Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

“No! Absolutely not.” He stopped her within a flash, standing before her right at the door, blocking her passage out of the kitchen.

Why did he have to be so damn fast! Now she couldn’t run into the bedroom and locked the door, while she cried and ordered a ride to get a hell out of this place.

All these was hurting her way too much and she was scared that if she stayed here for too long, her tough guy facade would come crumbling down in seconds.

‘Hang on, Ivy. Just a little longer. You have to get out of this as a bad bitch and that wout happen if he sees that this is hurting you!’ she mentally noted to herself.

“We are not kids, Ivy. We are not going to let a minor misunderstanding drive a wedge between us, when we can just talk it out and get it over with.” He sighed, getting frustrated. “By the Blood, I’m too old for this. We are talking things damn straight right now!”

“Now you want to talk things ‘damn straight’, uhn?” She scoffed. “Alright then, what do you have to say, Ancient one?”

The tension in his shoulders lessened and he nodded lightly.

“I’m a vampire, Ivy.” He stated, like as if that piece of information was something she had no knowledge of before. “… and I have cravings. Needs.”

She scoffed again, raising an eyebrow at him in annoyance.

“So you have cravings to have sex with numerous partners? Honestly, an open relationship is alright, I’m just not down for that right now. Maybe you can find someone else who is.”

“What–no? Ivy, just let me talk.”

“I don’t think you have anything useful to say to me,” she said, grunting as she started making futile attempts to push him out of her way. “If you did, you would have said it by–”

“I have a serious craving for your blood,” he cut her off, his cold voice seeping right into her ear.

She took a step away from him immediately, feeling absolutely stunned.

“It’s getting serious everytime,” he continued, determined to let it all out. Keeping it a secret had been nothing but trouble anyways. “Almost uncontrollable.”

She gulped, finding herself frozen to a spot.

“For how long?” She managed to ask.

Even she was surprised by how firm her question sounded. Right now, she was feeling anything but firm.

He raised his fingers to his forehead, massaging his temples.

“Since the first time I saw you and knew that you could be mine, but those days it wasn’t on the raise like this.”

She took in a deep breath, trying to steady herself and clear her mind.

It was an absolute necessity to be logical right now, she couldn’t risk being otherwise.

When she was done, she said, “I still don’t see how that is related to,” she paused, trying to find an appropriate word before giving up and just going with, “everything!”

“You know I said I wanted to keep this relationship as human as possible,” he said slowly, his voice firm and serious.

“Yes.”

“Well,” his burning gaze shifted from her face, down to her neck. Intent, unwavering. “It made me skip some things that my kind would normally do.”

Ivy could not help the fear that pumped into her veins at that statement. Her hands flew to get neck, covering that spot where his gaze had decided to fix itself upon, in a sought of protection as different thoughts ran through her mind.

What was that thing that his Kind normally did that he skipped.

There were many things that she could think of. He hadn’t imprinted on her yet, that was one. What if it was something she wasn’t really paying attention to.

Oh, no.

Without thinking, she blurted out,

“Killing me won’t–”

“By the Blood, no!” He shook a step forward and she took an immediate step back, making him stop immediately. “I won’t kill you, Ivy. Pease, stop making these ridiculous assumptions.”

That was ridiculous, even she knew it, but her mind was a jumbled mess at the moment and she couldn’t control how paranoid it was getting by the second.

So she shrugged, dropping her hand from her neck.

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“You are my Potential,” he said with a low intimate voice, moving closer to her. ” It means I crave you in every way.”

This wasn’t the first time he was telling her that, but somehow, him telling her this once again made her feel one kind of way.

Ivy didn’t move, she stared back at him, telling herself mentally that it was Chris and he couldn’t hurt her.

She was his Potential.

So when he finally stood right in front of her, she didn’t step away, all she did was look right up at him.

“I crave for your soul,”

His hand raised slowly to a side of her face. A tingling feeling crossed through her veins at his cold touch. She clenched her hands by her sides, standing her ground firmly.

She wasn’t about to just forgive him without an explanation just because he touched her face.

She was stronger than that.

“I crave for you body.”

Claws glided down slowly to one side of her neck, grazing lightly, ensuring not to draw blood or hurt her in the slightest.

She gulped, her hands aching already as she tightened them into fists again. Her lips parting lightly in a silent gasp, as she forced her eyes to remain open.

He was doing something to her, she couldn’t tell what, but she found herself getting lost in it.

It must be the bond they share, driving her senses and turning her to mush.

It wasn’t helping that she was staring into those brown beautiful eyes of his that always held her at his mercy.

She wanted to look away, to regain the control that she could feel was slipping fast through her fingers but she just couldn’t.

“I crave for your blood,” he said in a near whisper.

His hand dropped from her neck and she whined internally at the loss of his touch, but she didn’t have to miss him for too long because in the next moment, he was burying his nose at the crock of her neck, breathing her in, before raising up to look into her twinkling dazed eyes.

“You intoxicate me.”