To Love A Demon

Chapter 9

I woke with a start and looked around wondering what was going on. My dream had been so vivid and realistic I could have sworn it was real. I looked down at my body and gasped there were blue and black bruises all over my skin in the shape of handprints. I wasn’t sore however but it was very noticeable. "Good morning darling" I jerked my gaze over to the corner of the room and there stood Derek but not Derek. This man was 6.5 feet tall black hair and blue and silver marbled skin "Derek?" I asked hesitantly. He grinned revealing fangs and the smile he gave me was pure evil. I scrambled back into the corner pulling my knees to my chest trembling staring wide-eyed at him. "W..w..what are you?" I managed to stutter out. "Oh you poor thing, you never knew. I am one of the Demons of this world. The highest-ranking with the darkest and most deadly magic in the world." I furrowed my brows "It was you! You were the one making and controlling the dreams!" His grin got wider and he nodded once in agreement. I shook my head sagely. "Why am I bruised?" His gaze dropped to the bruises covering my body and I saw a tiny bit of regret flash through his eyes. "That would be my fault. I am sorry if it hurts." I glanced down and shrugged "Nah it's not painful." I said nonchalantly. He raised a brow and smirked softly. He took a step closer and I dropped my legs and leaned back into the corner relaxing. "Are you not afraid of me?" I shrugged "Not really. Should I be?" He shook his head and smiled ruefully "I don’t want you to be afraid of me. I want you to love me." I c****d my head to the side and looked at him curiously. "Why should I not be? You just told me you are an omnipotent demon and much more deadly than all others. Why would you do to me what you have if you're a demon?" "Because all I want is for you to love me and be with me for all time." I looked at him curiously and c****d my head to the side. "You love me? Why?" Because you are a very special woman with massive amounts of potential. I can sense the potential in you and the possibility for you to become so much more than you are right now." I arch my brow at him and stare. He smiles grimly and rubs the back of his neck. "Sorry again about the bruises. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just couldn't control myself." As naked as the day I was born I climbed out of the bed and stood proudly. His gaze drifted over my body and he winced. I glanced down and stretched noticing that black and blue handprint bruises were crossed all over my body. I sauntered over to him and gripped the front of his shirt pulling him down nose to nose with me. My gaze locked with his and I stretched up on my toes to slant my mouth over his forcing my tongue past his teeth and into his mouth. He growled deep in his throat and fisted a hand in my hair at the base of my skull grinding his mouth on mine so hard that one of his teeth nicked my lip. I tasted blood, and he jerked back. "I am so sorry..." He began and I cut him off by pulling his face back down to mine and grinding our mouths together once again.