Slaved to a Devil [lesbian] novel Chapter 17

Lauren

I allowed Eise to sleep for a few hours, knowing that she would be exhausted after the hour of straight teasing and the explosive orgasm that followed.

Besides, I liked watching her sleep, always at peace and not the stubborn, maddening girl she is when she wakes up.

I planned on spending the whole day with her just sleeping if I could, it looks like she really needs it since I doubt she has been sleeping for the last few days.

I run my hand up and down the softness of her arm, feeling content with her skin against mine. Her cold feeling was refreshing against my warmth.

It was mid day when she finally began to stir, rolling from side to side before her eyes opened and a wide smile spreading over her lips.

“Good morning,” I whisper, kissing the side of her head gently. “Or should I say afternoon.”

She rolled to face me before sighing contently.

“I blame you for that,” she says before connecting our lips in a sweet innocent kiss that turned passionate quickly.

Rolling on top of me, she attacked the buttons of my shirt, her finger fiddling with the holes before becoming frustrated and ripping it open completely.

“Elise,” I half moan and groan. “You don’t need to…”

Her lips reconnected with mine, stopping all sound that was going to be spoken.

She travelled lower with her lips attaching to my neck, sucking and nibbling my skin as she unclasped my bra.

I lose myself to the feeling of her skin pressed on mine as traveling lower to attack my collar bones before her lips latch onto my nipple.

My hands grip on her brunette locks pulling her soft lips and wet inviting mouth further into me so she sucks harder and softly nibbles on my bud of nerves.

I roll on top of her, despite myself enjoying being beneath her and maybe even being willing enough to allow her to have control, but my devil side wouldn’t allow it. The side of myself that craves control at all times. The side that doesn’t allow myself to become vulnerable and preys on others weaknesses.

As soon as I sit up in a straddling position, I feel her mouth reconnect to my chest.

I feel my skin grow hot, the bones of my back started to manipulate and press against my skin. Something inside of me snapped and didn’t want her to do anything to me, even though the rest of me was yelling to let her have her way.

“Elise,” I say more sternly, trying to regain myself as well as gain her attention. “I don’t want you to.”

She stops immediately and retracts her mouth from my nipple. Her facial expression holds hurt and confusion as she drops to the mattress pushing herself out from under me.

“Your eyes are black,” she whispers, when she was sitting next to me, at least two feet from my strained form.

I could feel my fangs beginning to extend as she watched me gradually lose control of my body again.

Images of the people I have hurt, not having control over my body flashed before my eyes. Their blood raining down in my vision before the thought of Elise, distorted neck and crimson covered skin came to mind.

I blocked out her voice as I focused on my breathing, feeling my throat tighten with guilt and pull me back to myself, allowing me to take control once more.

“Elise,” I say strained from the discomfort. “I really want to let you believe me, but the last time I lost control, it didn’t…”

I find myself losing my words, now feeling embarrassed for all the people I mercilessly killed. I don’t know what was happening to me, but it was all tied to Elise, that much was for sure.

“It didn’t what?” She asked, still holding a little bit of anger.

“It didn’t go too well.” I said as strongly as I could, so I didn’t show the regret and guilt I felt clawing in my chest. “The last thing I want is to hurt you.”

She seemed to consider my words, giving me an emotionless look.