me as much as she wanted to.
Sooner or later, every part of me would belong to her anyway.
I caught the scent of her desire in the air, subtle, but unmistakably mine.
Her gaze lingered on my skin, the feeling of her yearning for me just as much as I was for her was electric.
I’d never believed my body had meaning. Not until her.
Now, every inch of me ached to serve on purpose alone: to be hers, endlessly, without restraint.
Then, calmly, I threw on a white blouse with a ruffled collar, adjusting the red and blue bow tie at my throat like nothing had happened.
This business dinner wasn’t only about me and my realm anymore, but about her—the beautiful woman sitting on my bed, staring at me, indecisive about whether she was shy embracing me or liking it a bit too much.
I turned around to see Gwendolyn hiding her precious face behind her hands like she needed to force herself not to peek.
“You know, I don’t care when your pretty brown eyes are looking at me. In fact, I yearn for you to gaze at what is yours,” I told her. Although she still hid her face, I sensed that the last part of the sentence made her blush.
“But I don’t want to,” she said, which was obviously the biggest lie ever.
I could feel the effect my presence had on her.
She could try to deny the bond between us, her body, however, could not.
It was only going to be a matter of time before she surrendered to me and I could lavish upon her, making every desire of hers come true.
“Do you like what you see?” My question seemed to take her out of her daydreaming.