My parents exchange worried glances and we ride the rest of the way in silence. I am what I am; there’s no denying the inevitable anymore. I’m not like them. I was not made for this world. The closer I am to Dorian, the closer I am to ascension, the more powerful I feel. There’s no bridging the gap now. As much as I love them, I now realize that they are only my mortal family- a temporary fixture to create the façade of a normal girl. But I am anything but normal. I am the epitome of all that is taboo in their world.
***
Though I have finals, studying and my last week of work to keep me busy, it seems as if I can’t focus on anything other than missing Dorian. Phone calls, text messages and quick kisses during my break at work do nothing to satisfy my craving for him. I need to hold him, smell him. Feel him.
By Wednesday, I am nearly writhing with my overwhelming need for him. It’s near midnight, I’ve stashed my textbooks for the evening, and I’m trying desperately to get some sleep. Every time I begin to doze off, I slip into a vivid dream that results in me jolting awake, leaving the space between my legs throbbing and wet.
Finally I flick on my bedside lamp and reach for my phone. Could Dorian still be awake? Of course he is. Just hearing his voice would soothe me; it always does. Yet I don’t want him to think I’m totally desperate and helpless. I sigh and toss my cell back on my dresser. No. I have to get through this; I have to get used to not having him around all the time. He’s trying to practice restraint. Having me around, breathing me in so often will kill me. I need to stop playing Russian Roulette with my life.
I reach for the remote to my television and turn it on, flicking mindlessly through the channels. Seems like everything either reminds me of him or makes my mind wander into dark territory. Every song on the radio does the same. Dorian completely fills every corner of my mind.
“Ugh! Dorian, why can’t you just be here?” I whine into my pillow, giving it a frustrated punch.
“Be careful what you wish for, little girl,” a silky baritone mutters.
Startled, I look up instantly, my eyes searching for the source of the phantom voice. There, in the corner of my bedroom, shrouded in the shadows, stands my love. Dorian. Dissipating wisps of dark vapors surround him, and I can see his azure eyes gleaming brightly in the midst of the darkness. He is here. He has heard my cry. Has felt my yearn for him.
“Dorian,” I breathe. My eyes are wide with excitement and my heart beats furiously in anticipation.
In the next instant, he’s beside me, sitting on my childhood bed. Having him here arouses me. I’ve never had a guy in my room, supernatural or not. I can’t resist; I crush my body against his, practically straddling his lap in my oversized t-shirt and pink panties. Dorian instantly reciprocates, palming my behind as our mouths and tongues unite. God, I’ve missed him. It’s more than that; I’ve ached for him.
“How did you get here? What about the wards?” I ask suddenly.
“Yes, those,” he smirks. “They only ward off those who wish to hurt you. I must admit, I could not penetrate them at first, not until I was certain that I would not kill you.”
I stare at him questioningly, the hint of a frown on my face. “So when did you decide that?”
“I think a part of me always knew I couldn’t. But I wouldn’t admit it to myself. I still fought against the unknown emotions because I didn’t understand them. But now…I can’t fight anymore. I want you- all of you. I want to own every part of you.”
I look up at the man I love, the Warlock who has risked everything for me. I just want to give him all of me. I want him to know just how deep my love flows. I rejoin our mouths, pressing my aching breasts against his chest and grind my sex into his lap. In turn, Dorian grips handfuls of my backside, pulling me deeper into his erection restricted only by his dark grey slacks. I grip the hard mounds of muscle of his shoulders as I begin a slow, erotic dance, the lace of my panties causing delicious friction.
“Do you think you can be quiet?” he asks breathlessly, pulling his head up from mine momentarily. I give him a doubtful expression. I lose all control when I am with him. That kind of pleasure cannot be muted. “I can fix that,” he says raising his index finger.
“No!” I whisper loudly. “No, I don’t want you to. I want the thrill of feeling you with the chance of getting caught,” I say slyly.
Dorian chuckles and shakes his head. “You naughty little girl. I believe I’ve created a monster.”
“Or just unleashed the one that’s always been there.”
And with that, I push him back onto my bed and show him just how incredibly much I’ve craved him until the wee hours of the morning.