Dark Layers Volume 2: Dark Layers

by Gray, A L

  Today floods my mind once more; the body, the cushion cover, the prospect of Elijah being a murderer, Cast... the list is endless.

  "Elijah, we need to talk about that body." I mutter, lowering my head as I brush my fingers across the colourful soft petals. He stands silent for a few seconds and as I look up at him, he lowers his head - in shame I think.

  "I know, I just do not know how I am going to convince you that it was not me. I know you had the same thought I did when you heard of the pillow case. I am not a murderer Anile, how can I prove it to you?"

  "Elijah, you have a gun."

  "I have it for protection."

  "Protection from what, who?" I frown.

  "There is so much you do not know, so much I want to keep you away from Anile."

  Castor's words flood my mind, "do you mean the ritual thing Castor was talking about or what he has on you?"

  He nods his head, "both, and so much more."

  I motion my hand for him to stop, and it's not like he's going to tell me anything anyway.

  "I do not want to know anymore, Elijah. I am fucking sick of this shit, I am sick of everything being a rollercoaster for us. It's as though something does not want us to be together!"

  I turn away from him, trying my very best to measure up the situation mathematically. I suddenly miss my boring old life with Derek.

  I peer around at him. He's standing motionless. His eyes are dark, darker than I have ever seen before. His breathing is ragged. His hands are flush against his legs, they seem as though they are made of steel.

  I look around his room to busy myself from the growing tension and something grabs my attention. I wonder why he does not have one Greek God painting here. He has every single one at his office, but nothing here. Strange.

  I decide to break the ice knowing I cannot take this silence.

  "Elijah, why did you pair all the Greek God paintings in your office?"

  He licks his lips and smiles - thank God. He's coming back to me mentally.

  "When I saw you for the first time in the cafeteria, I saw myself, and knew I did not need to hide the other half of me anymore."

  "Elijah, that is..." I stand, shocked, speechless, captivated by him, "that is beautiful," I frown, "did you really see yourself like that, like you were not whole?" I whisper in pain for him. I was not expecting him to say that.

  "I do not want to talk about this Anile." He warns.

  "If you do not open up to me, I'm leaving. I deserve to know who you are."

  If I have to succumb to my weakness of him, he can accept that I need to know who he truly is.

  "You just said you don't want to talk about all this shit anymore. God you're so frustrating Anile." He says, as soft as he possibly can but I hear anger in his voice.

  "I meant the dead body and your brother." I say calmly.

  He shakes his head. "You know me better than anyone Anile."

  "Elijah, come on. I haven't known you that long at all - and before you give me your beautiful speech on how time does not matter, it does to me. I care for you, so much, and I want to know who you really are."

  He looks annoyed, "have you not been paying attention? I am different with you. I am not a Bastard all the time, I have changed, somewhat, but only with you because I want to make us work. Why can't you just let me be, let me open up in my own time? Why are you forcing this?"

  "I am forcing it because I care."

  "Okay, tell me about you." He asks sarcastically.

  I make a hasty retreat. I turn away from him and walk towards the bed.

  "Elijah," I'm lost for words and wounded by how right he is - I never talk about myself.

  "See, you will not talk about yourself. I hardly know anything about you Anile. Everything I do know, I have had to dig up because you are so reticent. But the difference between you and I is, I do not badger you for information, I hope you will tell me in your own time."

  "What do you mean, 'dig up'?"

  He throws his head back in an irksome manner, "please, do not start an argument on another subject, we have barely gotten over the last one!"

  I stare at him dazed and agree for once. We will get nowhere if we keep going over all this. I have officially given up.

  “Do you mind if I go have a shower please?”

  He nods his head, “I will get you some clothes from my maid; I think you are around the same size.”

  "Your maid?"

  "Yes, she lives here. She is tiny like you, I think her clothes will fit you. Go have a shower, I will have everything sorted by the time you come out."

  I smile at him in hope that we can somehow get past all this.

  "Anile," he whispers, "do you believe me? Do you believe that I did not kill that person?"

  I stare at him, trying to read his body language. I think he is telling the truth, I don't think he's lying. I feel his desperation in the air - he's desperate for me to trust him.

  "I do believe you, Elijah." I whisper.

  I breathe a huge *sigh* and walk past him but quickly stop to watch him leave the room. A sad feeling washes over me. I need to pull myself together, for us. If I don't, who will save us?

  Chapter Eighteen

  I MAKE MY WAY to his bathroom to get cleaned up - I'm still in yesterdays clothes and I have dirty teeth and dirty hair. The handle to his en-suite door is beautiful - gold and in the shape of angel wings. It's bizarre; I have never seen a handle like this before. Once the door is open, I relish in the beauty of his en-suite and the smell of fresh strawberries. It's grey marble from floor to ceiling with hints of white blended into the soft stone. Soft white towels hang on the huge towel warmer to the left of me. There are frosted Juliette doors with no curtains; they flood the room with so much light. No bath again, which I find strange given his weirdly placed bath in that house of hell. His sink basin is white - his and hers. I smile fondly.

  I make my way to the open glass shower. It's just out of this world. Big enough for ten people - easily; a bright white basin and a chrome square shower head fitted to the ceiling. I could get used to this.

  I pull down the showers water leaver and the hot flow caresses my hand, almost scolding me. I move the nozzle to create some balance between hot and cold and welcome the beautiful rush of water that will soon clean me. I drop his crisp white shirt to the floor and step into the vast shower. The water is fresh and divine. I stand flush under the flow and relish in the refreshing sensation that cannot be beaten by anything other than a shower. I clean every inch of my body with his expensive shower gel. Once I'm satisfied that I'm clean enough, I step out of the shower and into the coldness. I quickly grab a towel to dry myself. Oh my bloody God! The towels have mine and Elijah's name on them. I cannot help but gawp while clutching at the cotton soft material.

  I finish drying myself in a daze, still gazing at my name printed in gold on the towels - I use a towel with Elijah's name on it; stupid giddy teen crap I know.

  Still holding the towel tightly around my body, I go to brush my teeth. He has two tooth brushes. I'm guessing the blue one is his. I touch the bristles to his toothbrush. It's bone dry and hard from lack of use; like its owner! I joke. I grasp the pink tooth brush and clean my teeth while smiling at myself in the vast ceiling height mirror. I look flush from the showers heat - the look of lust - I giggle. I finish up with a hair dryer. My hair is so damn wavy that I have no choice but to tie it back; I think I have a hair tie in my bag. As I put the hair dryer away in the basin draw, I clock hair straighteners - Cloud Nine's. Holy crap, this man thinks of everything! With a giddy smile still in place, I straighten my frizzy hair.

  Once I'm all clean and my hair is nicely in place, I make my way back into Elijah’s bedroom. I find some clean clothes folded neatly on the bed. I smile at his kind thought. A purple maxi skirt with a white strappy vest - no underwear.

  “Was that okay for you?” Elijah asks making me jump.

  “What are you doing hiding in the door way?” I gasp, clutching
at my towel.

  “Waiting for you.” He replies as he slowly walks towards me. His eyes are filled with desire, they are low, lazy. He's lightly nipping his perfect pink lower lip. "I dare you to let me make love to you." He whispers once he reaches me.

  My uneven breathing starts here. My mouth is open - holy shit, this is it!

  "You wasted a dare." I smile, also biting my bottom lip. Desire is flowing through me like a welcomed heat wave.

  "Why?" He frowns.

  "Because you didn't even need to ask. You can take me whenever you want - I'm ready for you." I say in a low breathless voice.

  He tugs at my towel while gazing down at me. He pulls it with such force that I do not even have the chance to stop him - not that I would. I stand naked in front of him, panting, gasping for air. His smouldering eyes analyse me from head to toe.

  “You are one beautiful woman.” He whispers, "no one should ever be with you in the darkness, your beauty is not to be wasted."

  I try to cover myself by wrapping my arms around my chest but he takes my hands. He pulls them apart.

  “Do not hide from me Anile, ever.” He warns as he turns me around. He pulls my back flush against his front. Oh his scent is potent, but I love it. He touches my shoulders tenderly; I can feel he's nervous, his normal overpowering grasp is not quite so.

  “Lay on your front.” He orders, pointing towards the bed over my shoulder.

  I submit myself as excitement rushes through me. Holy mother of God! I'm going to lose my virginity to no one other than, Elijah Darks. This is all happening so fast! One minute he is definite that he cannot have me, and now, he wants to make love to me! I feel my hands tremble as I shakily stumble onto the bed. He grabs my hips to steady me. The immediate contact sends a shimmering vibe up my entire body.

  “I got you Princess.” He whispers.

  Once I lay flat on his soft comfy duvet, he climbs on top of me, still dressed in only his jogging bottoms. I feel him soft against my back as he presses himself against me. My breathing picks up with my heart beat and I find it hard to calm myself.

  “Shhh, Princess. If this gets too much for you, just tell me to stop and I will - no safe signals this time." He whispers into my ear. "I have never had sex in this bed before, Anile, this will show you how much you mean to me. I will not take advantage of your innocence; I will make love to you and show you how you should be treated.”

  “Elijah.” I breathe. I'm not sure what I want to say; words are lost to me. I feel... elevated.

  "I'm going to touch you now." He says tenderly.

  He hovers above me and slides down my body, placing chaste kisses down the centre of my spine. I feel his lips gently touch my backside. He kisses my derrière once, long and hard. He slides his lips back up to my shoulders. I swear his lips almost scratch against my skin but it's a beautiful sensation. His hands follow his lips as he glides along my skin.

  “You are so beautiful.” He whispers against me.

  He lifts my hair above my head once he reaches the back of my neck and I now feel fully naked. He presses his hand hard against my back, forcing me into the mattress. He slides both hands down my body again, sensually in and out of the curves of my waist, until he reaches my behind. He gently slides his finger in my backside crack; he makes his way forward to the entrance of my sex. Oh my, that's it, that's what I need. I bury my head into the pillow - ecstasy will soon be rushing through my brain. I know how I'm going to feel once he's inside me. Oh I'm desperate!

  “Wet already. How the hell will I ever get enough of you, Anile?” He whispers while rolling his finger around the entrance of my sex, "I'm going to open your legs so I can see your beautiful pussy this way."

  Oh no! His crude yet sexual words command my desire. Jesus! I feel embarrassed at the fact that it's light and he really can see all of me. I bury my head further, this time out of personal humiliation.

  He gently opens my legs, moving his free hand from side to side. Shit his touch sort of burns my skin.

  “I am going to finger fuck you, gently, and kiss your beautiful pussy; I'll make you cum this way. I enjoy seeing you fall apart from just my hands and my mouth, Anile.”

  His words are almost all I need to get me to the finish line. They are too sensual for my innocent ears. I cannot control this burning desire inside me, I have no choice but to pant.

  He gently plays with me, dipping the tip of his finger inside me, then back out. The strange invasive feeling is sort of there, but not enough because he has not quite entered me. He tries to massage the queen of my sex also but this position is a little hard for him to reach me fully, so I lift my pelvis. My derrière is firmly in the air.

  “That’s what I like to see Princess, team work.” He says.

  I almost burst out laughing at his playful side but he grasps my derrière with one hand and slides his other beneath me. He starts massaging my sex fully, adding pressure by using his hand on my backside. Relentless strokes and pressure assault me in all the right ways. I grasp the duvet unknowingly. Wow this is so bad, but it feels so damn good! He pushes me into his hand again.

  “Ahhh.” I unexpectedly cry out, knowing I'm building to an orgasm already! Shit! Euphoria, euphoria has taken my soul. Flutters fill my sex; saliva fills my mouth; my vision fades; my hands tremble. Oh God!

  “Come on Princess, let go.” He begs.

  I hold the pillow; I wrap my arms around it. He presses harder into my sex and it's my undoing. A tingling sensation comes with scorching heat. I try to hold on tight to my humanity but fail miserably as we mould into one. My orgasm possesses me, kidnaps me. I shatter into a thousand pieces.

  "Elijah." I scream out with the final blow of ecstasy.

  It's as though he knows and almost experiences what I'm feeling because, once I feel I cannot handle anymore, he unexpectedly and quickly releases me. I try to catch my wild breaths as I pant like a lion, almost roaring with the vivid memory of my orgasm. I feel… I do not know what I feel, I think I feel... free.

  I fall limp, lying flat on the bed. My senses gradually come back to me. He climbs on top of me and I wonder if an orgasm can get any better?

  He steals my thoughts, replacing them with his own.

  “Shall I play some music while I make love to you Anile?"

  I look at him from the side, desperate for his love but also for the music. I'm mentally gone, I'm mentally inside him - I feel everything he feels.

  He quickly climbs off of me. The longing is there from his absence, like pain - almost. He makes his way over to his beautiful mahogany dresser by the door. He has an old record player - wow! It's an antique mahogany boxed record player with a huge brass trumpet speaker. I melt, knowing this is the kind of romantic shit I love. Could he be any more of a perfect lover?

  A beautiful song – Percy Sledge, When A Man Loves A Woman – starts filling his room. I almost cry at this concreted memory that has already taken my soul.

  “Elijah, please.” I beg holding my hand out to him. I'm desperate for him.

  He comes back to me. He pulls down his joggers in one swift motion, revealing a huge penis. Holy fuck that is not going to fit inside me! I stare wide-eyed. It has the thickest vein down the centre at the top, dark and blue - like his eyes. He smiles perversely, noticing my reaction to the size of him.

  "It will be okay, this was made for you." He says grasping his penis tightly.

  Oh my, cheesy but perfect. I giggle.

  He climbs atop of me again, hovering just above me. His hands are flat against the bed either side of my head. He gently lowers himself onto me. Wow, skin to skin contact, this is heaven on its own!

  "Open your legs for me Anile." He whispers.

  I obey, like the desperate sex slave that I am. Slowly, I slide my legs apart. He entwines his feet around my ankles, holding them open. That feels intimate. I bite my lower lip while I try not to smile.

  "I'm going to enter you now." He whispers against my ear. He nips my earlobe - fuck that
feels good!

  My mouth is agape; my heart is pounding at a dangerous speed. Finally, all my desires come true. I feel the tip of his penis at the entrance of my sex. He gently pushes, a little at a time, deeper and deeper, but not quite deep enough. The feeling is kind of intrusive, but allowed.

  “Oh, fuck.” He breathes harshly into the back of my head.

  He snakes his hand right around to my mouth. He shoves all four of his fingers inside me and then grips my bottom jaw.

  “This is it Princess. It will feel strange, maybe even painful but you will become addicted to this, I promise you. Are you ready?”

  I nod because I cannot speak, and suddenly, he slides a little deeper - still not fully entering me though.

  “Come on, Elijah.” I mumble through his gripping hand.

  He suddenly pulls out of me completely. His ragged breaths come hard and fast, faster than I have ever heard him breathe before. I try to talk but his hand is still assaulting my mouth. I can feel him now crouched above me, contemplating his next move. I think he's fighting with his emotions.

  “This is for us." He says clipped.

  "What?" I say confused but too late. He rams into me, entering me fully. Jesus that hurts!

  “Ahhh!” I scream. My eyes are fully open, as is my mouth. My body has changed dramatically, in seconds!

  “Ahhh!” He mirrors my response. "Fuck that feels good." He gasps.

  He rests his forehead onto the back of mine. He doesn't move, he stays perfectly still; he's letting me adjust - I think. I blink a thousand times, hoping that this invasive feeling will soon go. I feel sore inside, like someone has cut into me. I'm not sure if it should feel like this. Oh double crap, I have to ask him before he gives it to me!

  “Elijah.” I mumble. He gently releases my mouth. “Elijah, it hurts.” I whisper and he immediately pulls out of me.

  "Ouch!" I wince.

  He effortlessly flips me onto my back. The shock of the quick movement makes me feel kind of dizzy. His mouth is set in an o, he's frowning; he's worried.

  “Are you okay Princess?” He asks worried as he pulls me into his lap. He feels really sweaty, like me. He starts analysing my face with his hands, brushing my hair out of my eyes.