“Let go of me now!” Etta jerked again, releasing her wrists from my grip only for a split second before I grabbed her face. Towering over her, I stared straight down at her. She could handle anything a terrorizing Demon threw at her, but my cruel words hurt her more than I could have ever imagined and it showed. How did this happen? How did I go from giving her temporary asylum so I could get rid of any followers to never wanting to let her go?
Etta stared up at me, her jaw trembling as she tried to fight back the stream of tears running down her olive cheeks. I leaned my face down and softly kissed her lips. Etta’s pulse raced out of control. I crossed a line and misinterpreted her body language. If she didn’t fear me before, she definitely did now. How could I have made such a mistake? How could I think for a minute such a beautiful girl would be attracted to a monster like me?
“I’m sorry,” I whispered as I moved my lips away and rested my forehead on hers. Etta wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled her lips up to mine. Her breathing labored and her heart was racing, but not because she was scared of me. Etta wanted to kiss me. A spark of electricity ran through my body as she kissed me more deeply. Her lips were so soft and her breath tasted sweet. I could no longer resist nature.
I pulled Etta closer, picking her up. She wrapped her legs around me. With our lips level with each other, my forked tongue slowly parted her lips to meet hers. Etta’s hands caressed the back of my head as they held me to her. My whole body tingled unlike anything I’d felt before and my knees were getting weak. Walking over to my little corner, still kissing Etta passionately, I delicately placed Etta onto the floor. I laid my body off to the side of her, not wanting to hurt her. Holding my weight with one arm, I stroked her cheek with the other hand until it tangled in the back of her hair.
My black claws shadowed against Etta’s creamy olive skin. The contrast should have snapped me back into reality, but the tingling in my body and the warm sweetness of Etta’s breath kept me engrossed in the moment. Etta began to pull her magenta T-shirt up. I quickly grabbed her hand, stopping her. My loins already ached with every kiss, but my heart wouldn’t allow me to push Etta that far whether she wanted it or not.
“What’s wrong? Isn’t this what you wanted?” Etta searched my face for an answer. She was eager to please me. I would have loved to take such a ripe young girl, but I couldn’t.
“That is a major decision with many severe consequences if not thought through, Etta.”
For months, I had annoyed Etta by trying to peep in on her while showering or changing her clothes, but that’s all it was, just my way of trying to get her attention so I could run her out of the house. This was an entirely different situation. Etta pulled herself from under me and wrapped her arms around her knees. I’d made her self-conscious even though it hadn’t been my intention. I may be a monster who feeds off of hatred and fear, but I wasn’t a rapist, nor would I take advantage of a girl who didn’t fully understand the repercussions of such a decision.
“Etta, it’s not that I do not want you in that way, trust me. I’ve fantasized about it, but it is not a simple choice you make in the heat of the moment. Giving me permission to enter you is giving me your soul and by that, you are damning yourself to Hell. The life you know now would end.”
“Then my soul belongs to Alastor?” Concern came over Etta’s face. She thought she already damned her soul. My first instinct insisted I go with my carnal urges. If she already believed herself as damned then I could take her now and she wouldn’t be the wiser. Not only would it release the sexual frustration I’d suffered from for the past five hundred years, it would bind her to me for all eternity. She could never leave my side and I would never have to let her go. But, the look of worry on her face told me that was an existence she didn’t truly want.
“No. He took your innocence from you. You never gave him permission, so therefore your soul remains yours. But trust me, having any Demon own your soul is something you don’t want.”
“But what if I want you to? I don’t understand why, but when you’re around I get this feeling that I know you. I feel safe with you. And when you’re not around, you’re all I think about.” Her words were music to my ears, but a teenage mind could easily warp their feelings. For all I knew, it was just a phase. She could just have a crush on me because I was the ultimate “bad boy” and once she had me in the palm of her hand, she would throw me away.