Ink And Raven Feathers

Part 1

The well built man smirked as soon as his lustful red eyes caught mines.

His flawless and unblemished skin sent chills down my skin.

Ink had been laced his arms and chest in patterns that I'm sure angels wouldn't be so happy about.

Had I failed to mention he'd had only be wearing pants?

His nails had been black, long, and slender. He could really fuck someone up with those things.

And the thought about it had only frightened me.

Would you look at me now? A 20 year old girl who accidentally summoned a demon. And yes, I was shaking as if I had been put out in a snow storm.

What had I done? Elaine thought to herself. She didn't think the ritual would work. I mean, it was just some dumb book her father, a librarian had tossed away... right?

"Something Incredible." The man who was too attractive for his own good answered her thought.

The man stood and stepped off the symbol that had been drawn in Elaine's blood. He took a good look at Elaine and smirked. I guess the guy could tell the fear in Elaine's eyes.

Elaine, who was now paralyzed, and was unfortunately helpless to the handsome man striding proudly towards her.

No, no, no.. this can't be happening. Elaine thought to herself as the man towered over her. He had been way taller then she expected him to be. Not even close to how red she'd thought he'd be either.

"Oh, but it is." The man arms wrapped around Elaine's waist, carefully holding her with his deadly claws ready to puncture at a twitch.

The man closed his eyes and gave out a small whimper. Quickly, darkness was exploding from the man's back. Yet, he was still able to keep a steady grip on Elaine.

Two fully formed wings extended from the man's back, both of them dangerously dark. Elaine could only describe them as raven wings. They were just as dark as his hair.

"Please," The man grinned and embraced the shaking girl in his arms with his wings. He lowed his head and only stopped when his lips were inches away from Elaine's lips. Elaine could feel his icy breath on her skin. Who knew something that looks so hot could be so cold.

The man closed his flaming eyes and crashed his lips on Elaine's. Elaine whimpered from just how forced the kiss had been, but didn't pull back.

Something besides the fact that she had been kissing a demon felt so wrong.. yet so right. Elaine felt as if she was a different person, or not even human. And what she did next made her situation even worse.

Elaine slowly lifted her hands and wrapped them around the man's neck. She hadn't thought twice about her actions. She deepen the kiss without thought of it ending.

The man groaned at sudden eagerness of her kiss. She had not been like the other girls he had taken control from. It felt as if he'd wanted to kiss this one for much longer than he had anticipated, but he knew he couldn't waste anytime.

The man pulled away first to take a look at his newly made masterpiece. Elaine still had her lids shut. She had turned scarlet quicker than you can say, "Masterpiece." Her chain of calm breathing had been broken. Clearly, she had been trying to get her breath.

The man smirked and bent down to Elaine's ear, his cold breath sending chills down her spine.

Elaine, a only daughter to a booksales man changed. She had always wanted to be the kind of girl to take risks. She was in fact happy she took one today, but was it right to feel guilty after doing so?

"Call me Jace... My wish, is your command."

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Should I make a actual story about this?

Clearly this wasn't your normal writing letters with an inked raven feather kind of story.
12/27/16
**MAKING INTO A STORY :D**