My beloved if furious…furious not even the word to say.
She is only, but an arm reach away from me. I have the absolute burning desire to pull every inch of her body into mine. I need her closer to me than we have ever been before.
But I am frightened.
The thought of losing her feels like hot knives piercing me, stealing my breath.
So I move but only an inch closer. I watch as she wants to move away, but yet she stays. Maybe this is the sign that I am waiting for.
"My beloved, please, can we go talk? Please, if only for a second, can you please just listen to me?"
Watching her hesitate kills me, but I can see it in her eyes. I know my beloved's eyes; I know that somehow I have reached her.
"You have five minutes, Sebastian."
I softly lace my fingers in her hand and lead her to one of the farside chairs.
I do not waste a single minute. I have five minutes, and I am going to make them count.
"My beloved
…Anastasia POV…Sebastian grips me by the hips and crushes my body into him; with one loud growl, he lifts my feet from the floor and carries me backward toward the bed.He lets my body fall back into the sheets; every square inch of my body dissolves into his. He leans over me and centers me on the bed before he settles on top of me. I feel him, all of him, pressed against me; I feel his cock throbbing against my thighs, his heart beating through his sculpted chest, his warm breath lingering on my skin.He feels fucking amazing.His lips lock with mine; he devours me with a patient hunger, possessing me soft and slow. Passion explodes through my veins as I whimper. I tangle my hands in his hair and full him even closer."God, Sebastian," I groan. His skin is hot against my cool flesh.I hook my legs around his legs and grab his taut, hard ass. I tug him into me, arching my hips to feel his throbbing erection. I want him inside
My beloved has been acting rather strange of late; she has now, for the past few times that we have had a sexual encounter, gotten up and immediately disappeared from the room. The other thing that troubles me is that, and I know it is beyond what I promised, but I can simply not read her mind of what it is that she does go and do.So to say that I am not frustrated and very suspicious of her behavior would be a blatant lie. There is that part of me that knows that she shall never betray me in any way, yet I do feel that the day that I discover the truth that I will not be pleased with what I find.Now, putting this all aside, while she once more finds herself off to somewhere, I meet with Roberto and Edward in the kitchen, who is going to need some serious convincing. Yet I am ready to try, "My dear brothers, I do not often ask for the help that often, but I need to beg for your assistance."I watch as Edward gives me a slight raise of the brow as I wish to con
It is hard to say who has grown wider with the shock in their eyes. I seem to have forgotten how rather intimidating this man is. Yet, I shall go as far as saying that he is goddamn scary. But yet, if I look at the expression on his face, it is me that he finds rather scared of himself.Though he does continue to make me feel rather increasingly small, "What are you doing on my territory?""My dear Samuel, you seem to forget whose city you find yourself in, now the only thing that you own is your ass."I watch as he furrows his brows and adjusts his pants where I am assuming he is hiding his gun, "Did you come here to insult me?""No, I came here to talk to you man-to-man about a certain Book that I believe you hold."He bursts out in a fit of uncontrollable laughter that only but winds me up again, yet, I let it go and wait for him to get whatever he seems to find so amusing of his chest.Then he continues, "Yes, about that. I have be
They say a man's life flashes before his eyes when he is staring death in the face; well, I say it is bullshit. All that is staring me in the face are the barrels of three Colts. Now, did I foresee this happening? Well, of course, I did not come here to have a goddamn tea party. What was a casual exchange of threats has now only stepped up one level to where I am about to have my head blown off. Yet, Samuel underestimates my determination.I have come too far and too long as Vampire Master to have a simple Hunter tell me what to do. I do not care; the way I see it, Book shall be mine. Now, if Samuel Colt does not want to listen, then I shall kindly remind him again."You can go right ahead and blow my brains out as much as you like, but you will give me that Book today."Well, now if I thought that he would listen, it only makes him more furious. With somewhat of a slight tremble, his voice reaches a pitch higher and echoes to every corner of the room, "Oh, beli
My fury runs deep for Anastasia.As I sat with a gun pointed at the man's head, the thought occurred to me that why am I doing this? What is the true purpose of me wanting the Book? Then that is when it came to me, I was not so much concerned about what it meant for me, but I was scared of what it would mean for Anastasia and me.The fact, and as it always has, I cannot simply live without her. So having the tip of a barrel against a man, a mortal's head did upset me, for she was supposed to have been there with me. Yet, she was off somewhere, and god knows she has been hiding it from me rather well. Now, I have come to the conclusion that she shall need to stand for her actions. I can simply not have a wife nor another Vampire just going rogue. Well, she finds herself in the Belmont house, and she shall live by my rule.But, what a man says and what a man does are two different things, for I have a little plan, and for that to work, I am going to require some a
In front of me is a very surprised Anastasia that has been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Now my very first instinct is for my anger to burst lose and demand that she returns home. But yet, I have this curiosity that wishes to remain and see what she has gotten herself involved with.Well, from where I am standing, it is rather…miraculous…That is if I believe it is what I see.So with two hesitant feet, I step forward and slowly come to a trembling stop next to her. For what seems like a long ten minutes, I stand and stare at this…thing…I cannot make of what it truly is. If it is what I believe, then how can that even possibly be? But the biggest question is, "Anastasia, do you care to explain.""Sebastian," she continues to insist, "You were not supposed to see this.""Well, my dear, who is supposed to have seen THIS?"But just then, from behind a closed door at the back of the room, appears a m
In front of me is my beloved, who was near close to dying by my own hands.Would I have done such a deed?Yes.I have come for too far and for too long to be the greatest Vampire, let alone the ultimate Master, that one shall find for her to betray me by her reckless actions.Now I am still not sure what she has gotten herself into, yet; that is why I shall refrain from ripping her to pieces and let her explain herself."Anastasia, I am giving you one opportunity to tell me what it is that you have done." Then her last words come rushing back to my mind, "And explain how I am involved in your mess."As I pull my claw away from her much bleeding throat, she drops to the floor in an instant with a great moan. "Sebastian, I…""Anastasia, do I need to remind you that I shall know if you are lying, but," I raise my voice but a fraction of a pitch, "You have done something, for I cannot read your mind. What is it?""I, well, I
I have just gone to see this man John Gurdon again, Anastasia has been forbidden to set her foot anywhere near this building until I have made sense of what is going on.Well, may I say that I have never been so pleased and shocked in all of my human and my Vampire years together. Needless to say that Anastasia has to do a lot of explaining, but I am no longer furious in the sense that I was earlier.So it is in complete haste that I make my way back home. As I find my way inside only but half an hour later, I make my way directly to the room.I need to see Anastasia.When I get in the room, she is not in bed, but I can hear the water of the shower running. As I shred my body from clothing, I give myself a once-off over in front of the tall mirror. With biceps that clench and flex, and abs that tighten with every move, I make my way over to the hot and steamy shower.And hot and steamy is my Anastasia in nothing but her tiny red lace panties on.