*this story is an outtake from my novel “the Lovely Forsaken” the scene does not appear in the book but I loved it so much that I decided to post it here. I hope everyone enjoys it!* I watched in terror as Daniel leaned over me and pressed his cold lips to mine. In shock I could not prevent his tongue from entering my mouth and it was an automatic reaction to let my own twirl around his. I would be lying if I said I didn’t want him. I had wanted him since that night in the woods when he had fed on me and we had given in to a mutual desire. But it was wrong, I knew for sure now that Daniel had to be behind Jakes disappearance. Daniel was undoubtedly evil if he was willing to kill my boyfriend for a chance with me, which forced me to remember my thoughts from months earlier. All vampires were evil. Daniel pulled away. His normally green eyes had turned a vibrant red. Even if his eyes hadn’t had changed colors I would have known he was horny, it was clear when your pants were as tight as his. “No.” I whisper although I could already feel the wetness of my sex. Daniel smiled showing his fangs. I instantly wanted them to be buried deep within me. I wanted to feel his lips upon my flesh. I had to stop my train of escort avcılar thought, I had no clue if Daniel was reading my mind or not. Daniel gently moved his hand over the skin of my face, letting his clear, claw like nails run over my cheeks. He seemed pleased with himself and I watched in alarm as his full blown smile turned into a devilish smirk. “Do you honestly believe you refusing me will make me return him?” he asked. I was surprised yet again. Daniel was admitting to his crimes! “What did you do with him?” I asked but my words were caught up in a gasp. Daniels hands had found their way to my breast and he played with my nipples through my shirt passively, as if he didn’t really seem to care that he was doing it. If it hadn’t been for the smirk on his face and the arrogant look in his eyes I would have believed it was unintentional. “Courtney,” he whispered into my ear. “He’s gone, does it really matter what I did to him?” I wanted to feel hurt, I wanted to feel betrayed. Instead I felt nothing but lust. Daniels body was pressed against mine. My legs were open and he rested between them. If our clothes had already been removed I was sure his cock could reach me. I felt defeated. escort bahçesehir It took all that I had not to beg Daniel. I kept imagining the first and last time we had been together. The way his cock felt inside of me, the pure bliss that I felt when he had fucked me. The more I thought about it the more I wanted it. Surly there had to be something wrong with me, to want to fuck the person who may have killed my boyfriend. Daniel sat up. His once shaggy hair had begun to grow out and now almost completely obscured his face from this angle. Still I could tell he was studying me. He gazed between my open legs, up my short blue jean skirt. I’m sure he could see that my white panties were soaked and I knew him well enough that this would bring him more pleasure than having me. I thought of closing my legs, of sitting up and shielding that area from his view, but the problem with all of this was the fact that I wanted him to see it. I wanted him to know that I wanted him without having to say the words out loud. He reached out and slowly began to pull my panties away from me. Gradually he worked them up my legs, and then off of me completely. “I’ve already won.” He said as he dropped beylikdüzü escort my panties onto the floor next to his bed. “Just admit it. What would it be like if Jake were here now? Don’t you think he would notice the way you look at me? Don’t you think he wouldn’t pick up on your reoccurring thoughts of us? He would know you want me and don’t you think that would hurt him?” he asked as if he cared. “I made things easier for us.” I wanted to tell Daniel that if he had obeyed the rules and had never fed on me in the first place there would be no us. It was against their laws to take a human who belonged to someone else, especially in your own nest. But had that stopped Daniel? No, in fact it seemed like it might have driven him to extremes, the type of extremes that often ended someone’s life. “Just tell me, is he alive?” I could only see Daniels right eye but in it I saw a flash of frustration, then it soften. “He is.” I felt my body relax and my guilt lessen. At least Daniel wasn’t a killer, I thought. Maybe even he had boundary that he refused to cross. And what were my boundaries? What should I do? I did have feelings for Daniel both sexual and emotional but he had gained them by taking away the one thing in my life that had mattered. He had manipulated me, yet I couldn’t change my mind about him. I couldn’t make myself want him any less. Daniel had patiently waited for me to finish thinking and when my eyes yet again settled on the bulge in his pants he returned to my lips.