Desirable Trinity

Chapter 15

Elizabeth can only think about one thing: Niklas Adair.

She never knew the sight of a man so beautiful could cause a heart to beat faster than abnormally possible, or for her stomach to do continuous somersaults without feeling nauseas but experiencing something more unworldly. Elizabeth lusts for the man who left her alone in this bedroom to wait for him, her brain mere mush at the thought of those dark eyes penetrating her gaze, and a new exhilarating feeling tightens between her legs when she thinks about this man.

For several minutes of her own solitude, she lays upon the bed she was summoned to, invigorating in the scent left on the covers whilst waiting for his return. There is never a moment that she is not thinking about him, her Casanova, or every part of him that beckons her more desperately.

She doesn’t understand this obsession with a man she feared before seeing, but a large part of her doesn’t care to decipher her own curiosity because she does not want to pop this illusion she has so perfectly created. He is astonishing, beautiful, alluring, and everything desirable that Elizabeth could ever envision for herself. She had always thought she wanted a man with the same morals as her, with goodness in his heart and a cross necklace around his neck, but Elizabeth cannot deny the effect this man has on her own interpretation of men.

            Elizabeth Bell no longer wants the man she has always pictured marrying, she wants him, Niklas Adair.

            As the bedroom door is flung open, Elizabeth is quickly scurrying up to a sitting position in the bed, watching Niklas’s dark eyes only staring back at her. Slamming the door shut behind him, Niklas resembles a man on a mission, his focus solely Elizabeth and the thought makes her giddy with pleasure. Before now, his attention was always elsewhere, whether it was on Kenna or Marie; now it was Elizabeth’s moment with this man.

            Elizabeth watches every action he makes with interest, her lip suffering from her own hormones as she nervously bites down upon it whilst watching this man rip off his belt. She stares with wide powder blue eyes as this man approaches her, crawling onto the bed with a glittering look in his eyes that Elizabeth cannot decipher the origin of. She can only imagine the feral look in his eyes is the same overbearing lust she is feeling controlling her, and as his hands grab onto her wrists her stomach only seems to flutter with more fervor.

            Holding onto the belt he had discarded off of his body, he presses both of her hands against the bed’s frame, masterly tying her hands up around it. She knows she should be feeling fear at this moment, as a man she has just met is tying her to his bed, and perhaps she should even try to wiggle around for freedom, but as the leather belt pinches against her skin she feels exhilaration in the most unworldly of ways. Elizabeth can only stare at Niklas as he moves around the bed, reminding her of a skillful predator ready to pounce, and she is actually giddy with the knowing fact of what she is in this equation.

            She is his prey.

            Elizabeth is his desired prey, not Kenna, Marie, or even the other gorgeous women scattering this mansion; he wants her at this moment to devour. A wide smile spreads across her lips at the thought, her body tightening and racing with lust and excitement that cannot be released without the man looming over her curing the sensual craving. She watches him as he pulls down his pants, kicking them off of the bed as if they are nothing but a piece of trash, and he brings himself over Elizabeth’s body with his black gaze focused solely on her pulsing neck.

            “My sunshine,” He purrs the words in a way that brings a shudder through Elizabeth, her mind racing with anticipation on his next words and actions. “Promise to be mine forever, agree to a world of c*****e and pleasure molding in perfect harmony. Be the vampire I need you to become, morph yourself into my vision of you and I will in return give you a world you could never imagine.”

            For a moment, Elizabeth is silent, processing his words and how beautifully it sounded across his lips. She is never the one to take charge or to agree to anything, she always has Kenna, Dianna, or Marie to do this for her. Yet it is only her here, gazing at the beautiful man promising her an unimaginable world filled with him in it, and none of them can make this decision for her.

            But, as Elizabeth feels the kiss of death across her neck, she knows Niklas made the decision for her with that touch alone.

            Leaning her head back, she gives him better access so that this euphoric feeling never leaves her body. His hands are on her back, hoisting her body up for his desire, which she happily obliges to. Elizabeth just wants to make Niklas happy, she wants to do anything for him; she wants to do everything for him.

            Slowly and excruciatingly, Niklas’s mouth journeys up her neck, sending passionate kisses across her jaw and further advancing until she can feel his mouth dancing teasingly across hers. He has yet to kiss her, to give Elizabeth her greatest desire, and she can feel her own patience withering by the prolonged seconds. Coolly, Niklas smiles and as his one hand holds her back up off of the mattress; his other one is slowly guiding her white panties down her long legs.

            “Say it, my sunshine.” The beautiful man above her purrs the words, his lips so close to capturing hers as he speaks that is causes a struggled whimper to leave her. “Say you will do anything for me if I give you this life beyond death. I need to hear it…”

            He slowly slips her underpants off, throwing it away from the bed and Elizabeth watches hypnotically as his naked body threatens to fit like a puzzle piece over hers. His free hand that discarded her panties strolls up her thighs once again, tempting her with what she craves more than anything she can dare to imagine, and as he purposely passes her entrance she once again whimpers. Niklas’s fingers are reminding Elizabeth of icicles, freezing but electrifying her skin in a way she knows no other man can dare do.

            “I promise to be yours to bend,” With his free hand holding onto the middle of her bra, she gives the man an innocent smile. “I will do anything for you, just please give me this. Give me you, Niklas.”

            A large smile curls itself across Niklas’s face, one that causes his eyes to flicker with hidden thoughts and sends Elizabeth into a giggling excitement. By agreeing to this, she has not only given herself utter release of her uncontrollable cravings, but she brought happiness upon Niklas. To her, his happiness is the most rewarding.

            Without hesitation, Niklas rips off Elizabeth’s bra, chucking it across the room and slamming his lips against hers. Rejoice is the only word Elizabeth can muster to think about in this moment as her first kiss is given to her by the man beyond words, her lips greeting his with a clamor of applause sounding within her own head. She slightly opens her mouth, wishing to explore his, and he eagerly plunges his tongue into her mouth, showing her everything she has been missing without him in her life.

            A giddy smile spreads across her lips as she lives this moment she can only describe to be perfect, but then a pain ripples through her that instantly brings tears upon her eyes. She can feel him inside of her, ripping around her entrance without mercy, and a strangled scream escapes Elizabeth against his lips. Both of his hands are against her sides now, stopping her from moving from the gritting pain, and plunging his body against hers more powerfully even through her screams.

            Elizabeth tries to focus on anything else other than the tearing pain throughout her body, but as she tries, another pain seizes onto her body. Tears begin streaming down her face at this point, strangled sobs escaping her when his fangs sink into her bottom lip, gnawing and suckling upon it while thrusting himself inside of her more painfully by the second. Blood is all that Elizabeth can smell at this moment, her blood, and even as the pain becomes nearly exhausting she gleams at the success that twinkles through his black eyes.

            She is making him happy, and even through her own pain she can be proud of that.

            When he pulls his fangs out of her, his rod still inside of her, he stares down at her with a blood matted face and an effervescent smile that makes Elizabeth’s insides churn. Her body feels weak, as if unconsciousness is the best option, but instead she watches as his fangs sink into his own skin rather than hers. It is only a second where he causes himself momentary pain, and before his bloodied wound heals he thrusts it against Elizabeth’s lips.

            It takes rotten, like the driest of dirt shoved into her mouth for her to feed upon, and yet she knows Niklas wants her to and that is enough to have her suckle upon it. Elizabeth wishes to vomit up the disgusting taste, but before she can even consider the thought, his bloodied wrist is pulled from her mouth and both of his hands are moving towards her neck.

            Elizabeth stares up at the man above her, watching and waiting to see acknowledgement for her efforts for him, but instead she feels him tightens his hands that are around her throat. Her eyes widen from the pain and disbelief, his hands continuing to constrict themselves around her neck until there is absolutely no circulation. But she doesn’t stop him. She doesn’t want to disappoint him, and instead goes limp under him, allowing him to end the life he had just turned upside down.

            But right before death grips upon her, she hears Niklas’s voice serenading her. “Welcome to my world, Elizabeth.”

            At the sound of his voice once again, she smiles as death takes her, knowing she will see him again as he envisions her to be. She forgets that she is terrified of vampires, of blood, and of the murders that she will commit. Elizabeth can only think of the man that has seduced her into oblivion, of the creature she cannot dare think of as anything but a creation of pure perfection, and for the first time since laying her eyes on him she believes that these feelings towards him aren’t requited.

            Now, she will forever be a part of his world.

            Happily,

            Willingly,

            Desirably.