~ Andrea ~
I blinked twice, thrice. Many times, actually. Until my mind registered that I was truly back in my room. Eriol was still holding my arm, so I yanked it free quickly.
Lucky for me, he released it, but I had the notion he was hesitant to do so. He cast me a dark look, so intense, so burning that I believed 'phase one' of his threat was on the move. What else would I think? Out of all the places we could go, why in my bedroom, right?
But wait, how did we get here in the first place, anyway?
“Ho—how did we?” I sputtered, my voice laced with disbelief. I wasn’t dumb not to notice something supernatural had just happened. I certainly don’t believe in vampires, but I feel this was the case. Yeah, me and my brain, and I owe it all to my True Blood and Twilight fangirling. How crazy was that?!
“Milady, could you explain to me why you were babysitting that pathetic man?” he asked, ultimately disregarding my question.
I stepped backward as he inched nearer. Still, he emitted the jealous aura. Why was he even jealous? He was just a butler, not my boyfriend!
“I wasn’t babysitting him. Aunt Marcella asked me to accompany him because he got a serious stomachache all of a sudden,” I answered, slightly irritated. I didn't think it was compulsory to explain this to him, but it was kind of a reflex I did so.
He scoffed. “Serves him right, but maybe I should have used a heavier force. I would have delighted to see him unconscious.”
Now that was cold. Even though I didn’t understand what he was talking about, for some reason, my skin hairs erupted.
“What are you talking about, Eriol? And more so, you haven’t explained to me how we got our butts here in just a split of a second.”
Did I sound too calm? Too accepting of this weird sudden change in location? I hope yes. Just so that he wouldn’t find me weak. But I tell you, I am not even the slightest bit calm right now. My knees shook and my palms feel like they have just massaged a seriously gross, oily fat man in a spa.
His eyes turned soft. His face turned soft. Exactly not the same cold, I-fucking-don’t-care facade. “Milady, it’s complicated to tell you, but you should know you are safe with me. Trust who I am.”
“Yeah right.” I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. “Like I would feel safe with you after that threat on the stairs.”
“Hmmm...” He smirked and chuckled. He freaking smirked and chuckled! My inner psychologist immediately told me this wasn’t good. So not good!
“I love that you remembered my promise, Andrea,” he continued, the soft expression he had earlier now gone and was replaced with a perverted, ready-to-fuck face.
Promise?
Oh... so that was a promise. Great. Now, I honestly felt like bolting out of the room just so I could get away from him. I couldn't believe he was planning intimacy with me already. We just met yesterday, for Pete’s sake!
“No, you won’t be able to get away from me, Andrea,” he said, as if he just read my mind.
“What are you? Does Aunt Marcella know?” My voice sounded soft, pleading, and I hoped he got the gist. I seriously wanted to know who this man my auntie had hired as a butler. And I also wanted to know if she knew about him. What a surprise would it be if that was the case.
A vampire—that was my first suspicion, but not that, please. I don’t want the gory suck-my-blood system. I don’t want a man-turned-bat with flipping black reptilian wings. But what else would I think? I already confirmed he wasn't a member of the human race. Being a vampire was the closest to his damn sexy good looks.
He closed his eyes and took in a cleansing breath like he was trying to calm himself.
“You will know in due time,” he stated, and then in just barely a second, he breached my personal space and cupped my chin. I clenched my jaw and darted him a cold glare. I was ready to stand my ground if ever he would advance to 'phase two.'
He looked unaffected with my fire, though, and that pissed me.
“What’s important now is you and me.” He stressed the pronouns like it had a damn soul.
“There is no you and me,” I spat, giving no meaning to it. I stepped back, but his other hand captured my slim waist. He pressed his body against mine and Gods, I felt something protruding instantly down his abdomen, poking deliciously against my belly. I shifted a little to avoid it.
Despite not wanting to, my eyes landed on his mouth—on his parted, luscious, lip-pierced mouth. A bullet of sensations instantly fired inside me. I need to escape this temptation, my sane side suggested, but for some reason, I anticipated the collision of our mouths.
He leaned his face closer and whispered in my ear, “Andrea, I miss you so much. You don’t know how many centuries I waited for you.”
Still... I did not understand what he was saying, but centuries? He did say that, right? Clue number one of him being a vampire.Yheeyy! What a lovely day for me!
Nope. I’m dead.
“You are not seriously going to rape me now, are you?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm. I thought about screaming, but that wouldn't do any good in a big house. No one would hear me. And considering we—flew, teleported, or used some sort of bridge on our way here?—no one knew I am back in the house.
“No, rape is certainly not the issue here, Andrea. I don’t do rape because I know you would willingly give yourself to me. You want me as much as I want you. You can’t deny that. I can feel your desire.”
Even though I hated to admit it, he was spot on. I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel the attraction between us. I would be lying if I said I wasn't affected by his charms or whatever this was called. He was a hot butler. A hot man in total. Who wouldn’t be attracted to him?
I am still a virgin. I should be cowering right now for a possible deflowering but hey, even the members of the Society for Never-Been-Touched Virgin Maidens dream of experiencing a crazy, hot, sweat-covered best sex of their life! I have a feeling that this man in front of me could deliver that. Why? Because of his kiss.
I was cut off from my thoughts when Eriol pressed his lips on mine. And then the bullet was shot. I felt lovely sensations run through every fiber of my being. I was supposed to slap him and ran away, but this ultimately froze me on my spot. His kiss created havoc in my brain. I couldn’t process any other reflexive responses other than to part my lips more and give him a wider access to my mouth. It felt unusual at first to have the lip-piercing touch my lips but after a few seconds, I adjusted.
His right hand wandered into my head and threaded the locks of my long auburn hair, while the other one pulled me even closer so that I would be pinned against his body.
“Yes, kiss me back An..dre..ahh...” he said ever so sensually when our lips briefly parted. I was panting, feeling like I had run a marathon race, while he looked like he had just been to a casual walk around the park.
“I will make our first night slow for you, don’t worry. I will fuck you like you are just sleeping,” he explicitly declared as he unzipped the back of my dress.
~ Andrea ~ “No. I...I don’t think I can do this,” I said, putting my hands in between us and pushing him slightly backward. Huh! Finally! Some sense coming back to me. But that didn’t so much as linger. It was immediately tossed out of the door when Eriol cupped my butt and effortlessly lifted me up. He strode to my bed and arranged me there. Without delay, he launched himself on top of me and brought his lips back into mine. It was a slow kiss at first, but then it became hard when his tongue darted inside my mouth. On impulse, I sparred with it. I had to reciprocate since his kisses were so good. He sucked my tongue. Made a tornado out of it. And then massaged it with heavenly grace. The twirling of his tongue was similar to a symphony of orchestra; playful and engaging, and I was certainly a captivated audience. Eriol’s hand moved down my thighs and with precision, gathered the hem up to my abdomen. I felt
~ Andrea ~ I woke up in the morning trying to figure out what to do besides doing my routine morning care. I hoped to skip breakfast and just directly leave the house just so that I could avoidhim, but when I checked on my iPhone from the bedside table, I found a message from my aunt telling me she wanted to see me first thing in the morning, and by that, she meant taking breakfast together. I wasn’t hungry, though. Eriol, just as you would expect from a butler, sent a maid into my room with a tray of dinner. That wasafterhe left me feeling, well,fullin a different sense. I thought it was kind of him to do that. He knew I wasn’t able to eat at the charity ball because of Mr. DaisVita’s apparent attention-grabbing stomachache. When I opened the tray, it was full of special dishes better than what I saw at the party. There was also a card in it with my name written on the front and it said,“Thank you
~ Andrea ~ Humming, I changed my clothes and footwear into a much proper one. As opposed to earlier, I felt pretty much confident now. Mr. DaisVita and his Casanova ways weren’t my problem anymore. Well, by heart, I still believed he’d endlessly pour words of delight to inflate my lungs and he’d try to get all touchy with me, but unlike last night, I am now prepared. The location I had in mind for our meeting would be the proper place for a civil talk. It was at my auntie’s ranch. I figured what could go wrong in a place full of horses and manure, right? After changing, I walked out of my bedroom and onto the outside porch. I leaned against the metal railing and waited. From this angle, I could see the whole of the front gate, the main garden, the driveway, and the parking lot. It was a beautiful view altogether. I actually enjoyed my time just observing the place. Fifteen minutes after, I saw the BMW l
~ Andrea ~ It has been years since I had my last horse ride with Trinitus, so it was no wonder why I was partly having a difficult time now. Grabbing the pommel of the saddle, I poised in an awkward position. My left foot was neatly placed in the stirrup, ready, but for some reason, I couldn't freaking lift myself up to get to the seat. I remembered being able to effortlessly flung myself onto the horse, but I was younger then. Right now, I seriously have gained a bit of weight—and curves—to be unable to get this simple action right. Enrique, posing as a gentleman as usual, helped me up by putting both of his hands on my waist and lifted me to the seat. I immediately shot a glare towards Eriol’s way who stood in front of the two horses holding the reins. My glare meant, 'don’t do anything stupid,' and by stupid meant,'don’t hurt the man with your supernatural abilities!' He only responded with a cold grin; his lip
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~ Andrea ~ “Andrea!” Enrique called out again and judging from his voice, I was sure he was just near the willow tree. I could also make out two horses whinnying; no doubt he had the reins of his mustang tied near my Trinitus. I panicked and my mind immediately reacted by processing a boat-load of questions. What if he would see me and Eriol doing this...this lewd thing?! How would he react? What would he say? More importantly, what would he say to my auntie? I hastily stopped our kiss and pushed Eriol away, but he was quick to deflect my attempt. He covered my mouth with his free hand and went to lick my already sweating neck. Oh, gosh. Does he really have to do that?It was an unhygienic thing to do and the sweat would taste unpleasant too; definitely not what I want him to sample from me, but he kept on going and going like he wasn’t bothered by it. I then felt him slide
Media, Ancient Northwestern IranHouse of RaguelPOV:Aeshma (A flashback of the past)I noted Sarah's reaction when she saw my black wings. I bet she wondered why I had this shade when in fact Guardian Angels do have white wings.Well, I used to have one. My wings were beautifully glorious. They had a radiant whiteness unlike any other. Even Raphael and Michael used to tease me a lot about it. They said that I am a favorite of our Boss; that He gave me a special treatment with regards to my angel wings.So why do I have these black appendages now? I know you had wondered too.It all started when I took the life of Sarah's first husband, when I happily dismembered the old schizophrenic fool with my own bare hands. I had to. Sarah was very afraid of him. She was cowering at the edge of the bed in the night of their marriage cons
~ Aeshma ~ I don’t know if angels and humans can procreate, but right now, the only thing in my mind was to shower Sarah with infinite passion. I continued to feast on her two quaking breasts like I am a hungry, sex-deprived man. I can definitely compare myself to the men I had killed in the past. I understand their neurotic desire now for her, for I do believe I am the same. I had joined her in bed many times, just contended with embracing her until I fall asleep, but this would be the first time I am joining her in this blessed area for love-making purposes. I am really surprised how she was so accepting of me; like she had been waiting for this to happen since my revelation. She was so compliant with my touch, so sensitive to my kisses, so open and wanting to everything I am doing. Probably because I am a supernatural being that was why she acted like this... or probably, she also desires this moment like me, too. But whatever the reason,