Jailed

by Daniella Wright

  We climbed on the ferris wheel and he indeed held my hand while we ascended. We were sitting across from each other, our hands between us, and he was looking into my eyes with a smile on his face. My heart almost leapt in my chest. He looked beautiful, and he was looking at me as if he thought the same thing.

  “Are you too scared?” he asked, reaching forward with his free hand to stroke my cheek. “I will keep you safe, Emilia.”

  I found that I wasn’t afraid anymore, not with him there. I squeezed his hand and looked out over the park as we climbed higher. It was beautiful—all the lights blurred together, colorful and pretty. Everywhere we looked there were people laughing and enjoying themselves. It was so much different from the bar, such a different atmosphere. I was enjoying it more than I could say.

  “No,” I said. “I’m not afraid.”

  He smiled. “Good. There’s nothing to be afraid of while I’m here.”

  I believed him. We spent the whole ride just gazing at each other, sending messages back and forth with our eyes. I knew it was time to go home, to get into bed with him. I invited him over to my place for the first time and he accepted eagerly, driving us back in the quiet stillness of the car. For some reason, I was nervous. I didn’t know how to cap off such a perfect night—I wanted things to be absolutely pure between us, perfect, and I wanted him to remember our date with a smile. When we got to my house, we went inside and I shut the door behind us. He stared at me for a long moment, then looked at my lips. I took that as an invitation, and pressed my lips against his, my tongue seeking entry to his mouth. He accepted it and tasted me back, kissing me with feverish desire. We undressed quickly and I led him to my bedroom, where he slowly laid me down and climbed in beside me. We faced each other on the bed and he took time stroking my hips, my waist, touching my breasts with light touches that drove me crazy. I could tell he wanted to take it slow this time, to make it last, and I was on the same page with him. This time would be different than our previous encounters, more tender.

  He proved it by planting slow, gentle kisses over my jaw and my neck, then gazing into my eyes as he pulled my hips against his. He wrapped my leg over his hip and then guided his cock inside of me so that we were lying face-to-face and making love on our sides, his body rocking into mine while we kissed. It was slow and passionate while he pushed as deep as he could go, filling me up one inch at a time while I moaned breathlessly. There were no commands issued, no power play, just the two of us making love, relishing each other’s bodies as our hips moved in rhythm with one another. After I came, he put his lips to my throat, sank his teeth in slow and gentle and drank from me while he filled me with his come. We stayed like that, facing each other, even after we were finished. His eyes held mine and there was a smile on his lips. He pushed my hair back from my face, which was damp and curly with sweat, and leaned in to kiss me very softly on the mouth. I felt my heart swell with the look in his eyes, and knew then that I loved him, that I wanted him to be mine. I wanted to say it, but I kept it to myself. If he didn’t feel the same way, it would ruin the moment, and I wanted the moment to last in its perfection. After a while of just spending time in bed, gazing at each other and kissing and touching with tender hands, he got up to leave to go to his light-proof home. It was almost morning by the time we finished, and though I knew he had to get home, I regretted the fact that he had to leave. He seemed to know what I was thinking, because he promised to see me again the next night.

  Chapter 7: Eli

  We spent the next several days together, just enjoying one another’s company. Sometimes we made love and sometimes, when the mood was right, I fucked her the way she really liked it, rough and dirty. It depended on the mood. Either way, we spent the rest of our evenings in bliss. Being around her brought me to life, so to speak, made me feel like I was almost human again. I was overwhelmed by my feelings for her but wasn’t sure how to identify them. It had been so long since I’d felt anything, since I’d enjoyed love, that I almost didn’t recognize it.

  Emilia finished her story and it was published in the local paper the next week. I was hesitant to read it, wondering just what she said. A small part of me was worried that I’d read something negative, that she’d focus on the dominating part of my personality and imply that all vampires had a bad streak. Most of me knew this would never be the case. From the look in her eyes, the way she talked, Emilia’s feeling for me were tender and powerful. So I read the article. It was a story, deeply personal, about their relationship and how deeply they had connected. I felt my heart swell while I read it, completely touched by her words. The piece was enlightening and moving, and I found myself engrossed in the story as I read it. It had gotten major positive feedback and I could tell why; Emilia had put together a story that was emotionally powerful.

  Reading it made me realize my feelings once and for all. I had fallen for her. Hard. Even harder than I had with the human girl before. I had never felt anything like I felt for Emilia, never experienced such a powerful feeling of desire and adoration before. Her smile, her curiosity and willingness to try anything despite her trepidation were intoxicating to me. My whole heart belonged to her, and I wondered where I stood in hers.

  It was only a week after the story was published when I asked Emilia to meet me at the café we had met up at so long ago. She eagerly agreed and showed up looking radiant in a pale pink shirt that complemented her beautiful skin. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her, couldn’t keep from staring. She blushed when she met my eye, her cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink that made my heart thunder in my chest just to look at her.

  “Hi,” I said softly as she took her seat next to me. She leaned in to kiss me and I responded gently, savoring the taste of her lips, of her tongue. We kissed for a long moment before I noticed people starting to stare. I pulled back and grinned at her, unable to help myself.

  “Hello,” she said, her voice light and airy. “I’ve been wondering what this is about. Did you like the story?”

  “I loved it,” I said honestly. “It was perfect. I’m constantly amazed by you.”

  She blushed even deeper red at the compliment, smiling nonetheless.

  “Thank you, Eli,” she said softly, looking at me with adoration writ all over her face.

  “I wanted to talk to you,” I said, taking her hand in mine and kissing her fingers.

  “About?” she asked, raising her eyebrows. She looked a little apprehensive, but I soothed her by kissing her mouth.

  “I love you,” I said, my heart beating fast. “I’ve never felt this way about anybody before.”

  “Oh,” she said, her lips parted. Her eyes were dancing, filled with joy.

  “I want you to be my mate,” I told her. “My partner. I want to be with you, Emilia, if you’ll let me.”

  She looked at me breathlessly, biting her lip. Then her face burst into a radiant smile, and she leaned forward to plant a kiss on my cheek.

  “Of course,” she said. “Yes, Eli. I love you more than anything.”

  My heart swelled. Those were exactly the words I’d wanted to hear. I sat there and gazed at her, reading her face, hoping it was true. The sweet look she gave me was absolutely genuine, and I felt myself relax. I leaned in to kiss her again, our lips locked together in a passionate embrace. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close, ignoring the other people in the restaurant. All that mattered was her, touching her, loving her until the end of my days. She kissed me back, and when she pulled away, she was smiling brightly.

  “So this is it,” she said. “You’re mine.”

  “I’m yours,” I promised, and kissed her again. We left the café then and went back to her place to celebrate by making hot, passionate love to each other for most of the night. She fell asleep with her face pressed against my chest, and I spent the rest of the night reveling in her touch, my heart swollen with love.

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