The blood was warm. It spilled over his legs. She was certain every time she looked at that green bench that she would remember both scenes: love and death. The curse of being human.
“No more nightmares. Peace at last,” he murmured. She knew this was folly, but he was trying to kill off his own passion.
Claire could feel Daniel’s pain as he relived those hollow, sex-filled days. But she also picked up how much he missed the excitement and unpredictability of this woman. Audray was a complete distraction, consuming his thoughts. His desire for Audray came from a place of need, a true addiction. Claire blushed frequently at his thoughts, she did not view his appetite as being healthy. She could not remember a charge being so tormented.
Claire leaned over and laid her hand over his forehead and eyes, not quite touching. Warmth radiated up to her fingertips. She rubbed her thumb back and forth over her first two fingers, producing sparkles of dust, which fell to his face and on his closed eyes. He succumbed to a dreamless, deep sleep.
She smiled at the sight of his uncovered chest. She held her hand above it, feeling the warmth, and moved closer, looking at the delicate black hairs leading down below his waist. His pajama bottoms had slid low, revealing a flat stomach with two delicious veins extending below. Her hands warmed and her fingers tingled. This was a new sensation, this tiny charge of electricity passing from his massive upper torso and traveling up her arms. He smiled, as though responding to her gaze, which caught her breath up short. The smile faded.
Claire laid her head on the pillow next to him to wait for other signs of a dream, but doubted it would be tonight. Next time, she would try to give him some color, something other than the vision of his own blood or the blonde he could no longer have.
It would be morning in a couple of hours. She stretched her arms and legs, just inches from his sleeping frame. His breath in her face was delicious. She was glad she never slept. This meant she had at least two, maybe three, hours of this Heaven on earth before Daniel’s normal routine took over.
Claire searched her feelings. Her desire to heal him remained strong and true. She knew she could do it, even with all the dark dreams. It was his passion she wasn’t sure about. Although it was uncharted waters, and perhaps a bit dangerous, her confidence lifted her.
Her search for adventure lifted her higher still.
When sunlight first began pouring into the window over Daniel’s bed, Claire watched Daniel pull the sheet over his head to protect his eyes. At last, she felt him surface and become fully conscious.
Claire held her breath as he sauntered to the bathroom and dropped his silk pajama bottoms. His smooth bottom was slightly whiter than his muscular thighs. His back rippled with definition she had never seen before on a man. An urge to run her hand over those smooth cheeks and press herself into his bronzed shoulders left her no choice but to get up and follow her eyes. She stood barely an inch behind him to see if she could feel the warmth of his flesh, and found she could. The nipples of her breasts twisted in little knots under her white gown.
He stepped into the shower, lathering up with that spicy citrus soap he’d used last night. It tweaked her nose, making her sneeze. She leaned against the bathroom wall, doing her deep breathing exercises, but found it difficult to resist the temptation of removing her gown and joining him. She had never experienced such a sensual attraction to a human charge. She was sure she would be breaking so many rules this time around.
Anything of value carries with it great risk. Father had told her that. There was always danger when she was learning new things about humans.
And it was exactly why she loved being Guardian above all else. Perhaps above the calling as Mother described it. It felt more like a pulling, an attraction. An irresistible urge to what?
To
“No more nightmares. Peace at last,” he murmured. She knew this was folly, but he was trying to kill off his own passion.
Claire could feel Daniel’s pain as he relived those hollow, sex-filled days. But she also picked up how much he missed the excitement and unpredictability of this woman. Audray was a complete distraction, consuming his thoughts. His desire for Audray came from a place of need, a true addiction. Claire blushed frequently at his thoughts, she did not view his appetite as being healthy. She could not remember a charge being so tormented.
Claire leaned over and laid her hand over his forehead and eyes, not quite touching. Warmth radiated up to her fingertips. She rubbed her thumb back and forth over her first two fingers, producing sparkles of dust, which fell to his face and on his closed eyes. He succumbed to a dreamless, deep sleep.
She smiled at the sight of his uncovered chest. She held her hand above it, feeling the warmth, and moved closer, looking at the delicate black hairs leading down below his waist. His pajama bottoms had slid low, revealing a flat stomach with two delicious veins extending below. Her hands warmed and her fingers tingled. This was a new sensation, this tiny charge of electricity passing from his massive upper torso and traveling up her arms. He smiled, as though responding to her gaze, which caught her breath up short. The smile faded.
Claire laid her head on the pillow next to him to wait for other signs of a dream, but doubted it would be tonight. Next time, she would try to give him some color, something other than the vision of his own blood or the blonde he could no longer have.
It would be morning in a couple of hours. She stretched her arms and legs, just inches from his sleeping frame. His breath in her face was delicious. She was glad she never slept. This meant she had at least two, maybe three, hours of this Heaven on earth before Daniel’s normal routine took over.
Claire searched her feelings. Her desire to heal him remained strong and true. She knew she could do it, even with all the dark dreams. It was his passion she wasn’t sure about. Although it was uncharted waters, and perhaps a bit dangerous, her confidence lifted her.
Her search for adventure lifted her higher still.
When sunlight first began pouring into the window over Daniel’s bed, Claire watched Daniel pull the sheet over his head to protect his eyes. At last, she felt him surface and become fully conscious.
Claire held her breath as he sauntered to the bathroom and dropped his silk pajama bottoms. His smooth bottom was slightly whiter than his muscular thighs. His back rippled with definition she had never seen before on a man. An urge to run her hand over those smooth cheeks and press herself into his bronzed shoulders left her no choice but to get up and follow her eyes. She stood barely an inch behind him to see if she could feel the warmth of his flesh, and found she could. The nipples of her breasts twisted in little knots under her white gown.
He stepped into the shower, lathering up with that spicy citrus soap he’d used last night. It tweaked her nose, making her sneeze. She leaned against the bathroom wall, doing her deep breathing exercises, but found it difficult to resist the temptation of removing her gown and joining him. She had never experienced such a sensual attraction to a human charge. She was sure she would be breaking so many rules this time around.
Anything of value carries with it great risk. Father had told her that. There was always danger when she was learning new things about humans.
And it was exactly why she loved being Guardian above all else. Perhaps above the calling as Mother described it. It felt more like a pulling, an attraction. An irresistible urge to what?
To
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