Torn between two

Chapter 19

Daniel’s POV

I called Layla to apologize for over reacting, well not for over reacting, but for how I yelled at her. She thought she was doing the right thing, but she had no right to give me that poison, and so much of it. Luckily, our bond still feels as strong as ever, actually even stronger since yesterday. Her touching my cheek in comfort, healed me. I don’t know how she did it, but it made me feel ten times better. It was a healing touch, all the pain I went through and still felt, was all gone.

I was disappointed when she invited her friends with us, I thought I’d get to spend some quality time with her to strengthen our bond more. I’ve been trying to think of a way to go to her apartment, she’s all alone there, but what’s a good excuse? I don’t want to make her feel uncomfortable.

Safe to say, I'm driving myself insane, with the idea of going to her now. I’ve already went for a run, swam at least for an hour, made dinner and started to renovate the room; since I am the one who destroyed it. F*ck it, I’m going.

I grab a pair of sunglasses from Layla’s room and head over to her apartment. With a few pep talks to myself, I knock on the door. Wait, she’s not alone. F*ck, the leech is early. Just as I’m about to get out of there, his royal highness opens the door with just a towel hanging on his hips. Well f*ck.

“What are you doing here?” he asks with a smug look on his face.

“Dunya forgot her sunglasses in my car earlier today.” I respond, knowing fully well it will piss him off. I hand it to him and he snatches it from my hands. It’s a lie, but he doesn’t have to know that.

“Nice of you to bring them back to her.” he says sternly and closes the door right in front of me. F*ck this s**t. How come he’s back today already!? F*cking s**t.

Wait a minute, he was practically naked. Did they f*ck?

I haven’t felt anything. How is that possible? How much of that s**t did Layla give me? It couldn’t be the potion, because I did feel the pain Monday-Wednesday. Is this some sick and twisted side effect? There was a strong connection earlier, what the hell did her touch do to me?

***

Dunya’s POV

The hot water from the shower is just what I need to relax my sore muscles. I stand underneath it for a good 10 minutes, just enjoying myself, when I feel Elijah’s hands come from behind me and pull me to his hard chest. He plants soft kisses on the back of my neck and down to my shoulder. A soft moan escapes my lips and I reach my hand up and around his neck to his hair, fisting it.

“What took you so long?” I ask him.

“Had to take care of something.” he murmurs on my neck. His left hand goes down to my navel and finds its way to my core. He spread my folds apart and rubs my nub gently, circling it. He nibbles on my neck and cups my breast with his right hand, first squeezing and then pinching my buds. I can already feel my orgasm build up from his sweet caress on my erotogenic areas. I arch my back, pushing my ass to his groin, his d*ck fully erect, pressing my lower back.

I grab his d*ck from behind me and stroke it gently, and picking up the pace with his fingers rubbing my nub He lowers himself just enough to push his d*ck deep inside me, with one quick and painful thrust. I orgasm loudly right when his tip touches my g-spot going in. He holds on to me with one hand as he continues thrusting in and out, not leaving my nub unnoticed with his other.

Second orgasm isn’t far behind as he pushes deeper with each thrust, rubbing my clit mercilessly. “Come for me again.” he hisses near his own release. And I comply easily, I come a second time almost losing control on my legs.

Somehow, he still thrusts harder into me, with no mercy and pinches my clit between his thumb and middle finger. “Oh my God!” I yell as I come the third time. This time so forcefully, that the spasming of my core, makes him come with a loud groan, his c*m filling me.

I feel lightheaded and my legs tremble, if it wouldn’t be for Elijah’s hands holding me up, I would’ve collapsed to the floor.

***

After the shower, Elijah insisted we’d go to his villa. Mr. Whitlock was already there and he’d made me dinner. I devoured every last bit of it gladly, since Elijah ‘had already eaten’. I was exhausted and wanted to go to bed, it was already really late. Time flies, when you f*ck multiple times.

Elijah wanted to give me somethings he’d bought for me on his trip home, even though I didn’t ask for anything. He had bought me perfumes, lingerie and a special moisturizer cream with sun lotion he said his friend makes, that’s supposed to be really good for your skin; made with natural ingredients. After the sales pitch he gave me about it, I had to try it on. It smelt really good; honey and vanilla. He rubbed it all over my sore body, massaging gently. A girl can really get used to this.

We went to bed, me snuggling on to his chest and I just had to talk to him about the condom thing. Now that my mind worked a bit clearer, I had to scold him about not using one.

“Hey, I wanted to talk to you about the whole condom thing...” I start.

“I don’t have any diseases, if that’s what you’re wondering.” he blurts before I continue what I was saying.

“That’s good to hear and neither do I. But you should always use a condom when you don’t know the other person. It’s something they teach you in middle school. What if I had something?”

“Well, you don’t. So, no harm.” He simply reply's, with no care in the world. I sit up and look at him with a frown.

“I could’ve had something. Lucky for you I do have an intrauterine device.” I say rolling my eyes.

“Babe, if you’re so worried you can get a checkup, but I’m telling you, I don’t have anything, and I’m not worried about getting anything from you.”

“Fine. I don’t doubt you, or anything. It’s just, important, you know.”

“Yes, I know. I’ll book you a doctor's appointment for Monday, so you can feel comfortable.” he says and pulls me back to his chest. “You have to admit, it feels so much better.” he says with a grin.

“Of course, it does...” I murmur.

***

Elijah’s POV

Should I just tell her? What if she freaks out? This is ridiculous, I’ve never been so afraid before. I need her to be okay with this and it pains me to keep lying to her. I’ve had so many lovers over the years, that you’d think it would be easy to spit it out, but not with her. I really care what she thinks. There’s no way I’m losing her to that mutt, especially if she truly is his mate. She can’t be, she’s mine.

“Dunya?” I ask gently, only to see if she’s fallen asleep. She’s just too precious when she’s sleeping, with her gentle snore. I gently roll her to her side and slip out of bed. She makes me feel hunger like never before, I wonder if it’s because of our bond and her sweet scent.

I go to the basement to get some blood bags; I should restock soon. After I’m finished, I get up the stairs, to hear Dunya screaming. I bolt upstairs to my room and over to Dunya.

“Babe, calm down.” I go to bed and pull her to my lap. She’s shaking and terrified. “It was just a nightmare, it wasn’t real.” I gently stroke her head, which is against my chest.

“It just seemed so real...” she murmurs terrified.

“It was just a dream, babe. Want to tell me what happened?” I squeeze her closer to me, comforting her.

“I saw my own death... It was so vivid Elijah. I’ve never seen a dream like that, so real...” she says between sobs. I kiss her forehead and lay her down on the bed, getting next to her and pulling her to my chest.

“Everything's okay, you’re safe with me. Try to get some rest.” I hush and hold her tightly. It doesn’t take long for her to fall asleep again. She relaxes in my arms, and soon I fall asleep myself.

Dunya’s POV

My dream last night was horrible. I’ve never seen dreams so vivid, so weird and scary. I guess with all the ‘vampire’ jokes around my mind created the dream. I saw Elijah with blood red eyes and sharp fangs attacking me. His whole demeanor was terrifying, nothing like the Elijah I know. It was like a demon had taken control of his body and he couldn´t stop himself. I couldn’t fight him off no matter what I tried and he drained me of my blood.

Even though it was just the dream, it fell really real. I could feel the bite on my neck, his rough hands on my body and the sensation of blood loss. I felt so helpless. Nothing I could do or say. It wasn’t until I heard Elijah’s calming voice that I came to the real world. Even now that I’m awake, I still have this feeling of uneasiness.

Elijah had some skype meetings during the day, so I decided to go the beach for some me time. We talked about me spending the whole next week with him, so I needed some alone time. Elijah insisted that Mr. Whitlock should drive me there and back, but I really didn’t feel comfortable with that. What would the poor man do when I’m just lying on the beach? He doesn’t really seem the type to put on his trunks and relax in the sun.

So, he made me take his Mercedes, which I’m going to wreck for sure. He didn’t take a no for an answer even though I told him he’s not getting his car back in one peace. I went home to change into my bikinis and also get some stuff for my weeks stay. I couldn’t let Mr. Whitlock go and buy me more stuff.

As I was rummaging through my stuff, I noticed a pair of sunglasses on my dresser I’ve never seen before. Weird, where did these come from? I quickly snapped a photo of them and sent it to my friends, I knew who had been at my apartment asking if any of them lost it.

Not giving it much thought after that, I opened my phone to search for nice beaches in Athens and decided on one just 20 minutes away from my place. Perfect.