Chapter 20: Claim Me!
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“Damien…” That voice indeed belonged to her.
“Tasha?” I asked and surely she appeared with black mist diffusing around her.
She was so different than the one I had been snuggling with every night. Her hairs were longer than usual, flowing backwards despite the lack of breeze. The temperature was colder than normal and she wore a black strappy dress whose end was nowhere to be found. The dress seemed to disappear in the mist. Her eyes were that black pitch and lips were blood red.
She was smiling making my heart beat frantically. She cat-walked slowly towards me and I gulped hard. Her eyes were piercing my soul and I had no way to hide myself or intention to do it.
I propped up on my elbow, gulping hard as she approached me. She giggled filling up the whole room with its sound.
“Welcome to my world, Damien.” She said and my breath hitched.
“Wondering where we are?” She asked and I was too surprised to even answer anything.
“Well…” She halted just an inch away, her right hand on her waist.
“I’ll take that as a yes…” the moment her words left her mouth; she was hovering me in the blink of an eye.
My heart was racing wildly with her closeness but what made it more exciting was… her new façade. She was different! She was dominating and powerful.
“Tell me, darling. How much have you missed me?” another shot and her hands caged my wrist above my head.
I felt the entire body heated up as my buddy down there in my pants, twitched. A smirk crossed her lips as she leaned down on me. Her honey-dew legs parted and straddled me; setting herself in a comfortable position.
“The way you’re responding… I think, you missed me very much. Good…” She smiled and that did something to me.
I could feel myself propping up, trying to capture those red lips that were dangerously brushing mine. She was enjoying teasing me. I pushed myself up a little and touched her lips while she backed away smirking.
However frustrating it was; I kinda liked the game she was playing. It was strangely something that I needed. I realized, I hadn’t been in a relationship from past two years now. The sudden realization, triggering my need of woman touch—her touch!
“You want me to touch you?” She asked with one eyebrow raised.
“Ummm…” I mumbled and she turned her face to the left and laughed.
“Gladly but…” She said and snapped her face at me.
“I want you to prove your loyalty.” Her face was hard and jaw clenched.
She was glaring at me and I felt a sudden wave of guilt and hurt flooding my heart.
“I-I am sorry love…” I apologized but she was quick to claim my lips; drowning my words.
I growled in pleasure as her tongue entered mine. My legs were writhing and I badly wanted to hold her. She smiled in between the kiss but didn’t let her hands go off me. She was strong and however hard I may try, she didn’t budge. The frustration, longing and the pleasure; everything added to make this moment ecstatic.
She kissed me slowly, devouring my soul and I wanted her to suck it. She pulled back as I breathed heavily. Surprisingly, she was the same but with tinted rosy cheek.
“You drive me crazy, Damien. Your looks, your love and this…” She leaned down on my neck and sniffed loudly like an animal, making me shudder.
“Your smell and blood is blinding me…” She pushed me back and was standing away with lightning speed.
“I want it! I want to taste you. I want to claim you as mine… but I am scared!” she seethed in anger as her honey-dew hands clutched her hair in frustration.
“I am yours, love.” I tried to calm her.
I wanted to assure her that it is what it is. She had nothing to be afraid of.
“Then be mine!” She said pleadingly and now I was unsure which was scarier—her emotionless face or her pleading look?
I got up from the bed and walked to her. She was frightened and backed away but I was there with my vampiric speed.
Caging her between the wall and me, I leaned down placing a wet kiss on her neck. She moaned and it triggered my heart.
“Claim me, love. I won’t stop you. Do whatever you want; this body and soul belongs to you.” I reasoned and kept kissing her neck.
She clutched my shirt and pressed her body onto mine. I don’t know how long I can take it. Being touched by the woman you love doesn’t make it better.
She pulled me back a little and claimed my lips the way I wanted. She was feverishly kissing me and I backed along with her. In a second, she lifted me up in the air and threw me on the bed. I was stunned but not for long.
She was over me and her finger trailed my forehead, nose, nose tip, lingered on my lips, chin and neck. She leaned and peppered me with kisses following that trail. I moaned as her lips touched mine and then my neck.
Her touch was enticing and making me lose my control.
“You know how it works, right?” She asked and I nodded absentmindedly.
I was drowned in the sea of pleasure and don’t want her to stop but she did.
“Do you really know how it works?” She asked tilting her head as if trying to read my mind.
“Yea—not like, we are doing this for the first time.” I said and she shook her head.
“The claiming procedure!” she pointed out sharply and my eyebrows knitted together.
“Nah!” I replied casually.
She just sat there staring at me as if trying her best not to lose control. She sighed after a long time as her face changed back to the emotionless one. Her eyes burned holes in my neck and tongue wetting her lips.
I felt horny just at the sight of her doing that. She nodded and closed the distance between us.
“You’ll see then. Stop me, darling… because I can’t.” Her broken voice created doubts in my mind.
She tore my shirt apart and trailed her fingers over my chest, admiring the beauty. She sat on my lap, straddling me like before and closed her eyes inhaling deeply.
“Be mine!” She said and before I could’ve deciphered her actions, she leaned on my neck.
Her fingers wrapped around my throat tightly, as I felt something pierced when she kissed me there.
I winced and before I could’ve pulled her back, she was clinged to me as if her life dependent on her.
The same moment, a chill ran down my spine and I turned to find cold hands separating Tasha from me. She was thrown away and her head and back hit the wall right in front of me.
Stunned, I turned to find a ferocious looking Vincent. He was standing in defense position keeping icy glare directed at his daughter.
I was quick to be on my heels as I saw her growl like a hurt animal.
“Stay away!” She growled again and appeared as if lost her mind.
This hurt me; it was becoming unbearable for me to see her this way. I ran to her and she extended her hand to touch me hopefully but instantly, I was pulled back and thrown back on the bed again.
“Don’t move!” Vincent warned and right now, there was no doubt why he was the king of the salvos kingdom.
With shoulder length black hair, pale white skin clad in deep blue suit along with a red cloak; he reflected royalty, fear and domineering personality.
“I said stay away!” She yelled and terrified me to the core of my heart.
She was different! She wasn’t like my Tasha. There was something odd about that. Right now the girl in front of me was obsessed for me. It wasn’t enthralling to watch her go mad.
Only now, it perceived that she was hungry; obsessed by my blood, I guess. My eyes snapped to the site where I felt a slight pain and itch not long back. There was indeed an imperceptible opening on my neck and my heart sank.
What was she doing?
I turned my head to only see her jump on her father. He stumbled back but was quick to regain his composure and ducked away. She growled again and turned fast at the lightning speed.
It was a good thing, I had vampiric genes to watch them fight or else from their speed; I could’ve just found the result.
She pounced on him and landing on his back as he lay flat with her weight. She scratched him like a cat and he winced before turning and throwing her away with great intensity.
My heart was sinking with every blow she received. I don’t think, I would let him do this even if he might be right.
“You don’t hurt the ones you love baby girl.” He cooed but she was huffing, blinded with fury.
She dashed towards him and scratched his face making his head spin and stumble. I was quick to hold him straight and watched her.
“Don’t go near her.” Vincent grabbed my arm and whispered under his breath.
“Damien… darling, let me take you.” She said with so much love that my feet started to move on its own.
Her eyes were hypnotizing me and my heart was already under her captive.
“Damien, come back!” Vincent growled.
He was quick to push me back as she sprawled on me. Her face landing on the floor but never received the impact. Her once black eyes now turned to red and she screamed in anger.
“Tasha!” I called and saw her standing with heaving chest.
Her eyes were still red but she was standing quietly with jaw-clenched.
“You aren’t this, love. You are a generous, loving and caring person. You don’t know how to hurt your loved ones.” I said and took small steps towards her.
She was still growling lowly but appeared to be listening to me.
“Look at him, he is your dad. See, what you’ve done to him.” I said taking up the control, reducing distance with every word.
She turned slightly and saw Vincent who was still attentive but a mess. Hurt visible in his eyes made her calm a little.
“I love you more than anything and I know you do too. You said it too. You love him as well like he does. If you still want to hurt me, I am at your disposal.” I said finally halting in front of her.
Slowly kneeling down with head bowed, I awaited for her to attack. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t scared. I was!
“No, Damien! Don’t be a fool.” Vincent called but I wasn’t going to let my girl lose her mind just because she wanted to drink my blood.
She can always have it only if she doesn’t wants to regret it later; which for sure, she will.
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