To Love A Demon

Chapter 8

I cry for what seems like an eternity, messy hiccupping sobs that wrack my whole body. When I finally quit crying I sit in bed with my head in my hands trying to pull myself together. Struggling out of bed I feel chilled to the bone and my teeth start to chatter. I stand beside my bed head down, eyes closed, rubbing my arms with my hands trying to get warm. I jump as I feel a hand on my shoulder. In an instant I spin, jerking the gun from its holster and leveling it right in the face of… Derek. I hold the gun steady for a moment before it starts trembling like the rest of my body. "I don't care if you hate me. I don’t care if you shoot me, just let me help you. Please." I stare at him, bone tired and very, very cold. After a few moment I lower the gun and put it back into the holster and stand there with my arms wrapped around my body. He slips his arm over my shoulder and steers me towards the bathroom. I freeze, as I realize where he's leading me but it only lasts for a moment before I walk with him. He closes the bathroom door and helps me out of my clothes as he runs a hot bath for me. He produces a bottle of bubble bath out of thin air with a flourish grinning slyly at me. I give him a weak smile. Pouring a few capfuls into the water, the scent of Sandalwood and Nightshade fills the room. I inhale deeply as my muscles relax, he holds his hands out and I grasp it as I step into the tub, lowering myself into the steaming water. Pulling my knees to my chest I rest my head on them and sigh as Derek picks up a sponge dunking it into the water and squeezing it so that warm water cascades down my back. I sigh as I slowly start to warm up, Derek pulls the plug and lets the water out, as he helps me stand. Holding both hands up in a gesture of surrender, " Now I know you're not going to like this, but I only want to help." I shrug weakly. Stripping, he steps into the tub with me and closes the curtain, leaning around me he turns the water for a moment before stepping around in front of me and turning the shower head on, taking the initial freezing water to the back, but moves out of the way as the water warms up allowing the water to cascade over me. I turn my back to the water and level my gaze at his chest, noticing that the bullet holes were almost gone but still puckered up and red, until he slips a finger under my chin and tips my head back until my hair is under the water. I catch and hold his heated gaze while, without breaking eye contact, he picks up the shampoo. Squirting some in his palm he rubs his hands together and I step out of the stream of water, close enough to him to feel the heat radiating from his skin. He runs his fingers through my hair, lathering it with the shampoo. Once he finishes, I step back into the water, tilting my head back as he helps rinse the shampoo from my hair. I step back out of the water and stare up at him through my wet lashes. Stepping closer I lean in and kiss each one. He groans, a guttural, primal noise. "If you don’t stop that immediately I will take you. Right this second." I pulled back to look into his eyes, they had darkened considerably. His heated gaze burned through me, I wanted to forget Hades. I leaned in, and giving him one of my killer smiles, licked his chest. He took a step back and hit the wall. I advanced on him swiftly  slipping my hand up his chest and round his neck before jerking his face down and crushing his mouth to mine. I felt his body tense before he responded, his tongue tracing the outline of my lips taunting, teasing, asking. He spun me around pressing my chest against the wall reaching around he cupped me between my legs stroking softly. "I want you to take me. Hard." I breathed. He used his foot to push my ankles apart and pulled my hips back slightly so that I was arched just enough for him to sink into me from behind. He gripped my hips and slammed into me hard. I yelped and moaned as he pushed into me harder and better than I had ever had before. He gripped my hip in one hand and splayed the other across my belly gripping hard enough to leave an imprint. The last thing I remember is him slamming hard inside me and roaring as our bodies pulsed with pleasure.