Clara
I can’t believe that Damien is here for me. He took the risk of going into his enemy’s territory just to see me. I feel like the the happiest woman on earth being with my mate once again. I pull him closer so that I can kiss him better. I missed his lips so much. I missed his sexy strong mascular hands all over me.
Damien pulls back from the kiss and looks me in the eyes. He looks sexy as hell! I want him. I want him so bad. I get on my tiptoes and kiss him again. I can’t get enough of him. I feel like I have been away from him for too long. I want to relish the feeling of him.
“Clara,” he murmurs against my lips.
“I want you,” I tell him.
“I know. I want you too,” he says.
I immediately reach for the buttons of his shirt and start undoing them quickly. I don’t know what I am doing but I am certain that it is the bond making me do all of this.
Damien grabs my hand and stops me from going further unbuttoning his shirt. What? Doesn’t he want me? I thought he said he wanted me. He raises my hand to his lips and gives it a chaste kiss. Sparks fly like currently through my body.
“Clara, I want you so bad, trust me I do but I can’t do this to you. At least not here,” he says.
“Then take me. Take me away from here,” I beg him and he just shakes his head.
“No, Clara,” he responds and starts to caress my cheeks.
“Why not?” I ask him.
“Because I don’t want to repeat the same mistake I did last time,” he replies.
“So you didn’t come to take me back?” I ask him, disappointment taking over me.
“No, I didn’t come to take you back home,” he says.
Oh! My spirits take a nose dive.
“I mean I can’t take you away from your home. I have no right to take you from your family whenever I want,” he explains.
“You are my mate so we have to be together. The moment I found you, I stopped belonging to my family. I belong to you,” I tell him and runs his hands through his hair.
“Damn! I wish that was as easy as it sounds Clara. You are my partner but I can’t even have so. It’s like you are so far away yet you are here. You are like the Forbidden fruit that I so much want to taste but I can’t have you,” he tells me. His are are full of hurt and truth. I just want to reach him and kiss all his misery away, but that will not solve any of the problems on our plate.
“I don’t want to be the forbidden fruit, Damien. I want to be there with you. I want to be with you,” I tell him, and tears start pooling in my eyes.
A sharp pain shoots through my body, and this time it radiates through my skin like fire. I wince and groan, trying not to scream and call for attention. Damien reaches for me and puts me in his arms. He looks alarmed seeing me in such pain.
“What’s the matter?” he inquires from me.
“It hurts. The burns,” is all I can reply him.
“Where?” he asks, looking so confused. I would have smile at his cuteness when he is confused, but the fire in my body isn’t going down. I break out of his arms and dash to the bathroom. Maybe the water will cool me off. Damien comes after me looking as confused as… I don’t even know!
I open the door for the bathroom and dash in, immediately reaching for the shower. I switch it on to full speed and stand under still dressed. Damien stands on the entrance of the bathroom staring at me. I think I look like a mad woman now.
The cool water slowly cools the burns and I reduce the speed of the shower. Damien comes to me and stands beside the shower. He doesn’t say anything. Good thing I also don’t feel like talking right now. His eyes are full of sympathy, rather than than the confusion that was in there earlier.
When I feel that the burns have cooled off, I switch off the water and step out of the shower. Damien sweeps me off the floor and I don’t object. I know my dress is dripping wet, but why should I care when he doesn’t mind?
He takes me back to the bedroom and places me carefully on the floor. My dress is now sticking to my body. My nipples are hard and poking through the dress because of the cold water. I don’t bother to cover myself. I want him to see me.
“Clara…” he begins to speak but shuts his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose.
“It’s the heat,” I reply his unspoken question. He immediately opens his eyes and gazes into my eyes.
“How long has it been? I mean since when has it been going on?” he asks me.
“Since yesterday night,” I reply.
“It always this bad?” he inquires.
“The fast time I passed out,” I reply and his eyes grow incredibly wide.
“You what? Where were you? Were you home?” he inquires looking very concerned. I immediately regret saying what I said, but I don’t want to lie to him. We already have enough problems to deal with.
“No, I was out,” I reply.
“Alone?”
“I was with someone.”
“Who?”
“A stranger,” I reply and bite the inside of my cheeks. Damn! He looks so angry right now.
“You passed out in front of a stranger? What were you doing out there in the night with that stranger?” he asks me. He looks so serious about it. The sympathetic look is now long gone.
“I don’t know. I had so much on my mind so I decided to go out and clear my head. I didn’t know that I was going to run into him and get the heat waves at the same time.”
“Him?” he cuts me off.
“Yes,” I shout at him. I don’t know why he is so angry. I think he is overreacting. It’s not my fault that I couldn’t hold onto my consciousness after meeting him.
He paces about in the room. I can see he is trying to keep his anger at bay. I don’t know if it is me that he is mad at or the stranger that I passed out in front of.
“And then what did he do? Did he bring you back home?” he asks me.
“He took me to his place and brought me home in the morning,” I reply. I don’t care if I am shouting at him but I am also mad at him for overreacting.
“He what?” I think he is going to explode.
“Why are you mad at me right now? None of that is my fault. I never intended for any of that to happen,” I tell him. He doesn’t respond. He just paces about angrily. All this arguing has got me feeling really cold. I had strong intentions of seducing him in the wet dress but I am so mad at him right now I don’t want to even show him my body. I walk past him to the closet and pick a night shirt. I remove the dress and towel dry myself. After putting on the night shirt, I walk back to my bed.
“Talk to me when you are done being an angry Vampire,” I tell Damien and put the bedspread aside.
I enter the bed and sit there looking at him. I don’t think I can sleep knowing that he is still there angry at me. He later walks to the bed and sits on the end.
“I am really sorry for the way I reacted,” he says and then pinches his eyes shut.
“I really wanted to come over here and have a wonderful time with you, at least for tonight. It really hurts me that another man come to your rescue when I wasn’t there for you. I am so sorry for shouting at you,” he says.
After saying that, I just want to jump at him and cuddle in his embrace, but I just remain sitting where I am.
“Okay,” I simply say.
These is silence for some time as each one of us gets occupied with our own thoughts.
“Well, it’s getting late. I think you should go to sleep,” he says while getting off from the bed.
“I think I should go now,” he says while scratching the back of his neck. What? He is going away? But he just came here.
“Oh,” is all that I can bring myself to say. I am mad at him but I don’t want him to go away. He would rather be here arguing with me other than being away. Tears start pooling in my eyes once again. I am not going to cry. I am not going to cry. I don’t why I am so sensitive tonight, but I missed Damien so much and I can’t bring myself to beg him to stay.
He walks to the window. Is that where he came in through? How did he manage to do that? My heart starts pounding loudly in my ears. In the next minute he won’t be here anymore. I will just cry myself to sleep.
“Damien!” I call him before he makes his move. I quickly get out of the bed and dash to him. I fall into his embrace and wrap my arms around him in a tight hug.
“Don’t leave me,” I beg him and cry into his chest.