Taylee

The look in his eyes almost has me caving at his demand. Looking between those perfect globes of his, has my heart pounding so fast, I'm almost afraid it'll leap from my chest, just to burrow into his. How can one man make me feel this way? All these emotions I don't know much about.

I can feel my nostrils burn from the back of my throat, as the reasoning comes back into play. The fear of what could come of this if he were to find me, and learn that I let another touch me. I couldn't handle the sight of seeing him take this wonderful man, crushing his bones one by one, causing him to scream out in pain.

I know he'd do everything in his power to torture him. Not just because he's pure evil. The longest living evil being to ever walk the earth, but because of the fact I had allowed this man's hands on my body. These thoughts have me taking a step away from him. His eyes are growing sad, as he watches my retreat.

I shake my head at him, telling him silently that there is no way in this life I can go with him. Not anywhere alone anyways. If I do, the repercussions could be catastrophic. I won't allow him to be harmed in some of the worst ways possible just because I feel this want and need toward him. If I'm honest, which I always am with myself especially, I don't fully know what it means to feel this way. Not about another human being.

I was so young when he found our village well over three hundred years ago. A young girl of only fifteen. Not comprehending why the monsters of the dark were destroying everything I've always known. The village where I grew up, killing those I love the most in this world. Everyone except my mother and best friend.

They had both bowed on their knees to him as he made his way to where I stood that night. The center of the destruction, with nothing but fire, sobs, and the dark ones circling all around me. My mother, the woman who always looked at me as though I was a thorn in her side, and my best friend that had been there for me. Both kneeling on the ground, refusing to look up at the eldest and darkest of them all.

When he made his way to standing in front of me, his hand shot out, taking me by the chin. He studied me. Turning my head this way and that. Feeling my hair beneath his fingertips. Tsking my best friend who kneeled beside me, as she whimpered in fear. She had been confused that night on why none of the dark ones had attacked us personally. There were plenty of times they could have.

They only hissed at us, showing us their sharp canines. Enjoying our screams and whimpers as we would turn and flee in the other direction. When I opened my eyes, deciding I would not die in vain. That I would look the cruel one in the eyes as he took my life.

When my violet eyes, ones that no one in this world have ever seen before. He actually took a step back in awe. His mouth fell open, his eyes widening in utter surprise. It was the first time anyone had seen him look this way. I actually felt perplexed, with how shocked and dismayed he was. It didn't last long, if anything it only made the sick bastard smile the most demonic one I have ever seen before.

I won't lie and say he wasn't appealing. When he was cleaned up of course. He isn't called the handsome, devilish king for nothing. With those black eyes, those plump lips of his, and a body that could make any woman want to fall at his feet. However, I saw past all of that. I didn't just see the handsome devil standing before me, with the people of my village's blood down his bare chest.

His hard muscles, and six pack on full display that night. With a tight pair of pants barely covering his lower extremities. When I first saw him, I couldn't believe my eyes. You would almost think he was an angel, sent down to earth, with how beautiful he was. Then, he did something I will never forget.

He bent his face down close to me, licked the entirety of my cheek, and bit the tip of my ear. Causing me to jump with fright. As he whispered, "I have been searching for you for so long." When he pulled back, still crowding me, a sinister smile still plastered on that handsome face of his. He sealed my fate then. "You're mine."

I close my eyes, remembering everything about that night. "Hey," I feel a callused hand touch my chin once more. "Beautiful please open your eyes." The sound of his broken voice, breaks my heart all the more. I do as he asks, and when I look up into his face. I'm almost stunned with what I see.

I was expecting his fury. For him to be mad that I refused to leave with him. How once again, I'm building my walls up high. So he can't make it past them, just like everyone else. Instead, I see the most beautiful man, on the inside as much as the outside staring back at me. With nothing but understanding held in his eyes.

"Can we meet for coffee tomorrow?" He asks me.

I'm flurred by the question. I would have expected him to yell at me. Come so close to my face in his anger, I can feel his spit hit my cheek as he hollers at me. Me cowering, folding into myself. Afraid he will slap me with an open palm, or closed fist. Instead, he just asked me out.

Wait. That can't be right. Can it? Did he really just ask me out on a date? I realize a moment later I must have zoned out, in my own head. As his laugh has me waking from my thoughts. I look up from his chest, which is hard as stone, and well defined. I can tell even through that t shirt he's wearing.

When I make my way back to looking into his eyes, he tilts his head to the side. Nothing but pure adoration looking back at me. He pinches my chin between his thumb and forefinger, bringing his face close to mine once more. Something I have noticed he has done a lot over these last ten months.

"Yes darling, I asked you out on a date." My brows furrow at his words. "How..." His laughter cuts my train of thought off once more. "I can see it written all over your face." He says loud enough for the people around us to hear. Before, he moves an inch closer.

Bringing his lips right onto mine. Not a kiss, but a clear promise of something more to come. "I know you darling. I can see the real you. No matter how much you try to hide from me, I'll always see the truth." His words knock the breath from my lungs. Does he know what I am? If so why isn't he afraid?

He answers my silent question. "I don't know it all, but I know whatever you're hiding is big. I know you're running away from something, or should I say someone." I flinch as his words hit my ears. Causing a growl to work its way from his throat. "Your body lets me know how truly afraid you are of this person." He kisses the corner of my mouth, before burying his face in my hair.

I feel him take a deep breath. Realizing he's enjoying my scent. I want to touch his body so bad, but I hold myself back. Fearing what could happen if I allow myself to touch him now. I'm not at all ashamed to admit I would forget about everything and allow him to take me back to his place.

"I'm plan to learn all of your secrets beautiful." He seals his words with a bite on my neck. The effect of his actions has my body moving closer to him, my hands touching his shoulders of their own accord, and me trying to pull him so he's practically living within me. I just want his touch. I crave it more than my next breath.

He pulls back after licking the spot he had just sunk his teeth into. Kissing my cheek, as he makes his way to my mouth. We are a hair breadth away from one another, but I know that's as far as he will take things. He wants me to make the move for our first kiss. I don't know how I know this to be true, but I just do. I can feel the knowledge in my bones.

However, I'm a coward. A scared little girl, hiding away from life, instead of living it. Hoping that one day the evil of this world never finds me. He releases a heavy sigh. The sound chipping away at my cold beating heart. He doesn't chastise me at all, but I know I've let him down all the same. His eyes tell me all I need to know as he looks at me intently.

Placing his forehead against mine, we stand there like that for a few moments. Completely oblivious to those around us here at the bar. Not giving a shit about what anyone has to say or may think about our close proximity. "Please tell me you'll meet me for coffee tomorrow." His words come out in a plea. His eyes silently begging me.

I find I can't say no to him. My resolve is crumbling away little by little. Which worries me for his future, but right now I just want to live in the moment. Even if it's only for the time being. Although I know I should tell him no, I find the word yes falling from my lips. Causing an ear-to-ear smile to form on his handsome face.