His presence is so overwhelming, it feels as if his shadow was crawling up the ceiling, slithering toward her. The room felt small with his presence. Bella felt her heart race with fear and something she could not put her finger on.
She had seen him before, talked to him but suddenly he felt overwhelmed with his cold eyes that she felt herself diminishing in his presence.
As if he knew what she was thinking. He took a step toward her with a smirk on his face. Bella took a step back instinctively.
"You can not run from me, you are my slave." Bella closed her eyes, feeling goosebumps on her skin. The reality of being a slave finally dawned on her.
"You will not hurt me." The words shocked both of them as he paused for a second. His lips curved just a little and Bella felt like a fool. Where did this confidence come from?
He was a vampire, a cursed being in the end. He could do whatever he wanted and she was at his mercy now.
"You will soon know that." She swallowed again. When he prowled on her, leaving only the distance of an inch. His hands wrapped around her waist and his eyes locked hers.
"You have a misunderstanding about your condition. I am here to clear it." he leaned and she could feel his chest leaning on her body, burning her and she froze. Her spine tightened and it took her second seconds to think..
But the moment she raised her hands, he held them as if she was made of straw and weighed nothing.
Before she knew it, his lips hovering over neck, her sweet smell of sandalwood and something he did not know wafted in his nostrils.
"I have never forced a girl before to give her blood to me even when they were slaves." he sniffed and then licked her neck where the blades met her shoulders.
She shivered. If he thought she would believe his words, he must be sure that she was a fool. It meant she was getting success in her plan.
"But you are too sweet to give up." he whispered, sending another electric current in her body. Her heart pumped the blood faster, "so, if you want to stop me. This is your last chance." she closed her eyes. It was her last chance to run away, next moment. He would have taken her and she would have been his, losing her virginity to a man who was neither her lover or husband.
She could feel his fangs on her skin and closed her eyes. Her hands clenched into a fist.
"Lost it!" That was the last word she heard before feeling the pain. Her skin was pierced in one swift motion and she felt the blood flowing toward her neck.
The area was burning, a slight prick. But the pain she was waiting for did not come. Yet, her heart exploded in her chest when his fingers moved from her waist to her breasts.
He played with the buttons there. Nothing but her heavy panting breaks the static of silence surrounding them. His presence is a vortex, steadily depleting the oxygen from the room and even from her brain.
She could not think straight with his body so close to her. She was powerless, useless. The inability to move to stop him even when he offered rages in her head but more than that, his warmth. It was making her crazy. She had a foolish desire to wrap her arms around his neck and roam her fingers in his hair when he was drinking her blood, a way to kill her. And just when she planned to fight him, he let her go.
Her hands reached to her neck, where he had bit her. She did not find any mark there except a small needle point. He leaned in and licked that part and suddenly the pricking pain left her body leaving her with hollow emotions.
"Did you think that you would die by it?" he asked, meeting her eyes.
"I did not want to offer you my blood." she scowled, suddenly feeling her senses and her sane mind again when he laughed.
"Don't you think you are late to refuse then?" The slightest curl to his lips stalls the breath in my lungs. The act speaks of something daunting.
She attempted to push him away but his force was too much on her. Without her spells, she was weak in front of him and he knew that. Suddenly she felt like he was waiting for her to use them. As if he was testing her strength, her tenacity and her struggles.
She scowled at him but tears started to rim in her eyes.
"You were controlling me. I am a human, how could I fight with you?" he raised his brow and snarled at her accusation now.
"You did not notice but your hands were resting on my chest and it was definitely not to push me away when i drank from you." he taunted and she flinched. Traitor! Was she holding him? No!
"You do not need to fight it. We have that effect on humans. If you are one!" he laughed and she squirmed.
Now.. the next question is your body.. Do you want to give it to me too?" He flashes me a feral, toothy smile, touching my hair as if she was his lover.
"No!" Bella retorted when his grin grew widener.
"Liar!" she kept her head straight to meet his eyes. He leaned into her, pressing his weight against her. It felt like he was consuming her. Absorbing all her strength, her goals, her rage leaving her bare, with nothing but a hollow frame that meant nothing. Hot breath warming her cold skin. Another shiver wrapped her hard and she shook her badly and she bit her lips, the pain giving her a chance to clear her mind when his eyes zeroed on her.
"It would be better that you kill me."