After being with him once, I felt an insatiable pull to stay with him. That's what part of me wanted. Another part of me wanted to go home. It was my priority to wake up the next morning in my own bed and in my own home since I felt the most comfortable there. I decided that I would wait till he went into the bathroom before I would try to make my get away. I got as far as getting my bra and underwear on before he came out of the bathroom.
My attention was lost on my current objective and went to him instead. He stood by the bathroom door crossing muscular arms over his body. He didn't seem embarrassed about the full display of his man hood and this made me smile. I loved it when a man could be comfortable enough not to hide himself.
I ran my eyes boldly over his body, starting with the dark curly hair that seemed to mold itself around his neck. The curls were wiry and went every where. His brown skin seemed to make the beautiful bone structure he had stand out even more with a strong chin and high cheekbones. He had large thick lashed gray eyes, with an amused, satisfied and playful look in them.
I decided in that moment that he was non threatening and for the first time in my life, maybe I'd picked a winner. My eyes went over his beautiful mouth and I felt my heart sink in my chest, disappointed. It was just a shame that he exuded sex appeal. I'd thought in the club that he was a looker, but damn, with a body like that and the way he seemed to be very proud and self assured, I knew that if I didn't leave I would be convinced to go against my own plans and stay with this guy; which could develop into something more than what I wanted, so instead, to brush him off, I said, "You do understand that this cannot and will not happen again, right?"
His eyes seemed to glow at that moment and I heard a voice whisper, "Too late" I put my eyes down to the ground and grabbed the clothes that I had worn, "I had fun. It was nice, but we can't do this again."
"You can't or you won't?" He inquired, his voice sounding closer to me. I looked up and sure enough, he was standing there staring at me. I felt my heart began to thump in my chest and this irritated me. "I won't."
"Why not?"
"Because it complicates things, I mean, I have..." I stopped right there. There was no need for me to explain myself to this man.
"How is that?" He inquired.
"Because it just does. You just need to go back to your world and I'm going to go back to mine." I thought of my school and work. I only had one more year to go toward my undergraduate degree in Medical Science. After this, I was planning to go into dermatology and prepare for my medical residency. Where to, I'm not sure. Anyhow, that's why he and I just couldn't go any further than what we have already gone because I don't want any distractions. I'd had enough distractions with my kids father.
"So then, I guess you are going to say good bye?"
I looked up into soft gray eyes and once again felt something tell me to give the guy a chance, but I pushed that voice to the back of my head. "I'm saying goodbye." I whispered, glad that I'd finally gotten my clothes on. I grabbed the sandals I'd kicked off on the other side of the bed. I stood up and was about to walk toward the table that held my purse on it, when he grabbed my face. Pulling it around to his, he placed a very deep yet sweet kiss on my lips. Again, I felt my body beg to stay with him at-least through the rest of the night. I tried to push the desire away when he confirmed what my body said by pulling me close to him, grinding my clothed body hard into his naked one. I moaned and kissed him back with as much passion as he did me.
I didn't want that kiss to stop because it felt so good. As though he heard what my thoughts were, he moved from my lips to my neck. My fleeting conscience, whispered, "Go home. You're supposed to go home. As if hearing my thoughts, he looked up at me and stared into my eyes. "Stay." And before I could tell him no, he captured my mouth in his one more time. This time I felt his tongue stroke my mouth as it opened to him. That wasn't the only place that seemed to be stroked. He seemed to stroke my most intimate areas as well.
I bit down on his bottom lip and was surprised to taste blood. He moaned very loudly and whispered, "You're mine." Doing the only thing I could do, I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist and whispered against that little voice in my head, "Yes." He then grabbed my rear and pushed it into him. I thought, one more time wouldn't hurt, then I'll go. My last thought as he lowered me down on the bed was a fleeting sense that my body was not my own any more.
Stefan:
I understood what I was doing was wrong, but a vampire's seduction to one man is like art to the next man. Mainly to us vampires. Seduction is not just about getting sex. It's not just about will power and it's not just about bending someone to your will, but more so, it's about bending a person at times to their own will. I could hear everything Odilia was thinking in her head. She didn't know that I knew she had two kids. She didn't know that I knew she was looking forward to going to school for dermatology and she definitely didn't know that I knew the struggle that she put up just so that she could get home.
I'm told that when a vampire finds his mate, she can either make or break him, depending on the guy. I was determined to make her throw all caution to the wind just so she would follow her heart to be with me. She was going to fall madly in love with me and want me just as much as I wanted her. She would definitely need me when I was done with her.
I wondered if that sounded too cliche? Not many people can analyze their thoughts thoroughly and admit that they are a die hard romantic. Me, as part of my former life, I was a die hard romantic when I wanted the woman; and let me tell you, a vampire's desire is a hundred times that of a human. It's purely instinctual, where as humans have instinct as well as rationale, a vampire can only have so much rationale before his instinct takes over. At-least that's in my case. My instinct was telling me to make her mine and by the gods, I was going to do just that.
Odilia
There was a knock on the door. I murmured, "go away, Tavis and Olivia, let me sleep, ya'll."
"House keeping." A voice yelled.
I quickly pulled my head up from the bed. Glancing over at the clock, I realized that it was two o'clock the next day. I sat up and glanced up. There was an outfit hanging in the closet, alongside a gray silk robe. I wrinkled my brow in confusion. There was another knock on the door, "House keeping?"
I grabbed the robe from the closet and wrapped it around my body. Going to the door, I pulled it open, my eyes hurting after being in a dark room all night and the early morning. "Yes?" I put my hand above my eyes.
"I'm sorry, I'll come back later." the lady stated, glancing up at me.
