Why Choose? Have Them Both

Enticed

Sarah thought of Damien, and the time they would not have together. His smile, his scent and his eyes filled her thoughts, offering an unexpected calm which spread throughout her body. She was thankful to have met him, and sad for the time that was to be taken from them. She hoped he wouldn't be too effected by her death and found happiness.

The beasts face was so close to hers she could smell its leathery breath, knowing it was the end.

She heard a savage snarl, jerking her from her thoughts and saw the beast fly across the sky, landing with a thud meters away. The next thing she felt was the rush of air, and firm arms around her as she sped at lightening speed, carried towards the house.

Viktor dropped her beyond the sunlight streaming into the door she'd not long run out of. He heaved on the ground, body burned, smoke rising from him in thick swirls.

Sarah stood watching him, stunned. A gut wrenching howl tore her attention from the monster and back outside, where she saw the beast running towards the gate. Fear twisted in her throat, and she looked to Viktor but he hadn't moved, his skin blistered and still smoking. Her gaze back to the beast, she saw it leap towards the gate and her heart leapt. She then saw is slam into something that was not there, an invisible barrier and fall back with a yelp. It repeated this action, again and again but for some reason it could not breach the barrier at the gate. Sarah looked to the open door, to scared to move and shut it.

Sarah looked back to Viktor. He still had not moved and his panting was starting to calm. She moved to the door to shut it and when she turned back Viktor was gone.

It was after sunset and Sarah sat at the great dining table, eating some bread she had found in the kitchens. She was disappointed to find little food in the house, making her think that the monsters plan for its food was not a long term one. She'd realised that she was either stuck in the house with a minster or stuck out of the house with a beast. She had no idea what to do, how she could help herself. about an hour ago, it had occurred to her that Viktor had saved her...at a cost to himself. The burns had looked horrid and raw, flesh red and blistered and they pretty much covered his entire body. She could understand why he might save his snack, but not why he didn't bite her after. He'd seemed to be in great pain having ventured into the sun. He simply could have left her to die and grabbed another take away one evening. Now she thought about it, technically, he'd saved her twice. She didn't like this line of thinking. It was dangerous, he was a monster. She thought of Damien, and wondered where he was, what he was doing. Was he searching for her? Where did he go? Why did he leave? Did he even know she was missing? She became aware of a presence and her head flew up. There he was. In the doorway, staring at me. The scent of roses floods my system and my heart triples in speed, energy humming through me. He carried a candle and the light dances across his ravishing face. His eyes are dark and seem a deep purple in the light. They meet mine and my body floods with desire. I feel an urge to go to him, and a I want to. I recognise my own instincts, screaming to run, look away somewhere in the back of my mind, but they have no impact. I gaze at him, and cannot stop. What is happening to me? He turns and leaves and I hear my thoughts scream at his absence. Go. I rise from my seat and follow. Somehow he is already at the top of the stairs and my legs scramble up them to meet him. I reach the top and see him enter my room, candle flickering in the darkness.

I reach the door, taking the handle in my hand. I push it, and open it. Suddenly, my back is the the inside of the door, Viktor so close my breasts touch his chest. His eyes I see are the darkest brown, his skin pale and perfect and his jaw wide and angular. His hair looks soft and falls almost to his shoulders. He towers over me, staring into my eyes. My senses flood, smelling roses, and acutely aware of where his chest meets mine. I gasp for breath when I see his eyes fleck purple and I feel a tightness in my core. I cannot break gaze with him and I find that I do not wish to. He leans in close to me, inhaling deeply. I squeeze my thighs together, his actions so sensual I do not know what to do with my body. Touch. I raise a shaking hand, unable to stop the trembles, my body raging with desire for this monster. But that word seems wrong. Or does it? Whatever he is, all that consumes me is desire for him. I want in on me, and in me, and drinking me. I vaguely register a distant thought of alarm but its beyond reaching me here.

My hand meets his chest, his clothes a barrier I detest. I frown at them, angered at their presence. I feel the back of his hand, brush down my cheek, slowly, ever so lightly. My face floods warmth, it spreading as his hands flows down my neck and and over the top of my exposed chest. Wetness floods below, and I barely suppress a moan at his touch. His eye flare wide and he grabs my waist, pulling me toward his body. His scent, of roses, intensifies this close and I smother my body into his, hips pushing towards him. He feels cool and solid against me and again I anger at the presence of his clothes. His hands are at the back of my dress and it's suddenly falling away. He steps back and I almost whine with distress, and most immediately my underwear is gone, flung away with my bra. The air around my body is cool. His eyes slowly scrutinises my body and in a flash he gabs me and I'm on the bed, laid back. I glance up to the mirror and see myself open up for him, legs wide. Yes. My arms reach to him. Another blur and he is naked. I raise myself to my elbows to take him in. A perfectly sculpted body, broad, pale, immaculate. His c**k looks succulent, large and thick with a head that makes my mouth and p***y water. He snarls at me, and it's thrilling, the noise sending my desire in to a frenzy.

All of a sudden he his there, face between my legs. His cool breath on my thighs sends shudders of desire to my core, convulsing with need for him. He takes no time and begins to lap at me, his tongue moving slow and deliberately, his hands resting on my thighs to keep them apart. He suckles at my c**t and the pleasure is so incredibly exquisite, I call out but no sound emerges. I fall into bliss, unable to think or comprehend anything beyond its feeling.

I grind into him, my hands in his hair, clenching and pulling him into me. He continues his work as I start to feel tight within, my breath ragged already. All I am is want and need and desire, nothing more. My eyes open to see our reflection, my body spread for him, his face buried in me and its so perfect, so right.

Suddenly he looks up to me, eyes confused. I stare back, panting and he flashes to the door and looks back. I blink and he is gone.