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Love Witnessed by Love Written
“Draven!” I shouted, giving him this as his only warning before I launched myself at him. I ran to him and threw my body into his own, one that was barely ready and in doing so it forced him back a step. Then, I wrapped my arms around him as far as they would go thanks to his wide frame and held my cheek to his chest as I breathed him in. I could feel his soft chuckle vibrate against my body as he encased me in his arms, ones that had no problems holding all of me to him.
“Miss me, little one?” he teased after reaching down to tip my head back, so I could look up at him. By the Gods, he looked handsome. His hair had been pushed back, half contained by a tightly wrapped black ribbon tied into a knot. This made his strong features all the more striking and I found I couldn’t help myself from reaching up and running the pad of my thumb over his perfect lips.
I ended up tracing along the smile my actions brought him, and I felt him grip my side and pull me harder to his body.
“I can’t believe you did all this for me,” I told him, and he leant his head down to increase the intensity of his response, when he whispered fervently,
“I would do anything for you.”
And I hated to admit this to myself, but the only thing in that moment I wanted to say was ‘even if that meant you might hurt me, would you stay?’ but I already knew the answer to that, which was why I was so scared.
After all, it had happened once before.
But I didn’t say that. Nor did I give any clue as to where my thoughts were leading me, hand in hand with my biggest fear.
I saw Draven look up and nod to Sophia who was still behind me. I looked back at her and saw her nod silently in return before descending the stairs, leaving us to have our moment. Draven soon brought my attention back to him as I felt his finger hook under my chin again.
“By the Gods, you’re beautiful.” I gave him a small shy smile in return and knew I was blushing. The second I felt it bloom across my cheeks I heard him groan, knowing that he too hadn’t missed it.
“Blushing in my arms only makes me want to discover just how far that flushed skin has travelled to,” he told me on a lust fuelled growl and bending enough so that he could bite my cheek, holding the flesh there just before the point of pain.
“Draven.” His name left me on a whispered breath, one I didn’t yet know if it was said in a plea for more or less.
“What my love, what do you ask of me?” he answered in that demonic purr that was the complete opposite of the demon in him that now terrified me.
“I…I…don’t know,” I admitted, now feeling more breathless at the sight of him.
“I know what you need…always!” he said before crushing his lips to mine for an all-consuming kiss. I reached up to grab him to me in a possessive way from a fear that he would leave, and his response was a rumble of approval. He held me to him, banding an arm around my waist as he picked me up, so he could walk with me without breaking our connection. His other hand was in my hair and the second I felt his fingers getting closer to the mark on my neck I pulled back panting.
“My ravished queen, my utter perfection,” he told me as he continued to walk me backwards, after gathering up my skirts and tossing them to one side so that he wouldn’t step on them. Then I quickly found a wall at my back and before I knew what was happening his teeth were at my throat. However, he didn’t bite me and the fist that suddenly made me jump as it punched against the wall next to me, was testament to how much restraint he was battling against.
“By the Gods, what it is you do to me!” he told me looking tortured, prompting me to place a palm against his cheek. He leaned into my touch as if feeding from it and after taking a deep breath he started to calm the pounding in his heart.
“Just one look at you and my heart aches with desire to have you and make you mine again and again.” I bit my lip feeling the tears welling up in sight of such love, and it nearly broke my heart knowing what I was keeping from him.
“Oh honey,” I whispered, burying my head into his neck before I could become overwhelmed into telling him everything. Even the sound of me calling him this had an effect on him, as I felt his body shuddering against mine when holding me tighter.
“I want to steal you away,” he admitted, making me giggle into his neck before telling him.
“You can’t do that, we have a party to get to…a party you threw for me, remember?” I said making him groan in frustration this time.
“Yes, and remind me again why I did that?” he said pretending to sound exasperated making me laugh again.
“Because you love me, remember.” Hearing this, he dropped his fake annoyance and instantly grinned down at me.
“Besides, we may not have now, but we a whole lot of later…naked later,” I teased waggling my eyebrows at him in what I knew was a comical fashion, as he burst out laughing.
“Mmm, yes indeed and then it will be your turn to show me just how much you love me in return,” he teased back with a sexy bad ass grin, one that always made me turn to putty in his hands.
“Challenge totally accepted,” I said with a cheeky grin and a sneaky lip bite, his not mine this time. Then he let me slide down the length of him until I was back steady on my feet.
“Now, I do believe you owe me a medieval date, Mr Draven,” I said holding out my arm for him as if I was the gentleman. He looked down at me and, with a shake of his head and a chuckle, he took my hand and rested it inside his arm. He was just taking the first steps towards the sweeping staircase that led below when I pulled back, as now I had only just noticed what he was wearing.
“Keira?” he questioned, but I had stopped dead and was just staring at him like a piece of man candy I need to suck and lick all over. Holy heaven and Hot as Hell, Jesus he was stunning!
“Gods Draven, what are you trying to do to a girl.”
“I am afraid I am not following,” he said, clearly confused by my behaviour. So, what did I do, I decided that snorting at him would be just as sexy as the sight in front of me. Then I added to this a wave of my hand up and down his body and a very uncool,
“Uh huh, okay,” ending with a giggle.
He decided that coming closer might help me get my wits together enough to explain, but in the end all I did was stare and concentrate on trying not to drool. He was wearing a high collared long black jacket, which was embroidered with deep purple thread. The wide design framed the centre of the jacket either side the opening, with embellished leaves folding back in on themselves and around the silver buttons on one side that ran down the full length of the jacket. The other side the same thread created a piping effect around the eyelets the buttons would fit into.
However, I was glad to see him wearing this open as it gave me a wonderful view of his large torso encased in a tight waistcoat, the same material as the centre of my dress. To this he added a black shirt, black cravat and blackwith high leather boots.
And he was stunning.
“By the Gods, you’re handsome.” The whispered confession broke free before I could say anything different and his wide eyes proved he heard it no matter how quietly it had been spoken.
In fact, he looked like some fairy tale prince just stepped out of a fantasy book and into real life, finding me here staring at him. Actually, I started to notice that I was staring at him so much and in such a way that he started to look slightly uncomfortable…and oh my God, was that a blush I could see?!
“Keira I…”
“Oh my God, are you blushing?!” I shouted getting excited by the fact. He suddenly straightened his shoulders a little as if shocked and stated way too firmly for it not to be true,
“No…No I am not.” I laughed once and said,
“You so are!”
“Keira…” he started to say my name in warning, but there was no way I was stopping with my teasing now, not when he enjoyed playing with me so much. No, it was time for a little pay back.
“Draven, seriously just the sight of you, I am finding it hard to breathe here,” I said putting a hand to my chest and taking a large breath as if to prove my point. Of course, all of this was true, being around Draven looking almost painfully handsome was one hell of a sight to behold and it did often make it hard for me to breathe. He rolled his eyes as if he didn’t believe me, which made me take this to the next level.
“Do you not know what it is you do to me, what your delicious body does to me?” I asked him after taking the few remaining steps closer, so I could run my hands up over his jacket to his shoulders. He looked down at me with shock and it was only now that I started to realise, that like with lovely pet names, I had never really told Draven very often how sexy I find him. Well yes, I often showed him just what he did to me, but tell him?
Well, from the looks of his expression I obviously didn’t do it enough, as he was definitely surprised and hearing your wife telling you how sexy she finds you should never come as a surprise. I don’t know why I’d never thought about this till now. Maybe it was because of how Draven was and always portrayed himself. Not being so arrogant as to already know how sexy he is, but more carrying himself with such confidence, I always just assumed he knew without words.
“Is that so, my little Queen?” he hummed now, looking very pleased. I bit my bottom lip and nodded my head whilst making a ‘Uh huh mmm’ sound.
“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I would say you are flirting with your King,” he teased, and I now decided to up the ante when I took his hand in mine and raised one of his fingers to my mouth to nibble on. This action was another that surprised him as he raised his eyebrows at me.
“I am, but tell me my King, is that a punishable offence?” I asked purring the words ‘My King’ and making him groan, although that could have also been the fact that I was now taking his whole finger in my mouth and sucking on it, re-enacting what I would rather be doing to another part of his anatomy.
At first, he looked lost for words and the powerplay that was currently tipped in my favour was near intoxicating. When he growled down at me I smiled around his finger before letting it go with a wet pop.
“You push me, little one,” he said, growling down at me after yanking me hard to him and I swear this made my lower regions spasm with excitement. Then, as if I knew the exact words it would take to get his patience to snap, I raised up on my toes and whispered,
“Or you could push into me with your big one.” The second his eyes flashed into purple fire I knew I had him and instead of words, a demonic snarl was sounded in their place as my only warning before he bent, and I was suddenly over his shoulder. I let out a squeal in shock, granting me another grumble from his demon side, one I hoped still liked playing with me and was far from the demon my nightmares had recently shown me.
I pushed up against Draven’s back to see him doing something that I couldn’t make out until I noticed his phone by his ear.
“We will be delayed,” he said in a stern and gruff voice, one thick with his obvious lust. I squirmed on his shoulder making him growl a one worded threat,
“Behave.” I swear I giggled making whoever was still on the phone to laugh.
“An hour, maybe two if she continues to misbehave,” Draven replied obviously to the ‘how long’ question that was asked. I felt his hand grip my thigh painfully for a second as if to drive his point home and I suddenly squeaked out,
“One! One hour!” This made him chuckle.
“Please tell me that was your sister on the phone?” I asked after he hung up. He didn’t answer me but just squeezed my leg again and started to walk faster, with more urgency. Then, when Draven came to a divide in the hallway, he seemed at odds with himself on where to take me. It was almost as if he wanted to go one way but knew if he did, he wouldn’t be getting exactly what he wanted. I don’t know how I knew this, maybe it was just because I knew him that well, or maybe it was the way he growled before turning away from where I knew he really wanted to go.
“Draven?” I questioned as I still hung over his back.
“I do not have the time to take you how I want to, and if I take you back there, then we will not be leaving again until dawn.” He growled this confession and I couldn’t help but look down the hallway we were walking away from, now wondering where it was he really wanted to take me. Finally, we came to another staircase and instead of taking the stairs he simply vaulted over the banister to the echoing sounds of my frightened scream.
“Draven!” I shouted as I slapped his ass in reprimand for scaring me. He didn’t even flinch but instead stormed through his home like a man on a mission, until a pair of double doors I knew well stood in front of us.
The Library.
He reared back a little before kicking the doors open in his rush to have me inside. Then, just as he started walking inside, he pulled me back over his shoulder gripping me around the waist and holding me there, so I was level with his face. I wrapped my hands around his neck and held on as he walked us across the room with purpose.
“What if someone comes in?” I whispered in his ear making him stop momentarily.
“What door?” he asked in a stern way that spoke of that fine thread that was close to snapping. I frowned, not understanding the question. This was until I looked behind him in time to see that, with a mere flick of his wrist, the panelled wall next to the door started to expand, pushing its way across the door until it consumed it. It didn’t take me long before a quick scan of the place told me there was no other way in, or out for that matter.
“I’m sure you could have gotten away with just locking it?” I teased. He turned his head my way, so he could look at me when he said,
“Yes, I could have, but then again, any lock can be unlocked but take away the door then there is less chance of being granted entrance…”
“Or escape,” I added much to his amusement as he repeated my words with a heated whisper,
“Yes, or escape.”
After this he walked me backwards through the opulent and aged space and I had to wonder right then and there, how many of these books held words of love like the ones we were about to display to the written word?
The room was as you would have expected to find in a castle such as this, showcasing the wealth of Draven’s history. With its beautiful crown moulded ceiling that was a series of cut out squares, each showing a floral design with oval pictures in the centres of a golden lion holding a sabre, with the sun at his back. Of course, I had seen this symbol a few times during my trip to the past, so it surprised me to see it here in his very Scottish castle.
But as I looked around the room, these weren’t the only hints into the past, as the parts of the walls that weren’t floor to ceiling books, were decorated with tapestries of war. Roman soldiers marching to a war against Persia with Draven’s men on horseback with their arrows taut and ready to fly at the approaching enemy.
The rest of the room held other references to history, like massive model ships encased in glass. These done with such detail, you could almost hear the crashing waves of the sea against the bow and hear the cries of its Captain as he commanded his men.
Marble busts on carved wooden plinths stood as bodiless guards to the two large fireplaces in the room and plump Chinese style vases illuminated the space with the lamps fitted with modern day bulbs were dotted about the room. Rugs added deep rich reds, burnt oranges, subtle creams and even a hint of navy blue to the dark mahogany panelled walls, thanks to the ancient Persian designs.
The rest of the colour was created by its many book spines covering the heavy wooden shelves that lined the spaces in between objects of interest. Like the shining old globe that looked to be almost begging fingertips to spin its sphere. I even found myself wondering if there was a decanter of age old whisky hidden inside, but with Draven’s body still backing me up into one of the bookshelves I didn’t ponder the Earth for long.
I felt the hard leather spines dig into my own as Draven gripped my behind and hoisted me up and at the same time nodding to a sideboard. I yelped as I heard the smash of pottery as it hit the ground, thanks to its disappearing surface. This was because it was suddenly sliding along the floor at speed until soon the narrow serving cupboard was underneath me, so Draven could lower me to the lacquered wood.
Then he gathered my hands in both of his to raise them over my head in a painfully slow way and doing so by never taking his intense purple gaze from me. I looked up to see my wrists shackled in his large hands as he held them to the lip of the shelf above me.
“Draven?” I whispered his name in question as he started to transfer them both into one, holding me with ease where he wanted me.
“I have wanted to fuck you in a library ever since that day,” he said in a demonic purr as his hand travelled slowly down my arm, gathering back the large sleeve of my medieval style dress, making it bare for his touch. But his discovery didn’t stop there. He continued on along my shoulder and down my neck where his hand came to rest at my throat as he shackled a more vulnerable part of me, one that made me shudder against him.
“Since I…?” I started to say my question, one that was quickly stopped when he asserted some pressure on the column of my throat before releasing it just as quickly, telling me,
“Since the day you teased my cock, little vixen.”
“I don’t remember it that way,” I told him, adding a bite to my reply with the tone in which it was said.
“No? Then pray tell my sweetest one, which of us was it that nearly begged for the other to take pity?” Draven asked me with a raise of his eyebrow and I couldn’t help but be transported back to that day that seemed so long ago. Another heart-breaking lifetime in fact. It was when Draven and I were no longer together, and I worked in the library. Of course, it had been as far away from working at Afterlife as you could have got and that’s not just including the fact my wages had been pretty much a quarter of what Draven paid me. But it had served its purpose in both helping me get out of the house and stop moping around, as Libby called it, and getting my mind off Draven by keeping me busy.
But then, of course, came the day he infiltrated my private sanctuary and he did it in such a way, I had ended up being only a hair’s breadth away from kissing him. And this, after a sworn vow never to kiss him ever again for as long as I lived. A vow that had lasted not even twenty-four hours after first seeing him. Looking back, I even remembered the way he seemed to be blushing when I first told him of my new job, and now after what he just said, could this really be a fantasy of his?
I also knew that before I became myself again after the Hexad cult, we had shared a beautiful night together in his library at Afterlife. And little did he know it at the time, but it was to be his last night with me as Katie before I was given my memories back. But for me and Draven, well then, this was a first and no doubt considering how long we had together, would hopefully be a first of many.
“Okay, so you begged me to take pity, but that was for being cute Draven, I was hardly ripping my top off, baring my naked breasts to you and saying, ‘take me I’m yours’ with Jane Austin at my back!” I said on a laugh, but I knew the second he looked down at my heaving bust line that I had lost him to other thoughts.
“Mmm, speaking of which…” he said granting me a grin. Then he hooked his fingers inside my cleavage and just before he could rip my dress off I tensed, strained my neck up and said,
“Wait!” I was actually surprised when he did stop and listen.
“Please don’t rip my dress, I like this one.” He smirked down at me, given that he was still taller than me even with the added height from the sideboard my backside was resting on.
“Alright little beauty, I have other means to free those bountiful gifts for me to feast upon.” This was his only warning when he gripped the bottom of the corseted part of my dress before giving it a yank, making it slip further down my torso. Thankfully, it was tight enough that it didn’t move much but it was enough for Draven to gather my breasts up so that most of them were now spilling over the top, overflowing into his hand. The second he pinched one of my nipples into a hard peak I threw my head back and let out a moan in pleasure. Then he moved to the other one and did the same, making me release an even deeper moan this time, yanking to free my hands as I did. However, he didn’t release me but just held me in a firmer grip, adding to the intensity of it all.
“Oh, how I wanted to lift up your legs, wrap them around me and thrust into you, just before a word of protest could be uttered from your nervous, bitten lips,” he said before swooping down to bite said lips, as if needing to add to the memory with a moment of truth.
“How I wanted to hear you moan my name as I took you to greater heights when chasing your release. To hear you beg it of me, so that I may gain back my control over you…” he said pausing to kiss along my neck, taking little bites along the way before continuing on with his confession.
“…So, that I might own you once more, as was my right. For you are mine now, and as you were even then…so say it…say it for me.” Draven was quickly losing sight of his control and I knew this when his eyes grew darker with the purple ring around the iris turning to flames of red. So, I did the only thing I knew I could do, and that was try and give him what he needed and in doing so, hoping to tame the beast.
I wished my hands were free, so I may have added my touch to the words, but in the end all I could do was lean closer to him and whisper my vow over his lips.
“I am yours, now and always,” I told him and the satisfaction I received when I saw his eyes seep back to purple made me want to howl in triumph. This had been something he needed to hear after this confessed hardship, one I knew was harder for him to live through seeing as he was forced to see me in the arms of another. I remember thinking, when I saw him that first time after so long, how relieved I had been to find him alone without some supernatural beauty on his arm.
“Mine… now and forever,” he whispered before crushing his lips to mine, so he could taste the sexual moan he brought to life with his kiss. I felt him reach down with his free hand as he gathered up all my skirt, lifting it so he could get to my bare skin. The second his fingertips made contact with my soaked panties we both sucked in a breath. I felt as though with that one touch he was igniting my senses and heating my core, making that tight bundle of nerves throb with need.
“You’re soaked for me?” he asked, making me blush after he swiped his fingers over the lace and then brought them back to his lips to taste. I decided that, despite my shyness, I would give him the truth, so I leaned closer to him and told him,
“Around you my husband, I always am.” This was enough to snap his control as he suddenly let go of my hand and gripped the back of my knees to yank my backside to the very edge of the sideboard.
A startled yelp later and he ripped off my panties and with a yank of his breeches he entered me in one beautifully brutal thrust. I threw my head back and cried out my pleasure, not caring that I hit the back of my head on years of literature.
I felt myself building the second he made contact, with that warmth that seems to spread throughout your entire body travelling all around me, as I felt myself close to coming undone. Like hands of pleasure were slowly crawling their way up from your toes at the same time making their way down your spine and the second they would finally meet, would be an explosion of sensation.
“Gods!” Draven hissed as he too seemed to be fighting with himself the second he could feel I was near. I gripped onto his shoulders and started trying to peel his jacket back so that I could feel more of him. He soon got the hint as he shrugged out of his jacket with my help and then let the expensive item drop to the floor.
Now, if I thought the sight of him in the jacket was sexy, this was something else entirely. I was near panting at seeing him with just his white shirt and tight fitted waistcoat straining against the movements of his massive muscles beneath the material. This combined with feeling breathless thanks to how he powered into me with such passion, he was like a man possessed.
I could feel myself on the edge just about to tip over when he suddenly grabbed my hands from exploring his body, once more so he could keep me imprisoned against the bookshelf. Now, with my hands once again shackled, he swooped down to my neck and plunged his fangs into my flesh and at the same time thrust into me to the hilt. I cried out my orgasm, screaming up to the ceiling as he roared out his own around my bloody flesh. I felt my own fangs lengthen because of it and I bit into my lip as my body still rode the wave of euphoria. I could still feel my insides quivering around him as he too shuddered against my inner walls, coating them with his seed.
Then, after licking my neck and sealing the wound, he pulled back and with my blood still coating his lips, he grinned down at me with that bad to the bone sexy grin and said the sexiest words anyone could ever hear in a library…
“By the Gods, how I love fucking my little librarian and making her scream for me.”