Chapter 6: Chapter Six

"Wake up, little one." Damien said, shaking me softly until my eyes fluttered open. I felt my heart skip a beat as I looked up into his electric blue eyes, hovering over me.

"Damien?" I mumbled, blinking to wake myself up. I felt my cheeks turn hot as I remembered that I fell asleep in his arms last night. "Do vampires sleep?" I asked him as I sat up in bed.

"No, not really." he replied handing me a cup of coffee.

"So you've been here all night, watching me sleep?"

"I watched TV, looked up some things on your laptop, and took a shower." He said as he opened my closet and started pulling out some clothes.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked him, after standing up and stretching.

"You said you wanted to spend time with me, so you're going to work with me."

"I'm not a doll, I can pick out my own outfits." I said, trying to push him away from my closet, but it was like trying to push a mountain.

"No, of course you aren't. You're my kitten." He responded with a sheepish grin as he put the clothes in the bathroom.

"So am I your little one, or am I your kitten? I know I can't make you stop calling me both. So fucking pick one already." I said as I drank my coffee, rolling my eyes. I knew if I told him no pet names, he would find some other way to annoy me. And it would probably be worse than a cute little pet name, no matter how demeaning I found it.

"You're my little kitten." He said as he came over to me, took the coffee cup out of my hands, and pulled my body against his. "Shall we continue what you started yesterday, little kitten?"

I felt my face get hot again as his face was only inches from mine "I didn't start it, you did."

"So you admit, something was going to happen yesterday?" he responded, pinning me down on the bed.

"What? No!" I whimpered, feeling myself getting wet between my legs. I couldn't help it, this man was incredibly sexy and after all, in a couple of months I would be living with him. How long could I really act like I didn't want him back?

"You're lying, little kitten." He purred as he lowered himself between my legs, kissing me softly on the corner of my mouth.

"Let me up, Damien." I whimpered as I felt myself growing hotter by the second. I really did want him, it killed me how badly I wanted him to take me.

"Do you expect me to listen, when I know you're lying to the both of us?" He whispered as he kissed the other side of my mouth before licking my bottom lip.

"Yes, I do." I said, trying hard to control my breathing as my heart pounded in my chest.

He chuckled and kissed me hard, his tongue exploring my mouth as he held my hands with one of his, over my head. He only broke away from the kiss long enough to ask me: "Do you still want me to stop?"

I didn't respond, but instead I lifted my head up to bring our lips back together, before wrapping my legs around his hips. He used his other hand to rip off my shirt, scattering buttons all over the room, as he broke the kiss again. I moaned softly as he kissed a line from my lips, down my throat, until he reached the waistband of my pants. When he did, I tried not to, but still raised my hips to him with a whimper. I couldn't hold back my desire for him anymore, and I didn't want to.

He suddenly released my hands and crouched over me, "Now you know what it's like to be me. Telling yourself you don't want something, when in reality you want it more than anything else. Once you think you have it, someone rips it away, just because they can."

I cried out in frustration as I looked up at him and pouted "That's not fair!"

"Neither is denying myself the simple things in life, for a little human, who has continually told me over the span of five years, that she will never accept me. Once I finally tell myself to give up the chase, she suddenly wants me."

"You're right, Damien. I'm sorry, I know I've been a bitch to you since I found out."

"If you can promise me one thing, little kitten, I won't do that to you again." He said as he stood and put his shirt back on.

"What?"

"I won't try to have you again until you come to live with me. But once you are under my roof, you will not deny me again." He said with a threatening snarl, showing me his fangs. He saw the bewildered look on my face, so he explained further: "You are mine, you've known this for nearly six years. I will stand by what I told you. I will not try to take you again, until you come to live with me. But when you come to live with me, little kitten..." He trailed off as he pulled me into his arms, and looked down at me before continuing: "You will not, deny me again."

"I'm going to shower." I said, pulling myself out of his arms and walking into the bathroom. I understood what he was saying, and as much as I didn't want it to, it turned me on more. I found myself excited for the day he would come and take me away. I couldn't stop my mind from wandering as I started picturing it. He would come for me on my birthday, then he would drive me to my new home. Once we arrived, he would show me to our bedroom and close the door behind him. Before I could do anything about it, he would throw me on the bed and tear all of my clothes to shreds.

I could literally picture our naked bodies as he had his way with me until I begged him to stop.

As I stood under the water, I had to switch it to cold, because just thinking about it had me ready to call him into the shower with me. But I couldn't. I didn't want to take the chance that I would chicken out at the last moment, making him mad. He would probably kill me if I did that.

Then my mind started wandering to what it would feel like if he drank from me, as he took my innocence. The water wouldn't get cold enough to cool me off then.

I told myself to stop thinking about it, to focus on my shower, then I remembered that he said he'd taken a shower while I was asleep, and my mind started to picture it. That tall, god of a man, standing in my shower. Hot water running down his short black hair, onto his enviously long eyelashes, past his amazing blue eyes. Down his broad chest and rock-hard abs, and then off of his-

"Hurry up, kitten. We need to get going." His deep voice suddenly interrupted my naughty thoughts, saving me from myself.

"Okay!" I called out as I hurriedly washed myself.