Anne tossed around in bed but she couldn’t sleep.
She was still seething in anger over what Mr. Daemon had done to her but that was not the main reason.
She felt strangely hot and uncomfortable.
Finally fed up with tossing around, she got out of bed in her silk nightgown and headed for the kitchen knowing a cup of warm milk would be of help.
She walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and took out a carton of milk.
She had to rummage about in the kitchen before she found a mug.
She poured a reasonable amount of milk into the mug before placing it in the microwave.
Anne decided to find some honey and proceeded to rummage the kitchen again, she searched through cabinets hoping to catch sight of a jar of honey but her hopes burned out after a few minutes.
She gives up , and decides to just drink the warm milk.
A gentle buzz filled the kitchen , Anne stared at the steam coming out of the milk through the glass while drumming her fingers on the kitchen counter.
The machine beeped, without hesitation she opens the door, smiling faintly at the milk, wrapping her hands around the handle, Anne noticed it was warm but not too hot just how she liked it.
She took out the milk then shut the door with a satisfied smile.
Unaware of the dark presence at the door , she took a seat on the upholstered leather counter stool taking a sip of her milk.
She licked off the residue of milk on her upper lip before taking another sip.
The figure perfectly blended into the shadows till it looked like a shadow itself.
It watched Anne for a few more minutes before dissolving into wisps of dark smoke.
As Anne was halfway done with the milk, footsteps emerged from the darkness behind her, the rhythm was calm and deliberate , echoing across the empty space as they closed the distance behind her.
She didn’t have to turn to know who it was, her lips stopped just a few centimeters from the edge of the mug.
The air suddenly grew heavier, charged with the unmistakable presence of a predator, the aura was so dark even darkness felt outshined.
” Are you raiding my fridge now too?” Daemon’s mocking tune made her roll her eyes .
She could dare to do so because her back was still turned to him.
“It’s not exactly raiding if it’s just warm milk” She drinks the little amount of milk left, got off the stool to rinse the mug.
“You wolfed down food meant for seven people” He sounded closer this time as she kept the mug after rinsing and drying it.
She turned to stare at him , her eyes brimmed with fire.
He was standing a few feet from her in a black night wear, the first three buttons of the shirt were open revealing his toned chest.
“You made me starve throughout the day, you’re lucky I didn’t eat you up along with the food”
“Is that supposed to be a threat kitten?. Kind of sounds like you’re promising me a good time” Daemon teased with a menacing smirk.
“Mr. Daemon , should you really be saying that?.” Anne crossed her hand below her breath with a deep scowl, she looked away from his toned chest her eyes seem to be fixed on the whole time.
As soon as her bottom rested on the surface, cold seeped in through her silk nightgown, spreading into the under of her thighs and her bottom.
She wondered what this man was up to, she rarely got any break from him ever since that night in the alley, what could he actually be planning this time?.
” Kitten, have you forgotten whose house you’re standing in?.
I can speak in whatever manner I wish.”
His palms rested on each side of Anne, caging her in with his massive body.
He brought his face closer but Anne’s glare remained unchanging.
Mischief danced in his eyes as he maintained his gaze on Anne’s green orbs.
Her pulse spiked and she became aware of how close he was standing.
I already hate whatever this man is up to.
That smirk of his is already a clear sign.
Even those pretty eyes of his are suspicious.
His face came even closer , Anne’s breath instinctively stopped, her heart thumped hard against her ribs.
“What are you thinking about kitten?” His lips now hovered above her left ear, for a man with such cold presence, Anne shivered slightly at his warm breath.
“N-Nothing” Her cheeks slowly began to heat up.
She placed her palms on his chest in an attempt to push him off but her arms suddenly felt like noodles.
Her warm body suddenly spiraled into an inferno.
Her breath became heavier.
She cursed the way her body reacted to him, despite every rational thought urging her to keep her distance.
What the hell is happening to me?
.
Daemon’s smirked turned into a smile as he softly bit on her ear lobe.
Another shiver ran through her.
She even pressed her thighs together.
He noticed and decided to tease her even more.
“What’s wrong kitten?, something bothering you?” Anne pushed at his chest again but it was useless, the man was built like a mountain, he wouldn’t even budge at all.
“N- Nothing’s wrong. I would like to go no– ahh” A moan escaped her as Daemon’s wicked mouth kissed her neck , while also biting it just a bit to tease her even further.
Anne slapped her palm to her mouth , she couldn’t believe she had just made a sound like that.
Her eyes grew wider than saucers at the thought of moaning like that. Get faster updates on g.com.
What was wrong with her?.
This man is going to be the death of me.
Quite literally and figuratively.
Her thoughts dissolve into nothing as he rains another set of kisses down her neck with, her hands which once pushed at his chest curled into small fists, her back arched slightly and her lashes fluttered as heat pooled in the low of her belly.
His lips rest on the skin where her cleavage was slightly exposed.
His lips still remained there teasing her but his eyes stared up at her , his wicked lips curled into a smirk against her skin.
Why is my body acting strange?.
I feel so hot all over.
God I feel like he can hear my pounding heart.
Another moan echoes in the silent kitchen, warmth blossomed deep inside her, spreading through the pit of her stomach.
Her nipples hardened, rubbing against the silky material, it sent a different kind a pleasure racking through her.
Daemon who has initially come down to stop Zeldris who is his half brother from approaching his kitchen, couldn’t help but take a small bite out of this small woman.
She looked too sexy in that night gown which barely passed her knee.
She was already seducing him without even trying.
His lips latched to her hardened nipple and an even louder moan found it’s way out of her mouth.
His hands went to her thigh trying to gently push them apart.
He took his lip off her taut buds, a little patch formed on her nightgown.
Anne was a little far gone to notice anything but pleasure from Daemon’s lips.
He stared at her face, her lids drifted close, her lips slightly parted , and her unguarded face.
The feral kitten he always saw faded away, replaced by the vulnerable woman before him.
Daemon froze when his gaze travelled down, he saw something glow beneath her night gown on the side of her waist.
His eyes widen for a split second unaware to Anne.
He narrowed his eyes at the spot, the blurry pattern beneath was familiar.
Too familiar…
It’s impossible!.
How could she carry the mark?!.
His lips move to her ear again but not to seduce her this time.
“Sleep” Immediately, Anne goes limp in his arms, her head rests on his broad shoulder, his hands hold her waist to keep her steady.
He glares into space wondering how on earth it was possible that she was bearing such mark.