Vampire Dreams

Chapter 6

  Angel stepped out of the bathroom wearing a shirt that obviously belonged to Deacon. It came down to her knees! The sweats he had given her just would not stay up and were at least a foot too long. She made her way down the long staircase that could have passes for a scene in Gone with the Wind. It felt like forever before her foot hit the bottom. The foyer was ten times the size of her apartment. She followed the scent of freshy brewed coffee through the dining room and into an industrial sized kitchen. It was there that she found Deacon, holding Swoop, scratching her chin and speaking to an older woman regarding the needs of his guest. "Rose, the young lady will need some suitable clothing, can you arrange that?" "Yes, I can do that. Now turn around and get the girl coffee." Deacon grinned, giving rose a quick hug and thanking her once again.

    "I see you found us. Did the clothes fit?" Stepping out from behind the island Angel revealed that the sweats did not fit. "Oh, I see there was a wardrobe malfunction. Rose will be doing some shopping later today. She will pick up some items for you as well as your uniform from the cleaners." Angel reached out taking the cup of coffee that Deacon handed her. "Cream, sugar?" "Yes, both please. How is my uniform?" "Rose tried to get the blood from your cheek out of the blouse, but to no avail, so she took it to Fibisons." Angel winced as the hot coffee stung the corner of her mouth where the faint trace of a cut lingered. "Oh, thank you, but I don't know how I will ever repay you for all you've done." "Angel, being here with me now is repayment enough." "I don't think my time alone is worth the risk of you saving me." "Angel, when will you realize that your time is priceless? That I would gladly give all I have away just to spend a single perfect moment with you?" "Now you are just laying it on too thick, I'm taking your sheet and going home."

    For fear that she actually would wrap herself in toga fashion with his sheet, Deacon leapt over the island separating them with the grace of a jungle cat, landing without a sound. Startled, Angel tried to take a step back but before she could, Deacons arms were wrapped around her waist with no intention of letting her go. "Angel, you are worth my entire existence. Before she could respond, Deacon lowered his head and gently touched his lips to hers. In her head, Angel told herself not to respond. Her lips had a mind of their own. She moaned softly, giving Deacon the go ahead to make the kiss more demanding. 

    He parted her lips with his tongue, feeling intoxicated by the taste of coffee and peaches. He grasped her bottom lip with his teeth, tugging gently before slipping his tongue back into her mouth for another taste. Angel drank in the masculine scent and the feeling of rock hard abs up against her body. The velvet warmth of his tongue mixed with hers making her knees go weak. Instinctively she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her taut n*****s into his chest. "Angel, I'm not to be held accountable for my actions if we continue."  Angel pressed her lips firmly onto his. "Deacon, I have had three lovers in my life. Not one of them made me feel half as much as you do with on kiss. I have yet to be truly satisfied by anything other than my bullet. If you want to spend time with me, then you are going to have to prove yourself worthy because I will no longer settle for second best." 

    Before Angel could get her lips back to Deacon,  he had swept her off her feet. Running through the rooms so fast it was all a blur. At the top of the stairs, Deacon turned the opposite way of the room in which she had previously slept. "Deacon, you are going the wrong way. The bedroom is back there." "If I am going to prove myself Angel, I prefer to do it in my own bed." At the end of the hall Deacon pushed the door open revealing a crimson room with gothic features. Chandeliers hanging on either side of the bed. He laid her down on a blood red comforter, gently taking Swoop from her hands, creating a bed from the softest fleece blanket on the floor. Swoop curled up and closed her eyes knowingly. Turning back to Angel, Deacon positioned Angel so her ass was at the edge of the platform bed. Kneeling before her, he placed his hands on her legs. Running them up and down, massaging them with the heat of anticipation. "Angel, are you sure?" "Yes, no, quit talking and prove yourself...slave..." "Slave?" Angel blinked, wondering if she should take back the comment. "Yes." "As you wish."