The Broken Raven - A Paradox Of Two Worlds Series Book 1

Chapter 36- Clay

The feeling that comes over me is different. She evokes emotions in me that I never thought I would feel. I raise myself to face her. Her gaze remained fixed on the ceiling.

"Are you okay?" I ask gently, pushing her hair out of her face.

"Yeah," she continues, "was it okay for you?" She asks quietly.

"It was perfect!" I look at her, and I can't believe how beautiful she is. She sits up, looking sad. "But you have been with so many girls," She mumbles; she feels embarrassed. I grab her and kiss her temple. I pull her in between my legs as she rests her head on my arms. My eyes follow the new tattoos on her back. I trace them like she has done to me and say,

"None of those girls were you. It was perfect because I love you. It's a different feeling," I assure her. She nuzzles her head into my chest.

Not now, come on!

After what we just did, I really don't want to leave her, but I have to go home. I can feel the hunger growing inside of me. "Baby, I, uh, I need to go home and get a drink. I promise I'll be right back," I tell her.

She is perplexed and doesn't get what I'm saying. How clueless she may be at times is adorable. She needs to know that I need blood. "Oh!" That is all that comes out.

"I'm sorry, but I need it." I calmly tell her. She gets up and walks over to her closet and throws on shorts and a t-shirt—my t-shirt, she kept it.

"Could you control it if you were to drink from me?" She asks, searching my face.

"Excuse me?" I ask, confused. "I mean, could you stop yourself from killing me?" She clarifies.

"I don't know." I say honestly, my eyes still locked on hers. She walks toward me as I get dressed.

"Well, I could stop you before you hurt me," she says with a smirk. At that very moment, I understood that this sweet girl, who seemed so frail, actually possessed greater strength. "Let's try," she tells me.

"Okay, but please, I don't care what you must do if I hurt you. You need to stop me." She nods.

I can see her veins pulsating near my mouth on her wrist. She feels uneasy. Her heart is racing, and I can feel it. She nods her head in agreement when I look at her again for confirmation. I bite down, but instead of yelling or sobbing, she lets out a gasp that develops into a moan.

What is happening?

Nothing like this has ever happened, yet as I gently sip, I can feel all these sensations taking over. It's simultaneously enjoyable, intense, and intoxicating. I back away and observe her with her eyes still closed, as though she is mesmerised by what has just happened. She is not to blame; it was enjoyable. I can feel the animal urge leaving me as she opens her eyes to stare at me with my eyes still crimson. She then places her hands on my face. "That wasn't so bad," she states.

"No, it was...' I start to say, but she finishes. "Pleasurable?"

"Yeah, it doesn't make sense."

"What do you mean? Isn't it always like this?" She appears puzzled; this is crazy. How do I explain to her that this was different from the norm because it seemed more like she had influence over me, like a connection between two people, rather than the joy I typically get from hearing the screams and cries of others as I have control over them? Sex.

"No, this was different. This felt like the emotional connection we had, like when we just had, you know, sex," I tell her.

"Oh!" She stares at me, almost looking for more of an answer. "So this is new?"

"Yes, I can't begin to tell you why because I have no clue." Our continued silence is killing me. The sound of Raven's phone disrupts the stillness in the room.

"Who's that?" Who the hell is texting her at this time of night?

"It's just Zack. He wants to meet for lunch tomorrow," she tells me.

"No, hell no," I argue with her.

"What? You can't tell me no." She snaps back.

"I don't want you around him!" I growl.

"You can't tell me who I can and can not be friends with. Remember, I don't need a man to tell me what to do." She yells.

I push my fingers through my hair. God, she's so fucking stubborn. "I don't trust him. He wants you, I can tell."

"Not every guy wants in my pants, Clay. Not every guy is you." That hurt; she's starting to regret everything that just happened. Her breathing steadies, and she calms herself.

"I'm so sick of your stupid games, Clay. Get yourself together. You say you want me, that's fine, but you can't control what I do or whom I am friends with. I'm going to lunch tomorrow with him, whether you like it or not, and that's final; you can either stay or leave, your choice," she asks... No, she tells me.

I pull her close to me and press my mouth against hers; she fights me. "Please, baby, kiss me." I beg. She parts her lips, and our tongues meet; this is my way of telling her I'm staying. As we break apart, I whisper in her ear, "I'm not going anywhere. I want to be with you." She smiles and leans in for another kiss, this time without any hesitation.