Witchling

Chapter Four ୨♰୧

Bonnie allowed the warm sprays of her shower water to soothe the small cuts on her face from Elijah fingernails, and the gash on her neck that was healing because he licked it. She stayed in the shower until the water ran cold, terrified of what Elijah was going to do next. She had never seen him that pissed off before. When she finally got out of the shower, she noticed Jess neglected to set out her pajamas and Elijah was standing in front of her dresser. She glanced at him nervously, and tightened the grip she had on the towel covering her body.

"Suddenly bashful?" Elijah asked.

Bonnie shook her head. "I just need my clothes."

Elijah glanced over his shoulder toward her dresser then back at her. "Is something stopping you?"

Bonnie skittishly rocked on her feet, not wanting to step any closer to him. He took a tiny step to the side allowing her better access to her dresser. She quickly took several timid steps to grab some clothes to sleep in. As she opened the very top drawer to grab her underthings, Elijah's hand stopped hers.

"You won't be needing those." He informed her.

Bonnie gulped heavily, and nodded. She purposely grabbed the most unappealing nightgown she owned, which wasn't unappealing at all. It was black, silk, and long. It had spaghetti straps, a modest front, but low back. Elijah swiftly took it from her hand, and Bonnie gulped again.

"Allow me."

It was more of a demand than a question, and Bonnie was so nervous her knees were lightly shaking. She gripped her towel tighter, but her grip was no match for Elijah. He aggressively ripped the offending terry cloth from her body that instantly began full on trembling. His eyes were locked on hers. He ran his finger down her arm then motioned with his finger for her to turn around. She slowly turned until her backside was facing him. He took a small step forward so he was standing impossibly close to her, and lightly tapped her elbow signaling her to raise her arms. She raised both arms, and he slowly lowered the silk gown over her tiny frame. She moved to turn and face him, but he held her steady by her hips. His thumb lightly stroked her exposed back. He leaned in to nibble her ear, and heat instantly rose throughout her entire body.

He whispered, "You are sure to be the death of me little one."

Bonnie rolled her eyes at the new nick name.

"But first I will slaughter any man you choose to fraternize with." His fang grazed her earlobe causing her to flinch. "Do I make myself clear?"

Bonnie nodded. And without warning, Elijah bit down on her neck. Bonnie squealed, but as he began to drink she relaxed. It was her first time being fed from and it was euphoric she wanted more. Without warning her feet were hovering the ground, and she was moving toward the bed. He spun her body around, and captured her lips hungrily. As soon as a soft moan escaped her lips, her back hit the mattress. She looked in Elijah eyes, and was terrified. No one had ever looked at her like that before. It was a look of pure desire, lust, and possessiveness. She instinctively began scooting backward. Elijah's left eye twitched, and he growled causing Bonnie to freeze.

"Elijah," she started timidly.

"Don't be shy now!" He said coldly.

She watched quietly as he slowly took off his shirt and pants. He reached for the waistband of his boxer-briefs, and her heartrate sped up as moisture began between her thighs. He pulled his underwear off, and she gasped at his size. Her body began trembling again.