A Soul Darkened
by Laura Spudzmom
To say I awoke with a smile on my face the next day wouldn't be exaggerating things a bit. In fact I would take it into the stupid grin territory. Did that really happen last night? Did I really lose my damnable, thought-the-thing-was-permanently-tattooed-to-my-ass V-card last night? I stretched. Ow. Yes, yes I believe I did.
I stood up out of bed and hobbled my way to the bathroom, still with said grin firmly affixed. I started the water in the tub for a bath. These aches and pains require a soak in hot water not to mention a palm full of ibuprofen. Demetri isn't exactly a small guy in that department. How do I know you ask? I have subscriptions. A girl can dream you know! Just saying.
It wasn't until I was firmly ensconced at the table with the paper and a chai latte that Demetri showed up. He came strolling through the elevator doors looking delicious, which is a pretty ironic way for me to describe him when you think about it. I guess I had a certain gleam in my eye while looking at him or something because he was giving me an odd look.
"Good morning?" Oh, he used a questioning tone. Yep I must have a weird gleam in the eye. I shook off the reverie and smiled. I'm sure with my current thoughts that it looked a bit predatory.
"Yes it is. A very good morning. How was your evening? Swoop down upon any unsuspecting tasty treats?"
He looked at me with supreme arrogance and drawled out. "Swoop? You make me sound like a bat. I think I'm offended."
I sat back and grinned. "You're cute when you're offended."
He scowled. "I'm never cute. Terrifyingly, devastatingly handsome? Yes. Cute? Never."
I raised both hands palm out. "Okay, okay. I'll never call you cute again. I will say however, that it's adorable how your bottom lip sticks out a bit when you're mad." And I took off running for the bedroom. Would I beat him in a race? No way in hell. But it was fun trying. He caught me and tossed me in the middle of my bed and jumped on top of me. His nose traced a path up my neck while he breathed in deeply and then he nuzzled right beneath my ear with his lips. I shivered.
"God you smell delicious Bella. I hope I get to change you just to taste you."
"Jesus, Demetri. Don't talk like that. You're making me wet and I can't take you on right now. I need at least a day of recovery.
He nuzzled my neck again. "I enjoyed taking you last night Bella. You felt so good, all hot and wet, wrapped around me."
I groaned and bucked my hips up. He kissed me then. He took his time and I savored the taste of him. He backed off a bit and looked at me while brushing the backs of his fingers down the side of my face. "I will give you the time you need, but we will be revisiting what we did last night. You have awoken something within me and I crave you."
I smiled widely. "Good, it's not just me then because I feel like I can't get enough of you."
He nuzzled my neck again. "No Cara, It's not just you.
He hopped up off the bed, gave me his hand and helped me up off the bed, pulling me into his arms. "Are you finished with what you had to take care of?"
I nestled in close to his chest. "Yes, I am. I'm pretty much ready to go when you are. I just have to pack."
He set me away from him, turned me toward the closet and smacked my ass. "Get to it then Cara while I make the flight arrangements. I want to get back to Italy so we may get this over with and I can change you."
I turned to him with wide eyes. "You mean it? You want to turn me?"
He caressed my face. "Yes I mean it. You will find that I always mean what I say Cara."
And the stupid grin was back as I made my way into my closet.
To say the flight was long is just understating things a bit. And I detest flying, especially the landing bit where it looks as though pieces of the damn wings are going to come off. Alcohol helps, but not too much of it. It's a delicate balance that I have yet to find really. My fingers are digging into the armrests and Demetri reaches over and takes my hand.
"I thought you were fearless." He smirked at me. I scowled at him.
"You're deriving too much amusement from my suffering." He pats my hand.
"We're almost to the terminal. I think you can loosen your death grip from the seat now." I blow out a breath and shake out my hands to get the blood flow going again. He laughs quietly.
"Some world traveler you're going to be. Were you planning on seeing the world via bicycle?"
"Oh, ha ha. You could be more sympathetic. I'm breakable right now. When I'm more durable, it won't matter as much, and then I won't care. I'll be too occupied with not snacking on the passengers." I smirk at the thought.
He shakes his head. "I have a feeling that your first year or so will be a challenge for me." I give him the most evil grin I can muster.
"I am so looking forward to that! I just hope I remember all of my fight training."
He eyes me worriedly. "I just hope I stay on your good side."
I lean over and give him a quick kiss. "Just keep me satisfied and we won't have any problems."
He grins. "I do believe that I am up to the challenge Miss Isabella."
It's at this point that I realize that we've come to a stop at the terminal. I look at Demetri whose eyes are still a muddy brown from the contacts he's wearing.
"Shall we escape this tin can?" He stands and grabs our carry on bags from the overhead compartment and gestures in front of him. "After you Cara."
He's standing in front of the car that I insisted on reserving for our trip to Volterra. "I am not driving that. Neither will I ride in it." He scowls at me.
I look at him with the most innocent look I can muster on my face. "But it's brand new! I should know. I looked for a used one and they didn't have any." Now he's scowling at the car. "I care not that it's new. I can run faster than that thing drives. And it's ugly. No, I won't do it." He sets his shoulders, faces me and crosses his arms over his chest.
I can't help it. My innocent faced facade cracks and I start laughing. The more I laugh, the cooler the look he's giving me until you could freeze water with his gaze.
My mirth finally tapers off and I walk up to him and caress his cheek. "Demetri, honey, can I at least take a picture of you with it?" His head is hanging down now and after a moment of thought, he stands next to the tiny Peugeot 107. "Get it over with Cara, so we can go get a decent car."
Once firmly ensconced behind the wheel of a, you guessed it, Mercedes, Demetri's ruffled feathers were somewhat smoothed. He looks over at me while I'm gazing at the picture of him with the tiny car with a stupid grin on my face. I look at him and he rolls his eyes and looks back at the road.
"At least I'm not behind the wheel." I turn to him and smirk.
"But Demetri, you'd make even that car look sexy." I see his chest puff up. He grins at me.
"I would wouldn't I?" Then he scowls. "But there's no way. That's as close as you"ll ever get me to it or another one like it."
I grin. "So I guess you could say that you wouldn't be caught dead in it then?"
He groans and shakes his head slowly. "Had I only known that you had such a penchant for bad puns, I would have snacked on you and gotten it over with." He eyes me with disdain.
I'm still chuckling. "You just have to learn to appreciate the well timed pun Demetri, that's all. And just think, we'll have eternity to work on that!"
He reaches over and hits the button for the radio. "Let's hope our tastes in music are more compatible Cara."
I stood up out of bed and hobbled my way to the bathroom, still with said grin firmly affixed. I started the water in the tub for a bath. These aches and pains require a soak in hot water not to mention a palm full of ibuprofen. Demetri isn't exactly a small guy in that department. How do I know you ask? I have subscriptions. A girl can dream you know! Just saying.
It wasn't until I was firmly ensconced at the table with the paper and a chai latte that Demetri showed up. He came strolling through the elevator doors looking delicious, which is a pretty ironic way for me to describe him when you think about it. I guess I had a certain gleam in my eye while looking at him or something because he was giving me an odd look.
"Good morning?" Oh, he used a questioning tone. Yep I must have a weird gleam in the eye. I shook off the reverie and smiled. I'm sure with my current thoughts that it looked a bit predatory.
"Yes it is. A very good morning. How was your evening? Swoop down upon any unsuspecting tasty treats?"
He looked at me with supreme arrogance and drawled out. "Swoop? You make me sound like a bat. I think I'm offended."
I sat back and grinned. "You're cute when you're offended."
He scowled. "I'm never cute. Terrifyingly, devastatingly handsome? Yes. Cute? Never."
I raised both hands palm out. "Okay, okay. I'll never call you cute again. I will say however, that it's adorable how your bottom lip sticks out a bit when you're mad." And I took off running for the bedroom. Would I beat him in a race? No way in hell. But it was fun trying. He caught me and tossed me in the middle of my bed and jumped on top of me. His nose traced a path up my neck while he breathed in deeply and then he nuzzled right beneath my ear with his lips. I shivered.
"God you smell delicious Bella. I hope I get to change you just to taste you."
"Jesus, Demetri. Don't talk like that. You're making me wet and I can't take you on right now. I need at least a day of recovery.
He nuzzled my neck again. "I enjoyed taking you last night Bella. You felt so good, all hot and wet, wrapped around me."
I groaned and bucked my hips up. He kissed me then. He took his time and I savored the taste of him. He backed off a bit and looked at me while brushing the backs of his fingers down the side of my face. "I will give you the time you need, but we will be revisiting what we did last night. You have awoken something within me and I crave you."
I smiled widely. "Good, it's not just me then because I feel like I can't get enough of you."
He nuzzled my neck again. "No Cara, It's not just you.
He hopped up off the bed, gave me his hand and helped me up off the bed, pulling me into his arms. "Are you finished with what you had to take care of?"
I nestled in close to his chest. "Yes, I am. I'm pretty much ready to go when you are. I just have to pack."
He set me away from him, turned me toward the closet and smacked my ass. "Get to it then Cara while I make the flight arrangements. I want to get back to Italy so we may get this over with and I can change you."
I turned to him with wide eyes. "You mean it? You want to turn me?"
He caressed my face. "Yes I mean it. You will find that I always mean what I say Cara."
And the stupid grin was back as I made my way into my closet.
To say the flight was long is just understating things a bit. And I detest flying, especially the landing bit where it looks as though pieces of the damn wings are going to come off. Alcohol helps, but not too much of it. It's a delicate balance that I have yet to find really. My fingers are digging into the armrests and Demetri reaches over and takes my hand.
"I thought you were fearless." He smirked at me. I scowled at him.
"You're deriving too much amusement from my suffering." He pats my hand.
"We're almost to the terminal. I think you can loosen your death grip from the seat now." I blow out a breath and shake out my hands to get the blood flow going again. He laughs quietly.
"Some world traveler you're going to be. Were you planning on seeing the world via bicycle?"
"Oh, ha ha. You could be more sympathetic. I'm breakable right now. When I'm more durable, it won't matter as much, and then I won't care. I'll be too occupied with not snacking on the passengers." I smirk at the thought.
He shakes his head. "I have a feeling that your first year or so will be a challenge for me." I give him the most evil grin I can muster.
"I am so looking forward to that! I just hope I remember all of my fight training."
He eyes me worriedly. "I just hope I stay on your good side."
I lean over and give him a quick kiss. "Just keep me satisfied and we won't have any problems."
He grins. "I do believe that I am up to the challenge Miss Isabella."
It's at this point that I realize that we've come to a stop at the terminal. I look at Demetri whose eyes are still a muddy brown from the contacts he's wearing.
"Shall we escape this tin can?" He stands and grabs our carry on bags from the overhead compartment and gestures in front of him. "After you Cara."
He's standing in front of the car that I insisted on reserving for our trip to Volterra. "I am not driving that. Neither will I ride in it." He scowls at me.
I look at him with the most innocent look I can muster on my face. "But it's brand new! I should know. I looked for a used one and they didn't have any." Now he's scowling at the car. "I care not that it's new. I can run faster than that thing drives. And it's ugly. No, I won't do it." He sets his shoulders, faces me and crosses his arms over his chest.
I can't help it. My innocent faced facade cracks and I start laughing. The more I laugh, the cooler the look he's giving me until you could freeze water with his gaze.
My mirth finally tapers off and I walk up to him and caress his cheek. "Demetri, honey, can I at least take a picture of you with it?" His head is hanging down now and after a moment of thought, he stands next to the tiny Peugeot 107. "Get it over with Cara, so we can go get a decent car."
Once firmly ensconced behind the wheel of a, you guessed it, Mercedes, Demetri's ruffled feathers were somewhat smoothed. He looks over at me while I'm gazing at the picture of him with the tiny car with a stupid grin on my face. I look at him and he rolls his eyes and looks back at the road.
"At least I'm not behind the wheel." I turn to him and smirk.
"But Demetri, you'd make even that car look sexy." I see his chest puff up. He grins at me.
"I would wouldn't I?" Then he scowls. "But there's no way. That's as close as you"ll ever get me to it or another one like it."
I grin. "So I guess you could say that you wouldn't be caught dead in it then?"
He groans and shakes his head slowly. "Had I only known that you had such a penchant for bad puns, I would have snacked on you and gotten it over with." He eyes me with disdain.
I'm still chuckling. "You just have to learn to appreciate the well timed pun Demetri, that's all. And just think, we'll have eternity to work on that!"
He reaches over and hits the button for the radio. "Let's hope our tastes in music are more compatible Cara."
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