Vampire, You Mean Douche.
My name is Jemima Collins, when I was eight my brother vanished never to be seen again until fifteen years later he reappears with a certain douche who should remain anonymous until spoken to. (Squishes ickle bug named Julian.) I hate Julian in all honesty he made me feel like an insane little girl with no life.
However I'll get my revenge. After all these hand cuffs aren't just for show.
"Mima." He whispers in my ear. Julian's fingers dancing across my fingers, images burning into my mind, an erotic fantasy that would never leave me be.
"You can feel it now." His arms steel bands around my waist holding my limp body against him. Fighting was futile. My body had other ideas however. Julian's touch seemed to provoke a reaction.
I arched into him, desire screaming his name crystal clear inside my mind.
"You've been denying yourself for far too long."
"Jules, please." I beg finally gaining some control. Enough that tears pricked my ears.
"Admit it then." A cool whisper of air drifts along my skin.
"Never." His blonde hair dusts my jaw as he places strategic kisses along my throat. Cool velvet a gentle whisper on my skin.
"God Julian please." I was gasping now. Each kiss sent darts of desire shooting through me. I was burning up and Julian knew that. "I feel it. I feel it all."
"Hmm, what was that?" He asks huskily, his chest vibrates against my back adding breathlessness to my problems.
"I feel for you." I admit my head falling forwards, just as he releases me. I scamper off the bed, facing him with my back up against the wall.
Julian lifts my chin up so that I can see into his molten mercury gaze that burned with desire he had made me feel. "You're mine now Jemima."