switch on a light. It was set with a dimmer switch and
the light that flooded the room had the soft ambiance of a candle. He paused
to enter a code into a set of alarms by the door. Grasping my hand once more,
he led me silently to a sunken living room, where he deposited me onto a couch
of soft leather and suede. “Wait here.” He said softly, and retreated into
another room.
I sank back
into the sumptuous couch and soaked in the atmosphere. Christian’s house was
beautiful. Very unlike a typical bachelor pad. The whole house was decorated
in deep, rich earth tones. Attention had been given not only to the soothing
colors, but the textures of the room as well. The couch and love seat were a
combination of smooth leather and soft suede. The area rug on the glowing hardwood
floor was hand-woven, bumpy and uneven. Even the walls were textured, ranging
from smooth paneling, to rough brick, to stucco.
The most
striking features were the plants and the sculptures. Every corner or
horizontal surface contained a potted plant, ranging from a beautiful white
orchid on the coffee table to a pair of giant trees on either side of the step
down to the sunken living room area. Amongst the plants were various
sculptures of wolves. It felt like I was sitting in the middle of a forest,
the wolves peering out at me from beneath the trees.
Christian came
back into the living room carrying two glasses of wine. His eyes met mine and
I was staggered at the wash of desire that flowed over me. He seemed
distracted, but he shook it off and handed me a glass of wine. I drank deeply
while he turned on a stereo somewhere among the jungle of plants. The music
that flowed out of the invisible speakers wasn’t the dark rock that I was
expecting, but some primitive sounding instrumental mix with pulsating drums
and deep woodwinds that seemed to reverberate in my bones.
The music and
the wine had my body practically humming. I leaned my head back and watched
Christian approach with a predatory look in those deep green eyes. He sank
down on the couch next to me, taking my wine glass from my hands and placing it
on the coffee table. I think I surprised him when I reached out and gently ran
my fingers through his low ponytail. His hair was black as midnight, thick and
silky to the touch. He grasped my hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing
the soft underside of my wrist while he gazed into my eyes.
I reached
forward and lay my hand along his jaw, urging his mouth down to mine. He
kissed me deeply and the tingling sensation rose again in my belly. His hands
rested on my hips, pulling me closer as he trailed kisses from the corner of my
mouth to my throat. He paused, nuzzling my throat gently before nipping
lightly at the tender skin. I froze in sudden apprehension.
What if the
feeling of wrongness I had been having all night was actually my supposed
“powers” trying to warn me about something? The dark beauty, the unexplainable
attraction…and his aura was just amazing. This was all new to me, but I
thought the ones with big, obvious auras weren’t human. His aura was the
strongest I had seen. Sure, I thought it was different from a vampire’s
aura, but I could be wrong. I sat still, with my eyes squeezed shut, waiting
for him to rip my throat out.
Instead he sat
back in puzzlement. “Mya…” he said in his deep rumble, “do you want me to
stop?”
I felt foolish
for letting my imagination run away with me. “No.” I said, my voice a bit
shaky. I shrugged. “I’m just not used to this.” I gestured weakly between
us. “I don’t usually do this sort of …thing.” I looked down at the floor and
willed myself not to blush.
He laughed
softly. “I am very drawn to you. And you react to me like magic. Is
something wrong with this?”
I didn’t think I
was capable of blushing any deeper than I already was, but I somehow managed to
do just that,
the light that flooded the room had the soft ambiance of a candle. He paused
to enter a code into a set of alarms by the door. Grasping my hand once more,
he led me silently to a sunken living room, where he deposited me onto a couch
of soft leather and suede. “Wait here.” He said softly, and retreated into
another room.
I sank back
into the sumptuous couch and soaked in the atmosphere. Christian’s house was
beautiful. Very unlike a typical bachelor pad. The whole house was decorated
in deep, rich earth tones. Attention had been given not only to the soothing
colors, but the textures of the room as well. The couch and love seat were a
combination of smooth leather and soft suede. The area rug on the glowing hardwood
floor was hand-woven, bumpy and uneven. Even the walls were textured, ranging
from smooth paneling, to rough brick, to stucco.
The most
striking features were the plants and the sculptures. Every corner or
horizontal surface contained a potted plant, ranging from a beautiful white
orchid on the coffee table to a pair of giant trees on either side of the step
down to the sunken living room area. Amongst the plants were various
sculptures of wolves. It felt like I was sitting in the middle of a forest,
the wolves peering out at me from beneath the trees.
Christian came
back into the living room carrying two glasses of wine. His eyes met mine and
I was staggered at the wash of desire that flowed over me. He seemed
distracted, but he shook it off and handed me a glass of wine. I drank deeply
while he turned on a stereo somewhere among the jungle of plants. The music
that flowed out of the invisible speakers wasn’t the dark rock that I was
expecting, but some primitive sounding instrumental mix with pulsating drums
and deep woodwinds that seemed to reverberate in my bones.
The music and
the wine had my body practically humming. I leaned my head back and watched
Christian approach with a predatory look in those deep green eyes. He sank
down on the couch next to me, taking my wine glass from my hands and placing it
on the coffee table. I think I surprised him when I reached out and gently ran
my fingers through his low ponytail. His hair was black as midnight, thick and
silky to the touch. He grasped my hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing
the soft underside of my wrist while he gazed into my eyes.
I reached
forward and lay my hand along his jaw, urging his mouth down to mine. He
kissed me deeply and the tingling sensation rose again in my belly. His hands
rested on my hips, pulling me closer as he trailed kisses from the corner of my
mouth to my throat. He paused, nuzzling my throat gently before nipping
lightly at the tender skin. I froze in sudden apprehension.
What if the
feeling of wrongness I had been having all night was actually my supposed
“powers” trying to warn me about something? The dark beauty, the unexplainable
attraction…and his aura was just amazing. This was all new to me, but I
thought the ones with big, obvious auras weren’t human. His aura was the
strongest I had seen. Sure, I thought it was different from a vampire’s
aura, but I could be wrong. I sat still, with my eyes squeezed shut, waiting
for him to rip my throat out.
Instead he sat
back in puzzlement. “Mya…” he said in his deep rumble, “do you want me to
stop?”
I felt foolish
for letting my imagination run away with me. “No.” I said, my voice a bit
shaky. I shrugged. “I’m just not used to this.” I gestured weakly between
us. “I don’t usually do this sort of …thing.” I looked down at the floor and
willed myself not to blush.
He laughed
softly. “I am very drawn to you. And you react to me like magic. Is
something wrong with this?”
I didn’t think I
was capable of blushing any deeper than I already was, but I somehow managed to
do just that,
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