Chapter 16: Chapter Sixteen

I fluttered my eyes open to find myself looking up at a light green ceiling, making my heart thump in surprise. Where am I? I looked around, trying to blink the sleepiness out of my eyes. It took me a few moments to remember that I didn't live at home anymore. I moved into Damien's house after what Dana had orchestrated. Oh, god, I killed her! Suddenly the memories of the night before flooded into my head all at once, making my heart thump menacingly. First I was poisoned, then I was nearly raped and killed.

Thank god for Damien... oh my god... we had sex! As if on cue, my body started to ache, remembering how rough he was last night. Or rather, this morning. But only because I encouraged him to be. I pulled back the cover, and saw a few drops of blood on the otherwise white sheets, showing that I had indeed lost my virginity.

"Kitten, what are you doing?" Damien's voice said from across the room. I looked up to find him standing in the doorway, holding a tray, wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants. I've never seen Damien in anything other than a suit, except for the shower we shared, as well as this morning. He's sexy in a suit obviously, but him in sweats is comparable to nothing else.

I looked down, trying to hold my blush as I covered myself with the comforter. "Nothing, what time is it?"

"Nearly six-thirty. You should get more sleep, you've only had about three hours." He responded, setting down the tray on the table next to me.

"Why are you bringing me food if you expected me to sleep longer?" I asked as I took a piece of bacon and went to the closet to get dressed.

"Because I knew you would be waking up soon, and you need to eat just as much as you need to sleep." He responded, turning his back to me. "Come here." He said, after I'd finished dressing.

I did as he told me, and sat on the bed, looking up at him curiously. "How are you feeling?" He asked me, pulling me into his lap.

"I'm okay." I responded slowly.

He nodded and kissed me softly, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Ask me what you want to ask me, little one."

"How do you always know?"

"Because you get this cute little wrinkle, right here." He said as he touched the spot between my eyebrows, then smiled softly.

"You turned around while I was dressing, even though you saw me naked a few hours ago, why?" I asked him as I reached towards the plate of food and grabbed another piece of bacon. When I reached over again, I had nearly fallen off the bed, and would have if it wasn't for his quick reflexes.

"It is still your body, little kitten. If I have the permission to look, you'll give it to me." He said with a chuckle as he grabbed the tray and set it next to me, so I didn't have to keep reaching.

"But you were looking when I was wearing the skirt."

"You weren't naked then. I saw the amount of skin you allowed me to see."

I wiped my hands on the towel placed on the tray, before putting my arms around him, and kissing him hard. He responded with a groan as he kissed me back, putting his arms around my hips, pulling me back to him. I took off my tank-top and leaned back, so I could look at him. He looked at me curiously, wondering why I had done that. I wanted to see if he would look into my eyes, rather than at my bare breasts, only inches from his chest. But of course he didn't even so much as glance at my chest, but kept his eyes locked on mine. He grinned at me when he realized what I was doing, then closed his eyes and shook his head.

"Why are you testing me?"

"Curiosity." I said with a shrug. "When do you need to leave for work?"

"I'm usually there by eight." He said as he looked at his watch "It's about seven now, but it's only a fifteen-minute drive."

"So I should shower and eat, before we have to go." I said as I climbed off his lap and pulled the tray to me, then started eating.

"What do you mean, we? You need to sleep, Bast." He responded, taking a piece of bacon and eating it.

"I don't want to be alone right now." I whispered as I set down the tray back on the bedside table.

"Okay, little one, I understand." He whispered back, then stood and took the tray, walking out of the room with it.

I walked into the bathroom and started the shower, then sat on the tub waiting for the water to heat up. I could hear when he walked back up the stairs and entered his room, closing the door softly. It was only seconds later when I heard the door to my room open, then close.

I took a deep breath before standing and undressing, then opened the bathroom door, looking out into my room. Damien was sitting on the couch, not far from the bathroom door, talking on the phone with someone. Based on how low and quick he was speaking, I knew he was talking to Sam. Once he heard the bathroom door open, he looked up and saw me naked, then immediately tossed his phone to the side and walked into the bathroom with me.

He quickly took off his sweatpants and got into the shower with me. I looked up at him, reminded yet again of how small I was compared to him. The top of my head barely came to his chest, while one of his biceps was the size of both of my thighs put together. He smiled down at me as he leaned, put his arms around me, and lifted me up, so we were even with each other.

"How do you always know what I'm thinking?" I asked him as I wrapped my arms and legs around him, feeling his erection pressing against my stomach, making it hard to think about anything else.

"Try not to forget that I've made a living from reading human emotion." He said as he pushed me against the wall, and pulled the shower head down so the water continued to wash over me.

I sighed as I brought my lips back to his, drowning my annoyance in his passion as he explored my mouth freely. He only broke our kiss long enough to bring my breast to his mouth, sucking softly on my nipple before taking it between his teeth and nibbling softly. One hand he placed on the wall behind my head, while the other went between us, and found my core. I moaned as he slipped a finger inside me, then two as I kissed from his chin to his shoulder, stopping at his neck to nibble softly.

He groaned when he felt my teeth against his neck, turning his head to allow me better access as he pushed me down, putting his tip against my folds and slowly pushing himself inside me. I thought it would hurt less, after losing my virginity, but I was very wrong. His sheer girth alone would always be too much to take at too quickly, let alone his length, especially for someone of my size. I learned last night that my hand could barely wrap around his shaft, not completely anyways.

I whimpered against his lips, trying to stifle my pain as I struggled to accommodate him, moving my hips to his rhythm. He circled my clit with his finger, making me gasp out in pleasure and surprise at the sudden attention to my sensitive button. He moaned softly when he felt me getting wetter, making it easier for him to push further inside.

"Mmm, kitten, you are so tight." he whispered in my ear with a sensual growl as he started thrusting harder, slamming me against the wall with every thrust.

I put my hands on his shoulders, trying to lift myself up, so he wasn't so deep inside me. But to no avail as he grabbed my hips and held me down, forcing me to take his every savage movement, making me cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. After only a few strokes, there was no more pleasure and only immense pain as he continued, his movements no longer human, and no longer trying to hold himself back. He was fucking me harder than any human ever could, and in a way that no human could ever survive if it continued.

"Damien!" I cried out as he continued to slam into me, looking up at him to find that he was no longer himself. His eyes were bright purple, a color that meant he had succumbed to his vampire nature, and the human part of him was buried deep inside, if it was there at all.

At this point I only had two choices; either find a way to bring him back to his senses, or allow him to continue, which would most definitely kill me.