He's A Monster

My poor baby

Marshal's Perspective POV

"Marshal."

"La, de, da, la."

"Marshal."

"Marshaaaal."

"Hellooo?"

"Wake up, my little vampire."

My eyes snap open. Who the fu—

"Danielle?"

"Yes?"

Before I can react, she's in my arms, pulled onto the bed. Her eyes close for a moment, then open again, wide and alert. That's right, she is staying with me for the break.

"Are you okay?" I ask, hands on her hips.

"Yeah... yeah, I'm good."

I lie back, watching her settle over me, her hair falling across her shoulders. I study her closely, face relaxing as a small smile spreads across her lips.

"What?" she asks, tilting her head, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks.

"You're not wearing a bra."

Her eyes widen. Her blush deepens.

"I like it."

She lowers herself slightly, chest hovering near mine, eyes locked on mine. My hand moves instinctively to her face, thumb brushing her bottom lip. She parts her lips slightly, resting them around my thumb, and I feel a jolt of warmth surge through me.

Hmm. God, her mouth is so warm. 

I withdraw my thumb slowly, her smile meeting mine. The simple motion makes my pulse spike And I wonder if she can feel how hard my cock is-- I gasp softly as she shifts, her movement innocent yet deliberate, and I realize how completely she affects me. 

When did she get all porn star experienced?Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating, a tad. 

My mouth opens, "Hey," I gasp, feeling her bounce a bit atop my lap, her backside grinding against my erection." Something wrong?" She asked, head tilted. 

God dammit, she's so clueless about what she's doing to me.I flip us over so I'm hovering above her, legs braced over her thighs. My hands hover over her, tracing the curve of her hips, leaning closer to kiss her.

"Marshal," she breathes, voice soft.

I slide my hand along her side, feeling the warmth beneath her shirt before yanking off her top.  Her skin responds to my touch with gentle shivers, eyes closing as she tilts her head toward mine. Her back arches slightly as the breeze flows over her bare breasts. My eyes traced over her hardening peaks before lowering my head, leaving soft kisses across the tops of her breasts.

I kiss along her collarbone, lips brushing her skin tenderly. She arches slightly, sighing against me, lost in the moment. I smirk against her skin, my left hand trailing along her ribs as I let my thumb brush the nipple of her left breast. 

 My baby girl.

"My poor baby," I murmur softly, holding her closer, careful, gentle, savoring the closeness as her legs parted. She gasped, eyes fluttering shut, and whimpered.

Danielle's Perspective POV

The world blurs, and suddenly I'm somewhere else, not in the bed with Marshal's mouth against me. Woods, dark and quiet, the same woods from before. The scent of earth and damp leaves fills my senses. My bare feet sink into the soil, toes pressing against roots and moss.

"Danielle, who shall it be?"

I turn, heart racing. Two figures are there:  Marshal, my warmth, and my love. The other, a stranger: dark-haired, blond tips catching light, eyes intense. No, not a stranger, it was that guy from before.. Vincent, wasn't it? 

Vincent steps forward, lowering his gaze toward me. "Brother can't fully know how to love an elegant lady like yourself."

I stumble backward, seeing Marshal's eyes flare a bright yellow. Panic grips me. I gasp as my body is being yanked away, the melody of a piano playing. Not a piano.An organ this time.Vincent's hands are squeezing my flesh, tearing in my hips, Marshal running after us. My heart was beating fast, almost as if my chest was gonna explode.

"Marshal!" I cry, voice echoing in the strange space.

He's rushing toward me, hands braced to catch me, but Vincent is between us. My chest pounds, breath catching. I try to push the terrifying, unwanted vision away.

"Marshal!" I screamed again, voice echoing in the forest as the wind whipped around my face. 

"Love?" Marshal's voice breaks through the haze, warm and steady, bracing me.

I blink, my chest rising and falling roughly. The woods are gone, the feeling of sheets on my bare skin is back, and the weight of Marshal. 

His hand rests gently by my head, eyes soft and concerned.

What the hell.. what just happened?

"Is something wrong?"

"What?" I murmur, heart still racing, trying to shake the remnants of the vision, the vivid feelings of nails in my hip.

"I asked what was wrong? You started screaming for me."

I close my eyes, letting his presence anchor me - trying to will the bad memory away. "Marshal... don't let him have me," I whisper, voice trembling, a mix of fear and need.

He tightens his hold slightly, grounding me in the real world. His brow furrowed in confusion, but he did not ask what I meant, and he certainly did not go back to pleasuring me. God..I am going crazy.  I rest my forehead against his chest, breathing slowly, letting the warmth and safety of him wash over me.

Even if my mind had wandered into something strange, confusing, or frightening, I knew I was exactly where I was supposed to be with him. Always him.

Author's note:

This chapter is more suggestive than explicit, which I find appropriate for teenagers (17-19). Even if they are consenting, it feels weird to make explicit content about teenagers. Yes, teenagers will have sex and perform sexual actions, but I do not feel comfortable going into detail with full-blown sex, oral, or foreplay for teens. I will never write an explicit sex scene about teenagers, even if they are consenting, unless it is a flashback to a certain trauma. Also, yes, it seems Danielle may be losing her mind. What do you think?