Every Rose Has It's Thorn

Every Rose Has It's Thorn PT 3

Word Count: 1,095

There was an incessant noise clawing its way into my sleep; pulling me out of my slumber wholeheartedly against my will. My eyes flickered open and I came face to face with the cause for my early morning. Wide eyed and purring, his face nuzzling against my hand.

“Boo?” I frowned, my tired eyes suddenly focusing on the black American Shorthair playfully pawing at me. My eyes adjusted to the room around me, white walls, small, south-facing window, a few house plants that had seen better days. I was home.

I leapt from the bed, noticing immediately the tenderness between my legs and the taught strain of my muscles. Boo let out an argumentative meow in response to my movements as I bounded through to the living room – empty, as I had expected. Colson wasn’t here, but he had most certainly put me here. I grabbed a handful of clothes from the dryer to dress into them, catching glimpses of the bruises from the evening before. "Fuck" I grumbled to myself. 

I ran the hottest bath I could stand and allowed myself to fully submerge into the scalding water. If I could just get the remnants of last night off my skin, perhaps I could think more clearly. I opened my eyes, staring up at the ceiling from the bottom of the bathtub; my vision obscured by the fluttering water. It was then that I noticed the glimmer in my peripheral vision and the appearance of another hand as it toyed with the surface of the bathwater. I burst up from beneath the surface with a shocked gasp; a hand immediately pushed against my mouth to halt the scream that was already threatening to spill from my lungs.

My moist eyes settled on Colson, his finger pressed to his lips, signaling me to stay quiet. Slowly he removed the palm of his hand from my mouth and bent down so that he was almost on eye level with me.

“You didn’t think I would disappear into the night, did you little bird?” He tutted, dark eyes roaming down over my naked form. My arms instinctively moved to cover my breasts as I moved to sit up against the bathtub – legs pulled taught to my chest.

“What are you doing here?” I hissed, my voice coming out far angrier than I had expected.

“Did you think you were free of me?” He questioned in faux curiosity. "I'm trying to keep my distance from you your still dangerous." The darkness slipped by us in silence. "Your impossibly fast and strong, your skin is pale white and ice cold, your eyes change color, you never eat or drink anything nor go out in the sunlight." "How old are you Colson?" He paused momentarily "29" "How long have you been 29?" I asked. "A while" he responded calmly. "I know what you are!" By now my breathing had quickened. 

"Say it!" Colson stated in almost a command. "Out loud!" "Say it!" 

"Vampire" I barley managed out. "Are you afraid?" Colson asked me. Surprised by my own response I stated "No". 

"Again did you think you were free of me?” He questioned. 

“Considering I woke up in my own bed this morning, yes, excuse me if I thought you’d had your fill,” His mouth turned into a sharp grin.

“Bitter, my sweet?” He asked, “Were you expecting to wake next to me? Your bare back pressed taught against my chest?”

“Stop twisting my words! I don’t know how last night happened but it can’t happen again,” My words sounded so final yet the tone that carried them wasn’t exactly convincing. 

“We shall see about that, shall we?” Colson smirked, his arms reaching out to grab me around the waist and pull me roughly out of the bathtub. I let out a shocked squeal as he harshly dropped me, naked and dripping onto the bathroom counter; the edge of the marble tops pressing into my thighs. He moved to tower over me, his hand snaking its way around the back of my neck as he slammed his mouth to mine, his tongue battling with mine. That intoxicating taste was enough to melt me against him – my hands reached to grasp his blonde hair as I pulled him closer to me. My legs wrapped around his waist, the leather and metal of his clothing digging into my skin and causing an otherworldly friction between my thighs.

//The world was on fire; no one could save me but you

Strange what desire will make foolish people do

I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you//

Colson’s mouth abandoned mine and I let out a frustrated groan but I watched as he moved lower, his mouth attacking my nipples before he trailed a path of biting kisses down my stomach. His hands, cold and eager were digging into my thighs – there would be more bruises tomorrow. Roughly, he spread my legs and before I had a chance to comprehend what he was doing – his mouth was ravishing me. He ran a long, slow lick up through my folds; flicking his tongue against my clit and sending me soaring towards ecstasy. With the slightest twitch of his hand, my mouth was covered with a soft, silky material – silencing my cries. That same hand moved to my core before he plunged two fingers deep inside me. He curled and worked his fingers painfully slow as he lapped at me; sucking and biting until eventually I had no choice but to bite down on the gag placed in my mouth as my orgasm fell over me; pulsing and reverberating until every part of my body was writhing against his mouth.

“Let me see you,” He said, his voice low and torturous with intent. Finally, I lifted my lids and found him just inches from my face. “Why?” I asked, the intensity of my orgasm had left me feeling drained and emotional – confusion was beginning to feel like my only truth.

“There’s something about you, something I’d quite like to explore,” Colson moved back from me, straightening his clothing and folding a strand of wayward blonde hair behind him, “Best finish that bath of yours,” He winked before disappearing completely. Leaving nothing in his wake but confusion.

//No, I don't wanna fall in love

No, I don't wanna fall in love

With you

With you//

//What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way

What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you//