Fear of losing it all

God I had fallen asleep again, and he had been there with me. I couldn't breathe, my body aching, my hands trembling. I had only closed my eyes for a few moments, and that was all it took to feel him completely. I awoke terrified, and feeling the need for flight. I couldn't stay here any longer, every minute I spent here was another moment that he would possess my soul. I wasn't thinking straight, or maybe for the first time I was actually using my mind, I was at the stage where fear overcame every other thought.

I scribbled a note to Ana, and left it beside the bed. "Ana I'll call you soon, I have to get out of here, please don't worry." I left the note and caressed her sleeping cheek, she had become my best friend in my short few weeks here in Bon Temp. Tears fell from my eyes as I jumped into my car and drove away from my house. I didn't know how far I'd have to drive to stop feeling his presence, in fact it seemed to grow stronger with every mile that passed and that just deepened my resolve.

Tears nearly blinded my vision as I drove and drove, my hands clenching and unclenching the steering wheel as I fought to gain control of my emotions. "Stop the car Cara, turn back around," I heard his voice as clearly as if he were sitting right beside me. I shook my head, willing his voice to disappear, he truly wasn't talking with me I told myself over and over again.

I floored the gas and drove even faster,the road blurring behind my tears, but still I drove on and on. "Cara stop the damn car," his voice was cold and angry and I trembled unable to stop myself, hallucination or not, his anger terrified me. A deer jumped across the road and I swerved quickly to miss it, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to regain control of the car. After several minutes of swerving back and forth I finally had control again, and pulled over to the side of the deserted road and laid my head on the steering wheel, my heart racing.

I'm not sure how long I sat there tears falling down my cheeks, my mind so completely absorbed in my own misery. As the car door flew open I gasped in shock, he was standing there, the rage on his face so frightening I tried to move over to the passenger seat to get away from him. He reached in the car and pulled me out forcefully, shaking me until I was feeling dizzy. "You stupid stupid human," his voice was so cold you could feel the ice dripping from every word.

He pulled me up against his hard chest and soared up into the air. I clung to him in terror, not sure if it was his anger or the fact that we were flying through the night that caused such fear. I buried my face in his chest and closed my eyes tightly until we came back down to earth. We were standing in front of Fangtasia and he pulled me with him so forcefully I thought my arm would come off. I didn't struggle against him, new it was pointless and it would only cause me pain.

He strode through the front doors, pulling me like a rag doll until we reached his office, pushing me forcefully down into a chair while he stood there glaring at me as if he couldn't decide if she should kill me now or wait until later. "Do not move from that chair," he all but screamed at me his icy blue eyes bore into mine. I could only nod my agreement I was terrified at that moment to speak. He walked out and locked the door behind him.

He walked out to the club, finding Pam and told her where my car was and to go pick it up. He was fighting very hard to control his temper thinking if he walked back into his office at that moment, he would probably drain the girl for being such an idiot. Taking several long minutes to get his rage under control he walked back to his office. He walked over to the large leather couch and sat down, taking several more moments to calm himself, before he opened his mouth to speak. I could only sit in the chair in front of his desk, afraid to move.

“Come to me now Cara,” he stated his voice cold but not quiet as enraged as earlier. I bit my lip in indecision before walking over to him. It had to be the longest walk of my life, taking those few steps. “I'm sorry,” I whispered as I sat down beside him. With no warning he pulled me into his lap and kissed me deeply. I put my arms around his shoulders and returned the kiss just as deeply. No matter what had happened I new that he owned me. He pushed me back on the couch and followed me his body never losing contact with mine.

Pulling me to stand for a moment he yanked my dress over my head and threw it on the floor carelessly, my bra and panties were all but ripped away just as quickly. I could only gasp as everything happened so quickly. He pushed me back down on the couch forcefully, his body once again pressed tightly to mine. I could barely breathe, and had no thoughts of protesting, his will was mine.

His hands were all over the place, cupping my breasts, tracing my face and then sliding down to the hidden heat which he quickly brought to life. I wanted him so desperately at that moment, that nothing else mattered. He pulled away and cast off his clothing quickly. He joined me back on the couch and pushed my legs apart quickly. I could only gasp as he kneel between my legs and his mouth found the core of me. There was not an ounce of compassion in him tonight, he seemed bent on seducing and taking. I was gasping within minutes and almost on the brink soon after as he pulled away.

“Touch me,” he demanded, grabbing my hand and leading it to his staff. His hand covered mine as he showed me how to caress him. After a few moments he moved his hand and I continued stroking him, getting to know his body. “Taste me,” he demanded and even though I was shocked I didn't want to deny him anything. I lowered my head to tentatively run my tongue over the enlarged tip and he moaned deeply.

Guessing that I must be doing something right, I continued exploring him with my mouth and hands suckling him deeply into my mouth. He pushed me away quickly and turned me over with such haste I gasped out. Coming back in between my legs he thrust into me deeply and I cried out. My body was definitely not used to such an invasion. It was both pleasure and uncomfortable, but my body adjusted to his as he began to strongly thrust in and out of me.

“Never leave me again,” he demanded as he continued his assault on my body. His face was a range of emotions from anger to desire and it was as if I had never met this stranger who was ravaging me. I wanted it to continue, but I was also confused and frightened. After a few more strokes I could not care about anything but the glorious sensation that began to burst forth and it drowned out everything else. My body shattered around him, completely coming undone.

After a few more thrusts he was spent and he lay upon me for a few minutes before pulling out of me and moving beside me. I could only stare up at the ceiling gasping for air. I had never experienced anything like this in my life. I was confused, my body was sore, and he wasn't speaking. It wasn't like I could get up and leave as I was pretty much a prisoner until he decided otherwise. “I guess this is what it felt like to be used and discarded”, I thought miserably.

I refused to cry because it would only make me look like an idiot. I turned my face away from him, my heart pounding in my chest. It wasn't like I had anything to go on from my past, I had never been so lonely in my entire life. “Cara come here,” his voice was so soft and tender that I knew if I did what he asked I would start bawling like a baby. I shook my head no and refused to look at him. He moved over to me quickly and pulled me up against him, spooning is what I always called it.

He caressed my hair and my shoulders and arms, and of course the waterworks started. I relaxed against him and he allowed me to cry without saying a word. He continued stroking my arms softly then replaced his hands with his lips as he kissed up and down both my arms. Turning me over he met my lips and gently kissed me. Glancing up at him, I was sure my eyes showed all the confusion I felt inside.
His lips found my jaw line and trailed a tender line of kisses down to my neck.

His hands found their way to my breasts and he caressed them as if they were precious to him. His mouth found a way to one rosy peak and he suckled it deeply into his mouth, and my body betrayed me and arched into his mouth hungrily. His other hand left my breast and trailed down to the center of my passion and stroked me gently, before sliding inside of me. I was gasping for air as his fingers worked his magic on me once again.

Then his fangs slid deeply into my neck and I cried out at the ecstasy that flowed through my ravished body. He suckled me like an infant would a mothers breast and every drop he took filled me with even more desire. When he lifted his mouth he bit his own wrist, drawing blood. He lifted his wrist to my mouth and I could only look at him in confusion. “Drink from me,” he demanded quietly and without thought I did. As his blood found it's way into my mouth I couldn't get enough. It was like drinking an ice cold glass of tea when you'd been parched for hours.

As I drank from him, I was overcome with passion, and felt my body climax again. I never wanted to stop, grasping his wrist in my hands I held him to me tightly as I drank and drank. When he pulled away forcefully I was deeply disappointed. He laughed softly at how greedy I was being and I flushed bright red. “We are a part of each other,” he told me his voice strong and forceful. He pulled my chin up making me meet his eyes, “You are mine, and I won't let you leave again.” Trembling at the possessiveness of his tone, I could only nod in agreement. He pulled me tightly into his arms and in exhaustion, I fell asleep.