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Story: Ache For Her
I moved toward Delilah, but she moved away. She found herself pressed against Kayleigh and stilled a moment before pulling herself up and then flipping herself over the back of the couch. “Stay away from me. All of you.” Her eyes darted to each one of us like we were an imminent threat. She even grabbed a vase off a nearby table and held it up like she would chuck it at someone.
I couldn’t help myself, I laughed.
She launched it at me. Surprise only took me off guard for a second before I plucked it out of the air and placed it safely down on the coffee table in front of me. “Delilah, did you really think throwing a vase at me would stop me from getting to you if I really wanted to?”
I stepped closer, and she took another step back. “Don’t, Simon. I want to leave.”
Fury washed over me. Leave? I’d brought her here. Here. To my fucking home, and now she wanted to leave? A growl ripped from my throat, and I was in front of her in an instant, my hands at her chin. “And go where?” I seethed. “Back home? To a man who doesn’t even want you?”
Behind me, I heard Kayleigh urging the others from the room. Sasha balked, but eventually, Luca enticed her with a quickie in his room. If only Delilah had heard that. She’d understand it wasn’t about feelings with the feeders, it was all just about how we made one another feel. Why else would she want to go if it wasn’t about jealousy?
Soon, we were alone again.
“You don’t know that he doesn’t want me,” she said. “You probably took me here right when he was closing in on you. Actually, I know you did, Simon. I want to go home.”
Understanding dawned. This was about trust. Something happened that made her not trust me. Anger seized control of me, made worse by the fear brewing underneath. I didn’t want to lose her. She was the only person who’d ever made me feel like maybe I wasn’t a monster. Not even Galen had done that. In fact, we used to pride ourselves on being monsters until he woke up one day and decided that Kayleigh was more important to him than that. Maybe that was what was happening to me now. If so, I couldn’t lose her. “And what makes you think I would even let you go? I took you, remember? Took you when you had your little plaything pressed against your pussy while you murmured my name over and over again. You don’t want to go anywhere, especially not away from me.”
She shook her head. “This isn’t right,” she said, her voice quaking. She looked all around the room as if something or someone would save her. “Vampires, and Feeders whomissedyou,” she said. “This place isn’t real. It’s disgusting.”
“So, that’s the real reason, isn’t it?” I asked, glaring at her. “You’re jealous. You’re making this big scene because you think I’ll bow down to your every wish. You think I’ll relent and give up who I am. I won’t, Delilah. This is who I am.”
She clutched my wrists. “And this is who I am, Simon. I don’t want to be here. I don’t know what I was thinking before. You kidnapped me. You tortured me. Still somehow, through all that, I let it go.” A tear ran down her face. “But I just can’t do it anymore, Simon. We’re not from the same world, and I’m not going to stay here and watch you continue to be you when the very thought of it sickens me.”
“Sickens you? You don’t mind when my cock is buried so deep in your pussy you can’t think straight, but the moment you see something you don’t like, you don’t want to be here anymore? If that’s not hypocritical, I don’t know what is.”
“Don’t pretend like you care,” she said, throwing the words at me. “You’ve never given me any reason to believe you actually do. The only reason why you even took me is to get revenge, and you can’t get it anymore because my grandfather doesn’t care. You don’t need me anymore, so let me go.”
“No,” I bellowed.
“I’m not staying.”
She ripped her chin from my grip. My nails cut through her skin leaving deep scratches. She turned to make her way out the door, but I was right there. I twisted her around and pinned her against the door. Need pulsed through me. She wasn’t going anywhere.
I covered her mouth with my own, kissing her like we had back on the train. Emotions swam through me, each of them bumping against one another as if I didn’t know what to think at all.
I wanted Delilah. I couldn’t deny it any longer. But how? Why? And for what purpose?
I tasted blood. I pulled back to see that some of the blood from the scratch on her chin had smeared on her face while we kissed. I licked her, and she trembled. I did it again, and she sighed. “Don’t deny that you want me.”
Her hips circled against mine, and we both groaned in need. “I’m not,” she said. I moved forward, licking her wounds until the blood stopped flowing. Then I kissed my way down her neck, pulling down the collar of her shirt to kiss the very tip of her shoulder.
Her hand reached out and cupped me through my jeans. I ground against her. “You’re staying.”
“No.”
I growled, then bit her neck. I pulled long swallows of her sweet draught from her body, reveling in its taste. It made my body tingle. She worked me through my jeans until I meticulously undressed her from the waist down. She fumbled with my own pants, so I moved her hands out of the way and pushed them to the floor along with my boxers until there was nothing between us physically. Mentally, there were a thousand barriers, but we’d never had a physical one. Even when I was supposed to be torturing her for her grandfather’s sins, I ended up torturing her for the sensual pleasure of it. And she loved it too. She could deny it all she wanted, but she loved the pleasure pain I put her through. Maybe that was her problem, and why she wanted to leave. She didn’t want to be that kind of person, but she hadn’t realized she was already that person.
I pinned her against the door and slid inside her warmth. “This isn’t going to be pretty,” I warned.
She cried out as I started to pound inside her. Already, I could feel her slipping away. She didn’t know she was already too much like me to go back, but I couldn’t make her see it either. She had to get there all by herself. Shit. I stumbled as when I came to the realization. Even though I was straining inside her, as soon as this was over, I would let her leave if she wanted to. I couldn’t keep her against her will. Maybe I’d changed too much.
“Fuck, Simon!”
I didn’t relent. If this was the last time I was going to be buried inside her, it was going to be memorable.
I wound my hand around her hip and then between us. She trembled as I started playing with her clit as I fucked her. She tried to move my hand out of the way, but I didn’t let her. “Too much,” she said.
It was never too much.
I couldn’t help myself, I laughed.
She launched it at me. Surprise only took me off guard for a second before I plucked it out of the air and placed it safely down on the coffee table in front of me. “Delilah, did you really think throwing a vase at me would stop me from getting to you if I really wanted to?”
I stepped closer, and she took another step back. “Don’t, Simon. I want to leave.”
Fury washed over me. Leave? I’d brought her here. Here. To my fucking home, and now she wanted to leave? A growl ripped from my throat, and I was in front of her in an instant, my hands at her chin. “And go where?” I seethed. “Back home? To a man who doesn’t even want you?”
Behind me, I heard Kayleigh urging the others from the room. Sasha balked, but eventually, Luca enticed her with a quickie in his room. If only Delilah had heard that. She’d understand it wasn’t about feelings with the feeders, it was all just about how we made one another feel. Why else would she want to go if it wasn’t about jealousy?
Soon, we were alone again.
“You don’t know that he doesn’t want me,” she said. “You probably took me here right when he was closing in on you. Actually, I know you did, Simon. I want to go home.”
Understanding dawned. This was about trust. Something happened that made her not trust me. Anger seized control of me, made worse by the fear brewing underneath. I didn’t want to lose her. She was the only person who’d ever made me feel like maybe I wasn’t a monster. Not even Galen had done that. In fact, we used to pride ourselves on being monsters until he woke up one day and decided that Kayleigh was more important to him than that. Maybe that was what was happening to me now. If so, I couldn’t lose her. “And what makes you think I would even let you go? I took you, remember? Took you when you had your little plaything pressed against your pussy while you murmured my name over and over again. You don’t want to go anywhere, especially not away from me.”
She shook her head. “This isn’t right,” she said, her voice quaking. She looked all around the room as if something or someone would save her. “Vampires, and Feeders whomissedyou,” she said. “This place isn’t real. It’s disgusting.”
“So, that’s the real reason, isn’t it?” I asked, glaring at her. “You’re jealous. You’re making this big scene because you think I’ll bow down to your every wish. You think I’ll relent and give up who I am. I won’t, Delilah. This is who I am.”
She clutched my wrists. “And this is who I am, Simon. I don’t want to be here. I don’t know what I was thinking before. You kidnapped me. You tortured me. Still somehow, through all that, I let it go.” A tear ran down her face. “But I just can’t do it anymore, Simon. We’re not from the same world, and I’m not going to stay here and watch you continue to be you when the very thought of it sickens me.”
“Sickens you? You don’t mind when my cock is buried so deep in your pussy you can’t think straight, but the moment you see something you don’t like, you don’t want to be here anymore? If that’s not hypocritical, I don’t know what is.”
“Don’t pretend like you care,” she said, throwing the words at me. “You’ve never given me any reason to believe you actually do. The only reason why you even took me is to get revenge, and you can’t get it anymore because my grandfather doesn’t care. You don’t need me anymore, so let me go.”
“No,” I bellowed.
“I’m not staying.”
She ripped her chin from my grip. My nails cut through her skin leaving deep scratches. She turned to make her way out the door, but I was right there. I twisted her around and pinned her against the door. Need pulsed through me. She wasn’t going anywhere.
I covered her mouth with my own, kissing her like we had back on the train. Emotions swam through me, each of them bumping against one another as if I didn’t know what to think at all.
I wanted Delilah. I couldn’t deny it any longer. But how? Why? And for what purpose?
I tasted blood. I pulled back to see that some of the blood from the scratch on her chin had smeared on her face while we kissed. I licked her, and she trembled. I did it again, and she sighed. “Don’t deny that you want me.”
Her hips circled against mine, and we both groaned in need. “I’m not,” she said. I moved forward, licking her wounds until the blood stopped flowing. Then I kissed my way down her neck, pulling down the collar of her shirt to kiss the very tip of her shoulder.
Her hand reached out and cupped me through my jeans. I ground against her. “You’re staying.”
“No.”
I growled, then bit her neck. I pulled long swallows of her sweet draught from her body, reveling in its taste. It made my body tingle. She worked me through my jeans until I meticulously undressed her from the waist down. She fumbled with my own pants, so I moved her hands out of the way and pushed them to the floor along with my boxers until there was nothing between us physically. Mentally, there were a thousand barriers, but we’d never had a physical one. Even when I was supposed to be torturing her for her grandfather’s sins, I ended up torturing her for the sensual pleasure of it. And she loved it too. She could deny it all she wanted, but she loved the pleasure pain I put her through. Maybe that was her problem, and why she wanted to leave. She didn’t want to be that kind of person, but she hadn’t realized she was already that person.
I pinned her against the door and slid inside her warmth. “This isn’t going to be pretty,” I warned.
She cried out as I started to pound inside her. Already, I could feel her slipping away. She didn’t know she was already too much like me to go back, but I couldn’t make her see it either. She had to get there all by herself. Shit. I stumbled as when I came to the realization. Even though I was straining inside her, as soon as this was over, I would let her leave if she wanted to. I couldn’t keep her against her will. Maybe I’d changed too much.
“Fuck, Simon!”
I didn’t relent. If this was the last time I was going to be buried inside her, it was going to be memorable.
I wound my hand around her hip and then between us. She trembled as I started playing with her clit as I fucked her. She tried to move my hand out of the way, but I didn’t let her. “Too much,” she said.
It was never too much.