Drake.
They walked in uncomfortable silence. "Go through that door and you will find Master awaiting your arrival." Clack said, bowing and retreating from the room.
Nova thought his behavior odd, but shrugged it off. He was an imp, and had clearly been born odd. Stepping to the door, she opened it and saw Drake standing on the other side. She admired his hard body and chiseled face. Evil or not, there was no mistaking his blatant sexuality, the man/demon practically oozed sensual energy. Shaking her head, Nova put those thoughts to the back of her mind. He was still the enemy.
"I can see the struggle on your face, Nova love. Shall we wait until you decide whether to hit me or embrace me? Or can we get on with our walk? This day is exceptional, and I would like to enjoy it." Drake drawled in his sexy accent.
Nova's shoulders snapped back, and she marched through the door. "Oh, I'm coming. Not because you asked me to, but because I want to," she said petulantly. Realizing how childish she sounded, she didn't dare look at his face as she was sure he was laughing at her. Nothing, she decided, was going to ruin her chance to try to call her powers back to her, so she walked past him toward the back of the castle where the loch was located.
They walked for a bit before Drake spoke. "I'm not going to apologize for bringing you here." He said, sounding a bit petulant himself.
Nova to stopped short, "You're not going to apo-did I-you-ugh!" she sputtered. "I did not ask for, nor do I require an apology, demon." she said through clenched teeth.
Drake realized he was starting out all wrong. Reaching up to place his hands on her shoulders, he thought better of it and placed them back down to his sides. "What I meant was, I'm not sorry that I took you. You are a sight to behold when you are angry, when you smile and even when you sleep, little witch." he said seductively, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, unable to resist touching her.
Nova was drawn in by the bone melting sensuality in his voice. She leaned into his hand, and Drake, not being one to waste a good opportunity, moved in for a kiss. Slowly, he allowed his mouth to move over hers until he felt her lips become pliant. He dipped his tongue into her mouth, willing her to kiss him back. Gripping his biceps, she molded her body to his, feeling the length of him on her belly. Reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck, she delved her hands into his hair, gripping it tightly. Moving his mouth from her lips to her neck, Drake kissed his way to the curve of her breast above the tank top she wore. What the hell am I doing? Nova's mind screamed. She pushed off his chest and stood there breathing heavily, regaining her composure. As the fog lifted from her brain, she tried to find a way to break the sexual energy. One question tickled her mind. "You watch me sleep? What the hell are you? Some kind of demon voyeur?" She spat the words at him, chest heaving, and watched with regret as the lust faded from his eyes.
Feeling the loss of her soft lips, Drake rubbed his mouth with his fingertips before slowly answering. "I have observed you sleeping, not dressing or showering; I would hardly consider myself a voyeur. I am merely an observer." Drake grumbled. "Although you haven't been sleeping lately."
Nova was still reeling from his amazing kiss and ashamed at how close she had come to allowing him to have sex with her right out in the open, so she latched on to the anger she felt at being forced to be there. "You try being held prisoner and tell me how well you sleep." she said and began walking again.
"I stopped sleeping regularly centuries ago. Demon lords are needed to keep control of the Underworld, as problems arise with regular frequency there." he said, with a hard note to his voice. The thought obviously annoyed him.
"Why not just call a spade a spade and say you control Hell, rather than tiptoeing around the word and saying 'Underworld'" she said sarcastically,
They walked in uncomfortable silence. "Go through that door and you will find Master awaiting your arrival." Clack said, bowing and retreating from the room.
Nova thought his behavior odd, but shrugged it off. He was an imp, and had clearly been born odd. Stepping to the door, she opened it and saw Drake standing on the other side. She admired his hard body and chiseled face. Evil or not, there was no mistaking his blatant sexuality, the man/demon practically oozed sensual energy. Shaking her head, Nova put those thoughts to the back of her mind. He was still the enemy.
"I can see the struggle on your face, Nova love. Shall we wait until you decide whether to hit me or embrace me? Or can we get on with our walk? This day is exceptional, and I would like to enjoy it." Drake drawled in his sexy accent.
Nova's shoulders snapped back, and she marched through the door. "Oh, I'm coming. Not because you asked me to, but because I want to," she said petulantly. Realizing how childish she sounded, she didn't dare look at his face as she was sure he was laughing at her. Nothing, she decided, was going to ruin her chance to try to call her powers back to her, so she walked past him toward the back of the castle where the loch was located.
They walked for a bit before Drake spoke. "I'm not going to apologize for bringing you here." He said, sounding a bit petulant himself.
Nova to stopped short, "You're not going to apo-did I-you-ugh!" she sputtered. "I did not ask for, nor do I require an apology, demon." she said through clenched teeth.
Drake realized he was starting out all wrong. Reaching up to place his hands on her shoulders, he thought better of it and placed them back down to his sides. "What I meant was, I'm not sorry that I took you. You are a sight to behold when you are angry, when you smile and even when you sleep, little witch." he said seductively, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, unable to resist touching her.
Nova was drawn in by the bone melting sensuality in his voice. She leaned into his hand, and Drake, not being one to waste a good opportunity, moved in for a kiss. Slowly, he allowed his mouth to move over hers until he felt her lips become pliant. He dipped his tongue into her mouth, willing her to kiss him back. Gripping his biceps, she molded her body to his, feeling the length of him on her belly. Reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck, she delved her hands into his hair, gripping it tightly. Moving his mouth from her lips to her neck, Drake kissed his way to the curve of her breast above the tank top she wore. What the hell am I doing? Nova's mind screamed. She pushed off his chest and stood there breathing heavily, regaining her composure. As the fog lifted from her brain, she tried to find a way to break the sexual energy. One question tickled her mind. "You watch me sleep? What the hell are you? Some kind of demon voyeur?" She spat the words at him, chest heaving, and watched with regret as the lust faded from his eyes.
Feeling the loss of her soft lips, Drake rubbed his mouth with his fingertips before slowly answering. "I have observed you sleeping, not dressing or showering; I would hardly consider myself a voyeur. I am merely an observer." Drake grumbled. "Although you haven't been sleeping lately."
Nova was still reeling from his amazing kiss and ashamed at how close she had come to allowing him to have sex with her right out in the open, so she latched on to the anger she felt at being forced to be there. "You try being held prisoner and tell me how well you sleep." she said and began walking again.
"I stopped sleeping regularly centuries ago. Demon lords are needed to keep control of the Underworld, as problems arise with regular frequency there." he said, with a hard note to his voice. The thought obviously annoyed him.
"Why not just call a spade a spade and say you control Hell, rather than tiptoeing around the word and saying 'Underworld'" she said sarcastically,
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