۞ VII ۞

AND SEEING AS SHE NEVER LOSES CONTROL, THAT MIGHT be precisely what she does there every day. Training and self-teaching herself how to deal with her own powers. Never letting anyone near. Never letting anyone get a glimpse of her place. Never asking for any help.

Until a little more than two years ago, I was always able to stay on my place, sustaining the stare when looked at me with so much desire, but I never did anything. I knew that once I had a taste, it wouldn't be enough. The second she decided to give me her first kiss, I would want all the other for myself.

Then it happened when we were 15, on a Halloween ball thrown by Winterborn. I was dressed as a Dracula, and she was dressed as a sexy devil girl with 6-inches black platforms. Both in black and red.

I had left the ballroom annoyed by the ocean of stares on me, and she followed me right before. I went inside a closed classroom when I felt her presence lurking behind me, and a minute after that, she opened the door and locked it behind.

'Here you are,' she said.

'What do you want, Rose?' I grinned.

She came closer to me, staying in the middle of my open legs as I had purposely leaned on the teacher's desk. Her small pale hands with her long red-painted nails on the neckband of the cape I was using. 'I heard Dracula made a deal with the devil to live longer. It made me kind of jealous.' Rose mumbled sensually with that crooked grin on.

'I never signed any deal with any other devil, Rose. Do you want to be the first?' I whispered back, with my hands on her tiny waist.

Her emerald eyes sparkled with hunger and she gave me that look, the look that makes me feel like a prey under the eyes of a predator. 'I promise I won't make you drink anyone's blood in retribution, Gray!'

When she called my name like that, I felt my heart beating quicker than it should, and licked my lips. She must have taken that as yes, because she licked her red full lips and ended the space between us, clashing her lips on mine. Making my rationality take the backseat, and my undying lust for her take control.

Giving her my first kiss and she took mine away. Switching positions and putting her over the table, staying in the middle of her legs, crossing them around my body, as we got entangled in a feverous kiss.

Little did I know that by doing that I would be lighting the ancient desire inside of her. Since that kiss, we never stopped. From that moment onwards, we were never able to stop going at each other's throats every time we were alone together. Neither did we keep that hidden.

She didn't keep me hidden as I first thought she would. No. Rose, to my surprise, fought with her family because they were, obviously, dissatisfied with her dating with me, since to them I'm not a legacy.

We never really talked about what we were, so I can't really say we are dating, although I think it's subtitled that we are. I never really talked to her head-on about any of this, always with a step back, unsettled by the lies. All the constants lies that made her such an amazing puzzle to me.

Again, I knew of her feelings even if she hadn't said she loved me. She made it clear. Even though she doesn't say it close to me, I've caught her twice or thrice fighting coldly with some non-legacy girls at the Academy, saying I was hers.

Well, it's not like I didn't do the same behind her back. Beating the fuckers who looked at her with other intentions and making sure they knew who she belonged to. Me.

I managed to hold myself for two years, which was a genuine surprise for me, since she always made my body burn for her. And she was never subtle on how much she wanted more than kisses. On how she wanted to give me more than just her first kiss. And I wanted too.

Although she's light years hornier than me. At least she has no control over that. Always provoking me, moving her hips over my painful erections when we kissed. Making me want to destroy the line I draw.

That's why I went after a way to make the magical pill for her to be able to take me in.

But aside from that, I was never able to give myself to her. I need her full trust to trust her fully, and she may love me, but she doesn't trust me. She seem to not trust anyone, for a matter of fact, but I'm different. I know she doesn't look down on me, so that's not the reason, and some times she seems close to telling me something but always stops and pretends it was something else.

I can't give her all of me if she doesn't give me all of her back. That's why I kept quiet. Why I kept a façade that I didn't really care.

We lie to each other.

But I'm afraid she might shut down if I press her. If I show her that I'm suspicious. That I can tell she's lying. And that's why I decided to give her time to figure her shit out, to decide if she trust me enough to tell me all of her secrets.

Only then, I'll feel safe to tell her mine.

I'm sure she has at least three different abilities. One of them being super strength, because there is no fucking way this girl's strength is that of a normal person. Or of any normal magical person like us. I always pretended not to feel anything not to startle her, since she seemed to do it unconsciously, but she would always display her strength at least once when we were together, even if it was by pushing me too hard on the bed.

She's just… strong. Though she only seems to lower her guard with me, since she never displays anything when other people are around her, playing the fragile and weak role.

I'm perceptive. As much as she is of me.

Though she's terrible at hiding and always straight-up eats me with her eyes. No matter where. She always does that. Making me feel like a prey in a way I don't hate it. I'm more discreet.

My arms hugged her nude body closer to me, her warm breath brushing on my skin as she slept peacefully, satisfied. She looks so adorable when sleeping, you might really fall for the whole I'm-cute-quite-and-shy façade she puts up so perfectly. "You are so beautiful, little opal," I whispered, caressing her black hair that was still smooth but a hot mess.

How can such a cute looking girl be so savage, sexy, naughty, and insatiable like that? It's insane.

Thankfully I not only prepared a pill to help her out on fitting me in, as I also prepared a ointment to help with the soreness on her pussy.

Damn, and what a pussy. Warm, painfully tight, swollen, juicy… It swallowed me so good with the help of the pill, making me fill whole for the first time. And the way she sat on me in one go… fuck.

Thinking about it is making me hard again. And she sucked my cock so well, I should return the gesture.

My magic was blocking the light from the windows, but I'm sure it's around 6 am already.

Slowly, I caressed her body and she reacted to it unconsciously, so I bend down, and opened her legs. And the sight of her juices rolling down her small pink swollen pussy made me so hard that it hurt, but I ignored it. Is she having dirty dreams?

Holding her legs still so she wouldn't close it abruptly, I dove in, sniffing softly and inhaling the sweet addicting scent of her arousal. Licking my lips, I first licked her clit, then going for the lips, gaining a reaction as her body jerk up and a moan escaped her lips. More three long licks and she woke up, her hands going instantly to my hair.