AT YOUR MERCY

18. Little red ridinghood

Consumed in his massive arms, he moved us backwards towards the bed and cradled me as he sat down, placing me sideways on his lap.

" I'm so sorry little one." He whispered. "Sleep." He said in a deep rough voice.

The hazey feeling intensified and I got very drowsey. I nuzzled into the warmth of his embrace and sighed deeply.

Just before darkness consumed me his voice rang again.

"Vågn op, jeg har brug for et råd" Wake up, I need an advice. I could suddenly understand his danish again and my eyes slowly opened back up. I was placed under a comfy duvet and the scarf I had been craving so desperately earlier was wrapped loosely around my hands.

David was in the other room with Stefan, they were talking in hushed voices.

The scent from the scarf made it difficult to concentrate. But one scentence was loud and clear.

"For fanden David, hun kan ikke tænke klart før du gør krav på hende, få det nu overstået." Damn it David, she cant think clearly until you claim her, get it over with.

I felt my heart rate pick up, despite my hazed state I now knew what that meant.

"Jeg er bange for du har ret..." I am afraid you are right.

I started shaking but for the life of me I couldn't convince myself to get up and run. I felt tears well up and my breaths were coming out in short huffs.

Suddenly footsteps were audible and the door opened wide. David came in with a worried expression. Behind him were Stefan who gently closed the door and left.

David quickly made his way to the bed and gently tugged me to him. He placed me in his lap with my legs on either side of him. Despite his closeness my fear was momentarily stronger and I kept shaking and sobbing silently.

"Darling please calm down." He whispered as he rubbed my back.

Involuntarily I started to calm my breathing and the shaking also seized.

"Why are you upset?" He whispered in my ear.

"I don't wan't you to bite me." I breathed out lowly. The tears kept flowing and his hands stopped moving.

"Shh Elinor. I wont bite you right now." He whispered and hugged me tightly to his chest.

"No, I don't want you to bite me at all. This is crazy, and I am so scared." I croaked out while casting my gaze down.

His grip on me tightened and his body started shaking beneath me.

"Shh, Elinor. Don't talk." He rasped out with gritted teeth. His voice had changed drastically, and it almost sounded as if a completely different person were talking.

His hands slowly lifted the fabric of my shirt and started caressing the skin of my waist. Tingles erupted from his touch and somehow I felt myself sink into his physical affections.

His whole body were tense, his muscles tight as he kept me in place straddling his lap.

"This feeling, darling, your intoxication, infatuation with me. It wont go away." He grapped my hips and pulled me closer towards him while burrying his face in my neck. "Unless you give in to me."