I was awoken by a rude pair of hands not allowing me to sleep- WAIT, hands??
The moment I opened my eyes I saw a startlingly gorgeous man. It was none other than Theodore. Since I got home he never left my mind. His face was etched into my memory. He even haunted my dreams, was it a nightmare or a dream I couldn't say.
Did I find him extremely attractive? Yes. But he was just as, if not more frightening.
When I finally fell asleep I had a wet dream. Every place he touched just brought me pure pleasure, he certainly knew his way around a woman's body. Even in my dream, I felt jealous, how many women did he have before to know what to do so well? Before I could get any more upset I could taste his coffee breath. I couldn't breathe, that's how deep his kiss was. His hands touched my body however they liked, like I belonged to him and he could do whatever he wanted.
For better or worse that's when I woke up, I woke up to him groping my body. He had no sense of shame in doing so.
What was he even doing here??
"Tell me Lyra, did you feel anything when we first met?"
Did I? No, we only just met. I most certainly didn't feel anything. Lies, my wet dream would say otherwise. Honestly, I did. But I couldn't say that without looking like a pervert!
"I- I- didn't feel anything. Get off of me right now!" I yelled at him trying to convince myself I didn't feel anything. With the way I'm being held my sense of sanity is hanging by a thread!
"Lyra~ you are lying. You are such a little liar. At least your body is honest."
The way he said my name was ringing in my ear. Every time I refused his touch he'd make fun of my name, Lyra was too close to 'Liar' and he enjoyed calling me little Liar.
I was annoyed but I was into it, I hated to admit it and I didn't want to. He was scary, he was suspicious, he had no morals but above all, he was very handsome.
"How did you even find me?" I asked.
After enough squirming, he stopped touching me all over and simply held me. He looked right into my eyes before saying, "You saw my manor, you can figure it out."
Of course, this man was incredibly rich. He could get any information he wanted. An idea struck my mind. But to go through with this plan I needed more information.
"Why are you here?"
His face was perfectly buried in my neck, I could feel every change in his expression, every movement of his was ticklish.
I could feel a smile growing on his face. Still, he didn't move, he simply replied, "Finally, the correct question. Why am I here? Why am I thirsting to touch you?"
To- to touch me? The moment he said that I had goosebumps all over. Yes, I am a girl in my early twenties and yes I never had a boyfriend. And I don't think I am pretty enough for that. It felt like this man was lying. But deep down I wished it were true.
I guess he grew impatient since he didn't get any response from me. I could feel a bite on my neck. It hurt like hell!
"Ahhh!"
"You aren't allowed to be distracted when I'm with you. All your thoughts have to be about me, only I can fill your eyes."
Why is this man so possessive??
"So tell me! Why are you here and why me? Did you think I'm just some poor girl who'll do anything for money?!"
He is lying, he's not here because he liked me, he didn't find me attractive. He just thinks I'm some poor girl who'll sell my dignity for money.
"Ow!" He bit me again!
"Why do you think of me so lowly, little liar? I'm here because I'm in love with you believe it or not. It's impossible for me to hurt you." I could feel him licking the place he bit. This is too much for me, I need him to back off.
"Fine. I'll believe you won't hurt me. But I'll believe you more if you get off of me first. I don't even know you!"
I could hear his groan and his growing dissatisfaction. But he did release me.
We both sat on my bed facing each other, and even as he sat down he towered over me, I kept looking at him to make him explain what the hell was going on.
"Little liar-"
"Stop calling me that!" How many times will he call me a liar?!
He just gave me a devilish smile instead. It would be really hard to deny whatever he asks of me at this point.
"Little Liar~ you are my soul mate. We are bound by fate."
What the hell? Does he really believe in this? I took a good look at him. He looked pretty pleased with himself. He lazily slept on my bed propping his head up with one hand. He is too familiar with how to seduce a girl.
"Tell the truth, this is no time for jokes."
He claimed this entire bed as his! So annoying! He is doing whatever he wants.
"But I'm telling the truth!" His arms circled my lap and he wantonly placed his head in my lap. He then proceeded to tell me everything, how my forefathers waged a war and then cruelly consumed his heart.
So that's why my father died? He was fated to have a short lifespan, I felt pity for him but I didn't miss him. I barely even knew the man. I felt most pity for my poor mother, would she have married him if she had known he had a short lifespan?
Did she marry him knowing he would die early? If so why? The amount of pain she had to endure, why did she put herself through it willingly?
I have grown up listening to fairytales about vampires, fairies, and elves. My mother insisted they existed but I brushed it off as I grew older, they were just fairytales, I thought.
But the man on my lap, a real-life vampire! Telling me I belonged to him now?!
*sniff*
WHAT THE HELL?!
I looked at Theodore, his face was buried in my lap. This man! I was thinking about something important and he was sniffing my area! I pushed him off immediately.
"What is wrong with you?!"
"I'm sorry, I can't help it. You smell so good."
My entire face turned red, I could feel it. I do not object to it. What he said makes sense, I've seen lots of handsome men and none made me feel this way. Maybe he loves me inherently because I'm his heart and maybe I love him because I am his heart, a part of him. I liked feeling desired.
"I don't mind your touch but-" Theodore didn't me finish, he just pounced on me. My hands were free to move but I was directly under him, he was simply staring at me, examining my every movement.
So I finished what I wanted to say, "But you should make sure you have my consent." If this man was really from the era he said he was from, I needed to make this clear.
He whispered, "I'll try my best..." And slowly inched closer to my face, seeing how I didn't move he knew he had my consent.
My mouth was closed by his, I could feel his tongue trying to pry my mouth open but I was still used to this. It was my first time and I was nervous, he didn't rush me. His kisses trailed down to my neck, he reached the place where he bit me twice. He placed gentle kisses as an apology.
Gaining some courage I placed my hand on his cheek, it was cold. He was a vampire of course, not a human. But his desires are as human as they come. I lead his face back up. I stared at his face one more time before I closed my eyes and initiated the kiss. His face was all I saw when my eyes were closed, his eyes were dark with desire. He looked like he could lose control but was stopping himself at my request.
This time when he tried to pry open my mouth with his tongue, I let him in. His coffee breath had the same effect as actual coffee, I was fully awake and full of energy. My arms wrapped around his neck bringing him closer. As funny as it was to say it, his body on top of me felt like a weighted blanket and it only brought me comfort.
I held my breath and was struggling to breathe throughout our intense kiss, he was able to detect it somehow, he let go and ordered, "Breathe Lyra."
His low voice was buzzing in my ear, everything was blurry because of the lack of oxygen. I did as he ordered, even if he ordered the most insane thing ever, chances are I would follow through. I almost drowned in his kiss. And, I would like to do it again.