In Thrall with a Vamp

Chapter 7

Waking up, Amelia could feel Ethan’s fingers tracing patterns on her back. Her mind was foggy as she took in the soft, warm comfort of his chest under her ear, and the almost hypnotic movement of his fingers on her back. It took only seconds for her to realize what it meant. Moving as fast as she could, she grabbed at the linen, before jumping out of the bed, wrapping the linen around her as she went, trying to hide her back a she went.

“Fuck... Shit... Ethan... I...” Stuttering she became quiet, just staring at him. Thoughts racing through her mind as she tried to think of a way to explain the marks that covers her skin. Of all the people, he was the first to see them, but he was also the one person she least wanted to know about them. She couldn’t explain it, not now, not yet.

Watching him, she saw how fluently he left the bed, striding towards her. Just like the previous night, she could feel her amazement at any man being so graceful and built like some sort of god, fill her, but then the fear returned once more. Backing up, she pressed her back to the wall. “Don’t Ethan, Please! I...”

Sensing her distress, Ethan came to a standstill. Inside him there was a burning desire to know why, who caused her so much pain. But then, if he thought back to that summer that seemed ages ago, he knew, without having to ask, and the burning inside him grew. Instead of acting on it though, he took a slow seat on the bed. Her reaction to his hands tracing the marks told him that she wasn’t ready to talk about it, not yet anyway. So, instead he changed the topic.

“I thought you might enjoy a hot shower or bath? It’s through the door on that side.” Gesturing towards the unused door opposite them. “The shower can be a bit tricky, it’s an electronic system, so just call if you need help. I’ve ordered some breakfast while you were sleeping, it should be here soon.”

Watching her, scenting the air, he could see and smell her relaxing. His nonchalant attitude had the desired effect as she calmed down, looking towards the door he had pointed at. As she slowly turned back to look at him, his eyes took in the way her hair softly folded under and around her chin, causing him to swallow at the constricting feeling in his chest. How long have he waited for this, for her. There was so much he wanted to tell her, but for now, his duty to his father must come first.

Smiling at him, her eyes twinkled softly as she spoke, trying not to let him see what was behind her unexpected reaction. “Thanks Eth, a shower will be great!”

“Then of you go, my lady. I’ll call you when breakfast is here.”

Ethan watched her leave before walking over to where he had dropped his phone when Amelia had woken up. There was a call he needed to make.

“Marcus?... Yes. I’m going to need a car and a travel bag of Amelia’s clothes; can you take care of it?... Thanks, I’ll see you in a bit.”

Finally he couldn’t take it anymore. He could smell the adrenaline, her fear and her tears right through the hot water and the closed door. He needed to be near her, hold her, touch her, help her forget. Walking briskly to the bathroom, he let himself in, dropping his shorts he had put on the previous night when returning to bed, as he went. The room service will ensure that their food was ready whenever they came out later.

Walking into the bathroom, still wrapped in the linen, Amelia took in the white and black decor. Closing the door softly behind her before dropping the linen to the floor and stepping into the shower. In a second she took in the strange, electronic touch screen, before understanding flooded her on why Ethan had told her to call him if she didn’t come right.

Raising her hand she laid it palm down, onto the screen. The screen immediately flickered to life before words appeared next to her hand. Following the directions on the screen, a moment later a strong flow of warm water flowed over her. Standing underneath the stream, she slowly let it caress her skin, allowing the water to drain away the sudden, unexpected tightness in her muscles from the previous night but more from the shock of realizing that Ethan knew.

Swallowing, she closed her eyes, trying to suppress the unreasonable feeling of terror that that single thought had provoked inside of her. Memories flashed through her mind. A small girl, crying in a corner. A woman standing in the shadows, pleading for the girl, for mercy. Shudder after shudder traveled through her body as she relived them. Trying as hard as she could to suppress them, to have the water wash those unwanted thoughts and feelings away. Then suddenly a warm, gentle hand was there, caressing her back, while another circled around to lay flat on her stomach.

Her skin seemed to become alive under the touch and strokes of the hands on her. But as much as her skin tingled wherever those hands touched, her body, her muscles relaxed, sinking into the body behind her. As her body sank against his, Ethan curled his body protectively around hers, pulling her closer as he gently massaged every spot his hands could reach.

Cradling her body against his, he couldn’t help the soft tone of pleading as he spoke once more. “Por favor, Mi Querida...”

“Ethan, I...”

Sliding his hand up, a finger softly touched her lips while his nose skimmed over her shoulder’s skin, pressing soft kisses with his lips as he went. “No my love, please don’t. You don’t have to explain anything. Just, please, don’t push me away.”

As his hand dropped lower again, his fingers softly brushed against his breasts, making her gasp in quiet surprise. Reaching forward he grabbed the sponge and soap, before lathering her body with it. Carefully paying attention to every inch of her, Ethan washed her, allowing his body heat to keep her warm as he went, noting her soft groans and moans.

As his fingers trailed the sponge softly over her most sensitive lips, Amy could feel how his own body hardened even more behind her, twitching. “Ethan... please...” She could barely get the words past the want and yearning of her body.

Smelling her arousal mixed in the fog and heat of the shower, Ethan couldn’t deny her any longer. Pressing her hands firmly against the wall with his own, he aligned himself with her slick, wet entrance before pushing inside her from behind.

Sliding inside of her, he could feel his control slipping as their bodies became one. Filling her with his d**k, he drove into her faster and harder than before. As he felt her climax around him, his vision blurred. It wasn’t until he heard her soft gasp of pain that he came back to himself. A single drop of blood slowly dripped from just below her hairline. Then she collapsed into his arms. Catching her into his arms, Ethan heard the doorbell ring.

Fuck...