DRY OF BLOOD AND SIX FEETS DOWN

The man suddenly plunged at her, that she did not know how to react to it. She had just worn a night dress that she saw in the closet and it was quite silky so when Nicholas plunged at her and rolled her into his shoulder like a soft ball, the dress slid up, revealing her clean thighs which neither of then could see. It was at this moment that Nicholas decided to support her by placing his hand on he exposed thigh from behind.

"Hey.. put me down. Let me go!" she struggled, although she knew it was useless against the big and burly piece of art.

He smiled when he felt his hands touch the smooth soft skin. "Just as I remember."

Phantasy scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Be a gentleman and let me down."

He did not listen and instead walked towards his own room saying..."You know very well that I am no gentle man." He paused when he reached the bed but did not place her on it. "In all aspects too." his ambiguous words made her face flush and scenes flashed across her eyes again.

Pounding...turning. tossing...pressing...

Phantasy frowned deeply and tapped him forcefully. She could hear his chuckle as he gently placed her on his bed. The position she was in, caused her dress to ride up even more exposing her skin all the way to her pelvis which gave the perverted man a view of her pink undies.

Nicholas quickly swept his eyes away as he rubbed them. He muttered some curses to himself and quietly walked into the bathroom giving Phantasy a small daring look and she knew what it meant.

She would not dare to walk out of his room. As she adjusted her dress, she could hear the sound of running water and decided to look around. She didn't get the chance to as she was at war front when she first came in here.

His room was similar to him. Pitch Black and it gave off a sense of doom lingering in the air. As she thought about this, she started to feel uncomfortable and toyed with the sheets. Seconds after, she was already opening the drawers on the night stand.

She had only opened the third, when Nicholas walked out a towel around his waist. The deep groove on his waist and the perked looking abs made her imagination run wild again. She did not mean to stare but God damn everyone knew Nicholas was a god in human clothes. Perhaps that was why he earned the name Demon, although she mostly suspected it was for his attitude.

Phantasy trailed her eyes across his body again, taking in every nook and cranny of his chest. She clenched her fists remembering how she traced those perked grooves the other night and how her nails dug into the shallow of his back. The way she arched her back and felt blissful in full ecstasy.

On cue, she curled her toes in the sheets and fisted her hands tightly, mouth salivating on the inside and she swallowed hard trying to comport herself.

Nicholas devilish sex demon something knew what he was causing her to think and felt more satisfied. He sashayed over, letting her take her time with fantasizing about him. The little girl should know how he felt for the past two years. It was not until he crawled over to her in bed, his rough hands mildly catching her ankle, did she notice his closeness.

She jerked away on reflex, her eyes glancing at the ankle he was holding. Although he just took a shower and his hand was cold, she could only feel hotness gradually spread through her whole body and she knew this feeling.

"Litttle girl, it's time to sleep. What are you thinking?" lightly, his voice traveled to her ears and she glanced at the ankle again.

It was the same one he had grabbed that night. The one she had hung around his waist...the ankle he had caressed and kissed. Her body which he had worshipped...

She sucked in a long breath and attempted to move her ankle but he gripped it tightly, a complacent smile on his lips.

"I dont want to sleep here." she stated, eyes frequently drifting to his hands.

So that his what his hand looked like. It was slightly dark that night so she did not see properly how his hands looked like.

Nicholas caressed her ankles a bit before lying beside her, leaving the little girl to wallow in her own imagination.

"Do you have a choice?"

Phantasy galred at her ankle and then at him. She wanted to say something but kept quiet, and finally she rolled under the sheets and covered her entire head with a 'hmph'

Nichola smiled and patted what he thought to be her head even though it was just the sheets.

Nicholas did not sleep directly and instead took out a book from his night stand and began to read. When she could not handle staying under the sheets for long, she peered at him and aksed.

"Do you like to keep people against their will? Or is it just me?"

He gave her an amusing glance before focusing on his book. "Naturally, I love control but I dont keep people against their will Miss Winter. It's only with you."

Phantasy kept the sheets lower and breath properly. "Why me? Have I offended you? Are you planning to kill me?"

Nicholas chukled and gave her an expressionless look. "You owe me My lady and if I wanted to kill you, you would already be dry of blood and six feets down."

When he said this, they both frowned and Nicholas could feel the dull ache in his head again. To not scare the young girl, he sinked his head on the head board and closed his eyes.