Tidal Waves

22. Desire

TW: sexual content 

A couple of days passed as Raven was trapped with her obsessive admirer. How many days to be exact, she had lost count of. 

The first night, he had allowed her to wash up and gave her some of her own clothing to wear.

To her surprise, he allowed her to wash up, fed her, and even tended to her needs. He was truly unlike most captors. Raven couldn't decide that he was evil yet. Or, maybe she was beginning to develop a case of Stockholm syndrome. There was no telling at this point in her chaotic life.

He explained his early life, which included being born in a place called Limbo Town and being the only witch child to survive, as the rest of the residents were burned at the stake. He'd also mentioned that he was ancient, which is why he was so good with his powers.

"How does it taste?" Klarion spoke up, as the two of them ate dinner he had prepared. Raven sat at the small dining table, unbound. Even though her feet and hands were free, she was unable to do anything to escape yet. Physical harm was pointless to attempt on someone supernatural, and his powers were far more advanced than hers.

Besides, she'd already attempted to escape twice. Both times he'd used his abilities to seize her.

"Better than starving, I suppose," Raven answered, receiving an unamused expression from the man. In all honesty, the food he had cooked was good, but she wouldn't let him know that.

"Can't be worse than a pirate's food," Klarion retorted. "You have far more potential than sailing the sea with a bunch of immature runaways."

Raven averted her gaze. Even if he was right, she enjoyed her time with the friends she'd made. Without them, she didn't know where she'd be, if not dead.

"Ready for bed?" Klarion questioned as he took her dirty dishes and put them away.

She answered with a nod and he escorted her down the dark hallway. Klarion owned a dark and lonely mansion. Tall candles illuminated their walkway as they made their way back to his bedroom. Once they were inside, Teekl took his place at the foot of the bed.

Raven sat down on the king-sized bed, meeting Klarion's piercing gaze.

"I meant what I said," he decided to say, his voice oddly intimate. "There is more about you than your powers."

Raven raised an eyebrow, and he continued when he was met with silence.

"Your skill is admirable," Klarion added, inching closer to her. "Despite having powers, you are quite the fighter. I can't say the same about myself."

"They told me I had to know how to fight if I wanted to stay," she replied, then added, "I can't always rely on powers to save me."

Telling him the truth about her inability to use her powers was an awful idea.

Klarion was now directly towering over her, and Raven could detect a change in his normal attitude. She watched anxiously as his dark eyes trailed over her figure lustfully, and for the first time, she could somehow directly sense someone else's emotions; which in his case was desire.

The feeling of his fingers brushing her hair from her face was oddly comforting, and she froze as he cupped her cheek, his thumb grazing over her parted lips.

"Is it because you are inexperienced with your abilities?" Klarion suddenly questioned, and her eyes slightly widened, giving away her answer. "It's okay," he quickly assured her, genuinely.

"Have you known?" Raven nervously questioned.

Klarion nodded, his other hand slowly sliding underneath her dress. Raven's heart pounded in her chest as he leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, I can teach you."