United Regnum

Allec 8

Did she just cringe?

I feel two emotions swirling in her chest; lust and a bit of fear. I wonder where the lust came from. Maybe she likes being yelled at. Likes when I'm stern with her... I smile wickedly, internally at the thought.

Although the lust is much stronger than the fear, fear is what shows on her face.

Did I.... Was I too stern? Damn it, Cross. I can't lose her. "You know, Eva," I begin trying to smooth out the frown lines in her forehead. "Everything will be alright in the end. Trust me, please. All I want is for you to trust me, and..." Care for me. All I want is for her to care for me. All I want is Eva.

I curse myself when I think of how I've muddied up the waters. I brought sweet, innocent Eva into this death trap to be used by Ruth. How could I? How could a human being be so despicable?

"I do." I hear her honey sweet voice. She trusts me. Or she cares? Or both?

I look down at her black hair and her grey eyes.

Why is she so beautiful?

When I've caught her gaze for too long she looks down and plays with her hands. I instinctively stop walking a grab her left hand. I run my fingers over it and massage it. A current of electricity zings through my body.

A sudden, and intense feeling comes over me. I want her. I need her before it's too late. Before everything goes to madness. Before i lose her. I feel my heart begin to thud against my chest. I tilt her chin up gently and lean down. I begin stroking her bottom lip with mine and my knees nearly give out. She steps closer to me and places her hands on my chest. I protectively wrap my arm around her waist. I feel her chest grow against me as she inhales. I need to savor this. I can feel both her passion and mine growing. Soon she's filled with nothing but passion. I release her chin and put my hand in the small of her back. I feel myself press into her. God, I want her, now. I bite her bottom lip gently. It's so full and pink. I kiss her once with our mouths closed. When I pull her away, I hear her sigh. Even her little whispers are beautiful.

I open my mouth slightly and she does the same. We're consumed by our first kiss. Our tongues dance and lick at each other playfully and passionately. She runs her fingers through, and grabs my hair. I keep my first hand on her lower back and raise my second into her long, sleek hair. By then my lungs are ready to burst. We end the kiss by panting and staring at each other. Her lips look red and sensitive now. Her grey eyes shine brighter than ever. Our breathing and passion settles after awhile.

"Allec." She whispers.

"Yes, Eva?"

"May I... Spend the night?" I realize nothing would make me happier. I nod and hug her. We walk hand in hand back to my room. These rooms are much smaller than my apartment back home. The bed and couch face each other with a wall separating them, and only one closet and bathroom.

"Take the bed." I tell her. Although I probably don't need to. She nods and goes to sit on the edge of the bed. She takes off her shoes and relaxes for a moment.

I look at what she's wearing. She can't sleep in leggings. They look far too uncomfortable. I grab a t-shirt and lay it next to her. She reaches for it and brushes my hand. I look at her and see that she's blushing. She looks up at me with her grey eyes. I feel the passion bloom in her, and grow in me. I can't stop my perverted mind from thinking of her. Her in only a t-shirt. Lights on. Panting, screaming, clawing. I lean down and kiss her again, roughly. I need to hear her say my name. I need to know that she's thinking of me and is mine.

"What do you want?" I ask her breathlessly.

She breathes against my lips, then closes we eyes as if she's meditating.

"I want you, Allec. Now, please."

If I denied that I want her it would be a damned blatant lie. My pants are strained and my breathing is ragged. I want to fill her.

No. No. What the hell am I thinking? She's sixteen and I'm her trainer. I pull away and straighten up, as if I'm not straight enough. I notice the blush in her cheeks.

I almost growl with want.

"Allec..." She whimpers my name.

The last thing I want to do is hurt her, and this is only leading to hurt. "We can't. I can't. This is all too complicated right now. One day, maybe, but not right now, Eva. I'm so sorry." She's not sad or confused, she's hurt. She looks like I plunged a knife in the middle of her chest. She's breathless and on the verge of tears. Watching her be in pain is too much for me. I leave the t-shirt on the bed and grab my pajamas. I head into the bathroom. I don't know what to do with myself. My heart is heavy, my mind is congratulating me, and my body is betraying me.