Part 3 (2/2)

”How is that possible? I don't understand, how can you enjoy it if you don't.....um...” Again he wasn't making this easy for me, when he kept looking at me like I was a child asking about the ”birds and bees” or ”Where do babies come from?”

”I will explain.” He playfully gripped my chin before continuing.

”When two of our kind has s.e.x, it is not as intense as it is with a human, as I have recently learned first hand. We can control every aspect of our bodies including whether or not the sperm is....active.” He was looking at me, waiting for me to ask questions about something I didn't understand but so far, in a weird way, I understood.

”So you mean dead or firing blanks?” I couldn't help but giggle as I noticed his male pride get a hammering so he corrected me, quickly.

”I mean, more like working to its full capacity.”

”So how come being with a human is better?” I always thought he was just saying this part to make me feel better and less inadequate.

”The best way to explain is if you could imagine two powerful magnets that want to fight each other rather than mesh. Now a magnet and a piece of metal, they are instantly attracted and drawn together.”

”Ok... so I'm the metal in this picture...right?”

”I am not explaining this very well am I? Being with another of my kind is not as fulfilling s.e.xually because our powers are both strong but when I am with you, imagine the intensity multiplied by thousands. Our senses are hypersensitive, so when it comes to you, every touch, every smell and every taste feels....incredible.” He leaned over my head and took in my scent while his eyes were closed. I felt like a giant gla.s.s of red wine....red because of my blus.h.i.+ng skin. Or I guess I could have been white also as I am unusually pale.

”So back to the baby part, doesn't that affect your....you know?” I was waving my hand around like the queen of England waves from an open top car.

”o.r.g.a.s.m, No it doesn't affect the feeling you give me but I have heard that when we do finally allow ourselves an active release then it is even more intense. But I'm not an expert on these matters....First human remember?” He said this last part as he playfully poked me in the ribs making me close to snorting.

”But if that is something you wanted to do I could always go on the pill or we could use a Sergeant's jacket but I think extra large would be in order!” I said this before I could think about what I was saying and I bit down on my lip but it was too late, it was already out. He was close to tears with laughter and I was just close to tears.

”That is shocking Miss Williams! Just when I thought I knew you well enough to judge what you would say next, you say something like that! You are so unpredictable and I love it. But may I ask, is this term for a condom a Northern thing or a Keira thing?” I couldn't speak and I was close to taking the skin of my lips.

”I will take the fact that you are trying to destroy those perfect lips of yours, as it was a Keira thing. I am pleased.” He said in triumph but I had no idea why. I wasn't the only one that was unpredictable. He put his thumb to my lips to prevent me from biting them further, then he bent his head to kiss them, only when he got there he bit them gently himself. It sent me close to crazy, it felt so good.

”Umm... I can now see why you do that, it is satisfying.” This made me smile and find my voice again.

”So back to the whole protection thing.”

”I am afraid it wouldn't work like it does with human men. I am not being arrogant when I say they would be quite unstoppable. But enough of this talk, I am hungry!” He was above me before I even had time to blink. He grabbed my wrists and pulled me to him off the couch. He stared down at me and my neck arched right back to meet those hungry eyes.

”My Sergeant orders his Private upstairs for drill training!” My eyes widened in excitement and my breathing became difficult to control. His large palms felt their way down my sides and found my waist, there he gripped me tightly before lifting me up and over his shoulder like he had done earlier. It was as if I weighed nothing at all and he sprinted up the stairs before I could count two steps, ending in my bedroom.

He slid me down, holding one hand behind my neck to lay me down gently. I swallowed the b.l.o.o.d.y great lump in my throat when I saw his purple eyes. I heard his shoes. .h.i.t the floor before he joined me on the bed but he just eyed me like a beast would do to its next meal. I felt the burning love down below and the fear in my chest. He was like a man possessed...no, not a man....A Demon!

He started stripping the clothes off me like he was trying very hard to resist the urge not to rip them apart. I was a bit relieved when he didn't as I was quickly running out of clothes. I sat up and pulled his vest from his Greek G.o.d like torso and I noticed the denim aching with the bulge that grew within it. He noticed my wide eyes at the sight and he gave me one of his trademark bad boy grins. This was quite a surreal moment for me, giving all the times I thought I had been dreaming about Draven visiting me in my room. Of course all those times had been real and of course all those times I wanted him to be doing this to me now.

We were soon both naked and he seemed to be studying me in depth. The whole time I tried everything in my power to get the ball rolling as the embarra.s.sment was getting too much for me to handle but he wanted his way with me. This was my torture.

”You make me nervous when you do that.”

”Good, I love to watch you blush.” His hands gripped tightly onto my hips and he pulled me down the bed to him. His fingers moved down my thighs and stopped when they reached under my knees. He held them in a strong vice, separating my legs and pulling them up around him so that he could easily enter me. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the feeling but screamed out anyway as I usually did.

Would I ever get used to the immense pleasure it caused? As both our actions became more rapid the bed didn't agree with our activity and squeaked and creaked like a cow on an old rocking horse. Draven cursed in a few different languages and I couldn't help but find it a bit funny. I had never laughed during s.e.x before but it must have caused a reaction down below because he gave me a look of surprise. Now I knew it was obviously a first for him also as I can't imagine anyone in their right mind laughing with Draven inside them....anyone but me that is!

”Are you laughing at me young lady?” He said showing me his teeth when he grinned.

”No Sir.” I said giving him a cheeky smile which made his eyes soft like black velvet.

He pulled out of me, making me let out a moan in disappointment but he just mouthed the words ”trust me.” Then he got up and grabbed the end of my mattress with both hands. I was about to get up to make it easier but before I could open my mouth he flung the mattress on the floor next to my window seat, with me still lay upon it. I let out a gasp but this just seemed to excite him as the next thing I knew he was on top of me again and inside me. Here we continued with no further interruptions. And my bed was happy again.

This time making love was more experimental as Draven kept changing positions but this resulted in mind blowing release after release and I was almost at the point of screaming out how I couldn't take much more but before I could utter a word of protest, he changed something within me so that I could take it. It was like giving me a clean slate and then he moved my body so that I had my back to him. We had never done it this way before and with the added bonus of the window seat it was a very comfortable position. I lent across it and his hands explored my back and ran up to my hair, grabbing handfuls of blonde waves before entering me again. I arched my back against him and he moaned in response.

I loved the sound, so I did it over and over again, making it grow more rough and intense each time. This turned me on at an unbelievable level so I matched his noises with my own, until we both found euphoria at the same time. He let out the loudest moan that quickly turned into a roar to drown out my scream. It was heavenly!

He pulled my body backwards off the seat and I collapsed in his arms. We both remained entwined in each others arms like that for a while and he stroked my wet hair from my forehead that had been soaked in sweat from at the s.e.xual exercise. Well one thing was for sure, I wouldn't be putting on any weight any time soon. My skin was steaming and Draven felt it too because he lifted my hair off my back and started to blow cool air over my shoulders. It felt amazing, like jumping into a cold swimming pool after sunbathing all day. He even made his skin cold to quicken the process.

”After that I think you deserve an upgrade.” I looked up at him but I couldn't get a good view of his face, so I propped up to lean on his shoulder. He was grinning to himself.

”Oh really, so what will it be next?”

”Um.... I'm thinking.... Commander!” I said and kissed him quickly on the cheek before getting up but I didn't make it very far as he grabbed my hand and pulled me down.

”Where are you going?” He asked looking less than happy about me leaving him but I giggled.

”Time for human girly things” I said before getting up for the second time. I grabbed a purple fleece throw from my bed and wrapped it around me. He groaned disapprovingly about me covering up but I felt funny walking around naked.

”You make me want you all over again with that colour on your skin.” He let out a sigh and I figured I'd mistaken the groan. I smiled down at him before going to the bathroom. When I got there I turned on the tap as I didn't want Draven hearing me pee. That was the beauty about being at Draven's home, his bathroom was bigger than my bedroom so even with supernatural powers I doubted he could hear. Well I hoped not, maybe I was underestimating his abilities.

I finished my human action and looked in the mirror to find I was no longer my pale self. I was glowing a very healthy colour. I brushed my hair with the spare brush I kept in one of the drawers and tied it up into a knot. I was going to have to take a shower as my hair was a train wreck but my skin smelt of Draven, which was by far the nicest smell in the world. If I could somehow bottle it, I would make millions. I could call it something corny like Dark Rouge or Demon Beast. I giggled to myself and realised I had been doing a lot of laughing these days thanks to Draven. In fact I couldn't remember a time when I had ever been this happy!

I walked back into the room to find the bed back to normal. Bless his gorgeous b.u.t.t, he had made the bed. This shocked me as I didn't think a man like Draven would have ever needed to do this before. I wondered if this was the first time, like a bed making virgin. However he wasn't anywhere near the bed, he was dressed and stood on the other side of the room next to my desk. There he was studying my art work and I felt my skin steam again. I wasn't the best with showing people my work. I wasn't very good and did it more for the pleasure it brought me than for the talent, or lack of in my case.

He had in his hands the first painting that had done since I was kidnapped by Morgan years ago. It was of the view next to the house of the surrounding mountains and lush waves of green forest that was in the ma.s.ses. He was staring at it so intently that I don't think he noticed I was back in the room. Of course I was wrong.

”You painted this?”He asked without looking at me and I walked over to him to look down at my mixture of greens and blues. I shamefully said, ”Yes, it isn't very good I know but it's something I have always enjoyed doing.” He turned to face me and looked at me with a serious eye. He placed his fingers over my lips.

”Keira, how can you say these things, your work is beautiful and your emotions show on the canvas, you were happy when you painted this, I can tell.” He looked back at it as though he was proud and I could feel my eyes welling up. I don't really know why I had this reaction but if I were to guess I would put it down to my past.

It had been because of art that I had met Morgan as he had been my tutor (under false pretences). He had loved my art also but I later found that even if I had swallowed a bucket of paint and then threw up on the paper he would have loved it. He was sick and twisted and the whole experience made me turn my back on my pa.s.sion. Until of course I met Draven. Maybe this is why he liked this picture so much, maybe he knew it was down to him.

”Then I would like you to have it..... But of course only if you want it that is.” He put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled my head into his chest, he kissed the top of it and said, ”I would be honoured, Thank you Keira.” He was so sincere and before I was reduced to tears I said.

”You're welcome, but no selling it on eBay!” He laughed and picked me up like I had been a small child, swinging me around but as he did this my leg knocked a book to the floor. He put me down and picked it up and before I could grab it back, he had opened it.

”No don't!” But it was too late. My book of Demons was being folded back, page after page in his hands. He was shaking his head at all I had seen in the time I had moved here but one picture he came to made him shake with an emotion I didn't know. I looked down and remembered the dream it came from.

It was after Layla had stabbed me, my first night in Draven's bed but I had forgotten the dream until it came back to me nights later. I'd been in Afterlife dancing with some old school friend of mine, when I could see a pair of strange eyes watching me. At first in the dream I had thought they had belonged to Draven but when I saw the body emerge from the shadows it was a man I had never seen before.

He was very tall like Draven, with wide shoulders that looked built for swinging a warriors Axe. But that's where the similarities ended. Where Draven was olive skinned and had dark features, hair, eyes, this guy was the opposite. He had blonde hair, tied back from his face but it was cut just above where his spine started. He had very pale skin which just enhanced his startling dark blue eyes.

He had strong features, with a square jaw and hard mouth. He was stunning but frightening as h.e.l.l! It was mainly down to his eyes and the way they followed me. Every movement my body made with the music he matched with his gaze. It was both freezing and fiery. It was the look of a natural born killer and he had just found his next victim, only this creature liked to play first.

I remember trying to ignore him in my dream but it was as if he was forcing himself into my brain, using my mind against me. My eyes weren't my own, so when I couldn't look away from him, I saw he was no longer in the distance, no he was now right in front of me. I tried to run but my legs wouldn't work, I tried to lash out at him but my arms wouldn't move. He had me paralysed and he looked down at me with sardonic satisfaction.

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