Damien Night Ch. 05

"Is this what you want?" she whispered.

Her hips rocked forward so he was sure she could feel his entire length against those sensitive spots he so wanted to taste. Her breath became uneven and ragged, but her hands remained at her side to ensure they did not touch while her eyes remained unerringly focused on him.

"Something like that." He gripped the back of the couch a little harder sternly reminding himself of the unsavory result that came of touching her.

"It's not happening, Damien." The words were forced, almost a hiss though more the result of the will she was exerting now than anger or disdain.

"Is that what you're trying to prove now, because I'll give you a little hint: it's not very convincing." He flashed those slightly pointed canines of his and she broke eye contact for a minute.

He was amazed at the forced sound of his own words. The girl had really managed to get to him.

"It's just a feeling, Damien. I've controlled them before and I'll not be some hole you warm your cock in...or any other ill intention you may have toward me."

There was a spark in her eye that he'd only seen in a human with a first taste of real power. She may have been fighting him, but some part of her was enjoying it. That didn't help at all.

"Ah, you think I just want stick my dick in your pussy, pump my hips a couple of times, and then leave you in a pool of my cum reveling in my most recent conquest as I move on to the next?" He raised an eyebrow with the question and watched her wrinkle her nose in distaste at his base language.

"You can pretty it up all you want, which I'm sure you'll try to, but that probably sums it up."

Damien leaned closer to her, placing his hands on her jean clad thighs. He felt her muscles twitch and tighten down on him when she jumped.

"Not even close." He whispered. "What I want is the way your body trembles as you fight your desire, how much you want to kiss me right now, the speed of your heart so close to something forbidden...and what I need is the moment you give in." He strengthened his grip as he spoke, pulling her closer until her chest rested against his and ignoring that little voice screaming 'DANGER' in his mind. If he could get his hand on whoever designed that fucking trinket he'd take out every ounce of frustration he currently felt on them.

Her lips were only inches away now. If he could have closed the distance he had no doubt her body would melt into his; the electricity of that first kiss just an appetizer for decadent moments to come.

He could no longer feel the heat of her breath, but he could hear her heart racing. Her lips, a soft warm pink, were parted slightly; an open invitation to his tongue that he could not take advantage of. Some part of him wondered if this was something like the hell humans so often spoke of. He would have given nearly anything to take her, feel her submit to the powerful desire growing within her, taste her surrender.

Damien dared not move a muscle knowing giving into any desire he had at the moment would only result in killing the mood. She had to give into hers. He watched intently as her finger tips brushed the metal medallion resting at just the point where the hard surface of her chest gave way to the rise of full breasts, taunting him. She was still forgetting to breathe, black lashes resting against the pale high bones of her cheeks as her eyes fell closed, and Damien smiled with the certainty that her little plan to prove to him he could not have her had completely backfired.

"Just once, Annabel, let yourself feel." He whispered leaning closer to her, the thought of the danger she posed to him slowly being clouded over completely by his hunger.

***

She was screwed...which would shortly be literally. The feel of him so close to her, rock hard and hungry on a level she'd never known. Her body responded to that need with its own, his otherworldly scent searing her senses until there was nothing but wonton heat. Funny how it wasn't the stiff length of his cock resting against her thigh that tipped the scaled, but the thrill she'd gotten from power she had over him at this moment. The sound of his voice was nearly as tense as hers.

She'd closed her eyes a small part of her guilty that she'd failed to keep her promise, but that was a dim echo in a faraway life compared to the way her heart raced at the first time touched feeling she fought now, but there was no fighting. This time with this creature it would drown her the way it failed to do with the few men who'd come before him.

And then she remembered to breath.

The fire that stormed inside her died as if it had been extinguished by the sudden rush of air into her lungs. The rapid pace of her heart slowed further with every subsequent breath and the tangled thoughts in her mind cleared. Even Damien's scent, so seductively alluring, became nothing more than ambient atmosphere.

Something in her had gone cold too. She fought back the frustration that tightened around her chest; convincing herself it was for the best. It did not matter that this happened again, that she was so fucked up that she could not allow herself to feel too much. Damien wasn't human.

The world around her softened. Even Damien's firm temptation dissipated between thighs that no longer ached; no longer felt. Annabel's eyes snapped open to find the fiery glint of Damien's stare dimmed and frozen.

Confusion clouded her mind in a new fog. The need to jump up in fear of hurting the creature before her clashed with a twinge of excitement that wanted to see this through; push it further. They were not touching, but Damien, and all his carnal power, had diminished and she had something to do with it.

"Damien?" She whispered widening the distance between them as she scooted back along his thighs until her feet nearly touched the ground again.

"The fuck?!" He moved suddenly like someone had just pushed play on the VCR, no blue ray. He may not be a real boy but he was definitely high definition. The shock in his face was more patent than any she'd ever seen or imagined. It made her first encounter with him seem like a day at the DMV.

"What did I do?" Eyes wide, she moved no further. How the fuck do you do something and not know it? How the hell could she do it again? This wasn't a measure of control, it was absolute and she was all for it; the stupid concern she had somehow developed for him could go jump off a cliff.

"Nothing. Get off!" Damien growled, the tempting whisper from only moments ago replaced with seething anger. His hands were up though still closer to his body than hers, fingers splayed, the urge to grab her and toss her off barely kept in check.

"No." She answered sharply.

His scent was starting to wreak havoc on her senses again while she desperately tried to find that moment where time had slowed. Cold as it was the momentary power she had was more seductive than almost everything Damien had thrown at her.

"Don't, Belle. Don't go there. There's no coming back from that."

The anger in his voice evaporated, replaced with a plea. He obviously meant it for her but god dammit she was going to know better.

"For whom?" There was no venom, just a pointed question. According to the creature in front of her he never lied. It was time to prove it.

"It's cold isn't it?" The questioned sounded confused; almost far away as he looked around the room for...something. "That cold means I can't have you, but no one else will either. Ever." His eyes met hers on the final word.

"Where the fuck is 'there', Damien?" She asked, eyes narrowing as she met him; gaze for gaze. He fought answering her questions hook tooth and nail, but pieces fell into place anyway. She held no hope he would answer this question either, but she knew more regardless.

"Get up and I swear I will never trouble you again."

He could have stood at any time and sent her tumbling, but in the confusion she might have touched him. She had him by the balls so to speak.

"No. Answer me, Damien." She pressed, risking the fact that she might actually have an advantage here.

"Get up now or you'll regret it, I promise." He amended with a deadly seriousness.

She concentrated on her heartbeat, trying to recreate the moment when Damien went from confident predator to nervous prey. It was a huge risk. Honestly she had no clue what she did to him or how.

"Emotion! You control it." He barked suddenly, a tremor in that normally smooth knowing voice of his. "And, hey, you are what you eat." He added humorlessly.

She opened eyes and looked at him for a moment. She'd given up her chance to be rid of him, and his answer didn't really make sense. Only stupid people didn't control their emotions, but he didn't mean her emotions.

Annabel stood slowly, her mind no longer here or caring about him, but wandering backwards to little moments in her life that stood out as strange. Moments when she managed to make things happen, change the course of things, in ways that they shouldn't. She barely noticed Damien disappear the second she broke contact with him.