Depend On Me [18+]

What does it mean to be possessive?

Chapter 31

***Carly***

I woke up to the feeling that I overslept. My gaze sweeps across the room taking the unfamiliar ceiling and furniture. The doorknob rattles as it turns, and I quickly close my eyes.

A familiar scent spreads throughout the room, and my eyes burst open just to find her staring at me.

I startle and she grins.

"Willow." I breathe out. Her black hair glistened as water droplets run down to places that I couldn't.

"Carly." She whispers with a grin. She was no longer in her high school form but the one I first saw her in.

"Where-?" Willow drops the towel and I choke on air, forgetting the rest of my question. She turns to me and looks at me questioningly. It must be a demon thing.

"Where what?" She walks over to the mirror and runs her hand through her hair. I stare in awe as it dries. When I didn't answer, she turns around and my eyes fall on her perky breasts.

I once again choke on air and avert my gaze. She chuckles and pulls out some clothes from the dresser.

"You can look all you want since you technically belong to me." She grins widely and pulls on her undies slowly.

"I don't belong to anybody." I growl.

I don't belong to you or my dad. Memories from the previous day finally reach my sluggish brain, and I wrap my arms around myself. 

"Yes, you do. You gave your soul to me willingly, so you're mine whether you like it or not~" She sings as she approaches me. I hold her gaze firmly ignoring her smooth honey skin tone and her breast that was right in front of me.

If I leaned in just a bit closer, I could taste it. I gulp and clench my teeth. You're not a lesbian.

"And you gave up the chance to take it. Our deal was not that binding. It can be broken at any second unlike a demon's" I stare at her intensely and she furrows her brows.

"A demon?" She repeats and I nod. Her smile grows into a wicked grin and she trails her fingers down my face and grasps my chin. "You knew. You lied when you told me you didn't hear anything."

I glare at her fiercely hoping she didn't hear my thumping heart. I try to break her grip, but her hold tightens.

She digs her nails into my cheek and starts laughing. "And you didn't run little girl? Were you hoping for a prize?"

Willow pulls me close enough that I could distinguish her eyelashes. "Or were you hoping to blackmail me?" She whispers coldly.

I lick my lips and she follows the movement. She leans forward and presses her lips against mine. I freeze and my eyes widen. This- This was something I've wanted the moment I saw her. But now... My anxiety and fear dampen my desire to ever hold her.

I sigh against her lips and she slips in her tongue. She moans and deepens the kiss. However, even if it is temporarily, I want to hold her, to have something that's mine, and to do something by my own volition.

I release a guttural moan as I wrap my arms around her pulling her closer so that I could meld our bodies together. Please, Goddess. Let this moment last forever.

I hear a chuckle and I open my eyes to find Willow looking at me, smirking. She pecks my lips one last time and pulls away.

"You are so fun to play with." She releases my face and walks back toward her dresser. It was like cold water poured over me. I felt like a clown.