Post by Cascadia on Jun 20, 2006 20:18:18 GMT -5
Aubrey
Something was mumbling in the back of his mind, and it was slowly drawing his attention away from her. Fighting over the voice in the back of his mind, he took another step, smiling as the voice quieted with each breath she took. He could smell her fear on the air, and part of him was sickened by it, ready to tear apart anything piece by piece just so she would smile again, but another part of him wanted her afraid. He could protect her, it just didn’t click that the only thing she feared was him. Almost gliding across the lawn, he savored the raw emotion behind her eyes. She’d been hiding far too long, and he was tired of having to push past the mask she wore just to peak at how she really felt. She was too damn good at hiding. There’s no hiding now,[/color] he thought to himself as she pushed back into the wall away from him.
His eyes moved down her, taking in her scent as he raked her body with his gaze. Placing one hand on the house next to her face, he leaned forward, watching her eyes close. She was trembling. The mumbling came again, but he barely noticed as he breathed in her fear and confusion. His other hand found her lower back, and he pulled her from the wall, almost laughing as her hands instantly appeared on his chest, pushing him away. He didn’t even need bother fighting her, he could hold her against him easily.
Pulling her into the shadows with him, he circled up her wall, the moon casting shadows everywhere. Slipping between the balcony doors, he materialized beside her bed. Laying her down, he lay on top of her, forcing her legs on either side of him.
“Aubrey, you’re-you’re drunk,” she stuttered, but he only smiled again, his fangs glittering. Pulling her hair up with one hand, he let it fall over the pillow, leaving her neck bare. He moved in to kiss her throat, but her hands moved up, covering the skin. Blinking a few times, he glared at her, grabbing her wrists and pinning them to the bed. She squirmed beneath him, and he ground against her, groaning slightly. She took in a deep breath, her eyes flickering closed. His head lowered, lips tickling her ear.
“I think she likes it,” he whispered mocking her. She whimpered, and he growled lustily. Her hands fought against his, but he held her still. Something in him was screaming, completely drowning out the mumbling from before, and he could barely think over it, the demanding voice. It was craving her, all of her. He switched her hands into one of his, his free hand smoothing down her side, enjoying the curves of her body. Lifting himself off her a little, he slid his hand into the gap and up her skirt, fingertips grazing her panties.
Jayde gasped, no longer struggling, lust overpowering her senses. He rubbed her through her underwear, listening to her quiet moans and watched her eyes glaze over. Then he ripped the clothing off, feeling it tear easily in his hand. She seemed to regain some sense, and slid back some, movement restricted by his hold.
“Aubrey, stop, this isn’t you,” she stumbled over words, her tongue not following her will. He chuckled, pausing.
But this is me, Jayde. He whispered across her mind, his fingers slamming into her. She whimpered, turning her head from him. He smelled saltiness on the air, and realized she was crying. The mumbling grew to a dull roar, but he was lost in other thoughts. She’s weak. Humans are all too weak. [/color]But the larger part of him still craved her, and he held her wrists tighter.
“You drew blood, correct?” He didn’t expect an answer, just muffled sobs followed. Nodding to himself, he repeated, “drew blood. Blood claim. But you’re too weak.” Nothing was making sense to him, the more his mind tried to straighten itself out, the more confused he became, and it would be so easy to just give into the instincts…
Tilting his head, he smiled, a thought dawning on him. Humans are weak. [/color]He lowered himself back down, his hand moving to the back o her neck, bracing her head. Jayde shouldn’t have to be weak. [/color]His lips moved over her skin, and she shuddered. But Talyn has blood claim. [/color]His lips parted, tasting her flesh, a thin layer of sweat covering it. He only has blood claim if she’s human, and humans are weak. His fangs raked over her throat softly, and she whimpered louder, beginning to squirm under him. If she’s not human, she’s not weak. [/color=]He bit into her.
Something was mumbling in the back of his mind, and it was slowly drawing his attention away from her. Fighting over the voice in the back of his mind, he took another step, smiling as the voice quieted with each breath she took. He could smell her fear on the air, and part of him was sickened by it, ready to tear apart anything piece by piece just so she would smile again, but another part of him wanted her afraid. He could protect her, it just didn’t click that the only thing she feared was him. Almost gliding across the lawn, he savored the raw emotion behind her eyes. She’d been hiding far too long, and he was tired of having to push past the mask she wore just to peak at how she really felt. She was too damn good at hiding. There’s no hiding now,[/color] he thought to himself as she pushed back into the wall away from him.
His eyes moved down her, taking in her scent as he raked her body with his gaze. Placing one hand on the house next to her face, he leaned forward, watching her eyes close. She was trembling. The mumbling came again, but he barely noticed as he breathed in her fear and confusion. His other hand found her lower back, and he pulled her from the wall, almost laughing as her hands instantly appeared on his chest, pushing him away. He didn’t even need bother fighting her, he could hold her against him easily.
Pulling her into the shadows with him, he circled up her wall, the moon casting shadows everywhere. Slipping between the balcony doors, he materialized beside her bed. Laying her down, he lay on top of her, forcing her legs on either side of him.
“Aubrey, you’re-you’re drunk,” she stuttered, but he only smiled again, his fangs glittering. Pulling her hair up with one hand, he let it fall over the pillow, leaving her neck bare. He moved in to kiss her throat, but her hands moved up, covering the skin. Blinking a few times, he glared at her, grabbing her wrists and pinning them to the bed. She squirmed beneath him, and he ground against her, groaning slightly. She took in a deep breath, her eyes flickering closed. His head lowered, lips tickling her ear.
“I think she likes it,” he whispered mocking her. She whimpered, and he growled lustily. Her hands fought against his, but he held her still. Something in him was screaming, completely drowning out the mumbling from before, and he could barely think over it, the demanding voice. It was craving her, all of her. He switched her hands into one of his, his free hand smoothing down her side, enjoying the curves of her body. Lifting himself off her a little, he slid his hand into the gap and up her skirt, fingertips grazing her panties.
Jayde gasped, no longer struggling, lust overpowering her senses. He rubbed her through her underwear, listening to her quiet moans and watched her eyes glaze over. Then he ripped the clothing off, feeling it tear easily in his hand. She seemed to regain some sense, and slid back some, movement restricted by his hold.
“Aubrey, stop, this isn’t you,” she stumbled over words, her tongue not following her will. He chuckled, pausing.
But this is me, Jayde. He whispered across her mind, his fingers slamming into her. She whimpered, turning her head from him. He smelled saltiness on the air, and realized she was crying. The mumbling grew to a dull roar, but he was lost in other thoughts. She’s weak. Humans are all too weak. [/color]But the larger part of him still craved her, and he held her wrists tighter.
“You drew blood, correct?” He didn’t expect an answer, just muffled sobs followed. Nodding to himself, he repeated, “drew blood. Blood claim. But you’re too weak.” Nothing was making sense to him, the more his mind tried to straighten itself out, the more confused he became, and it would be so easy to just give into the instincts…
Tilting his head, he smiled, a thought dawning on him. Humans are weak. [/color]He lowered himself back down, his hand moving to the back o her neck, bracing her head. Jayde shouldn’t have to be weak. [/color]His lips moved over her skin, and she shuddered. But Talyn has blood claim. [/color]His lips parted, tasting her flesh, a thin layer of sweat covering it. He only has blood claim if she’s human, and humans are weak. His fangs raked over her throat softly, and she whimpered louder, beginning to squirm under him. If she’s not human, she’s not weak. [/color=]He bit into her.