Chapter Fifteen
Dorian
I was honestly going to leave; I had too much shit to do.
But the look on her face had me sitting down, wanting to touch those lips that smiled at the thought of me staying.
If I stayed, I would get to be inside her body again.
It was probably twenty minutes that I debated leaving. Being here in the moment quieted all the buzzing thoughts in my head. She’d been a balm to me before, and right now I was good with that.
The movie was boring, and I’d never seen it before. A troubled teen and a young woman of faith who was dying of cancer. She changed him, and they fell in love. Then she died.
Unrealistic.
I’d seen men change for women, sure. But the unrealistic part was the love between them. Once love died, there was nothing left but pain.
Esme started to stir, breaking up my thoughts from going down that dark section of memory lane.
She snuggled into the couch pillow she rested upon and continued to sleep peacefully. She really didn’t know who was in the room with her. The villain.
I stood to leave. She was no use to me asleep.
One last glance at her, and my doctor training kicked in. She was sleeping on her injured arm. If she continued to sleep like that, she would be in all sorts of pain when she woke up, possibly even getting thoracic outlet syndrome. I ran my hands down my face. I should leave her alone. She was taking up too much of my time even when I wasn’t around her.
But, I couldn’t leave her like that. The doctor in me refused.
Without waking her, I scooped her body up and walked her into her bedroom. As I was laying her down, those slender arms wrapped around my neck and pulled me down with her, her lips instantly connecting with mine.
I was surprised for a few seconds before giving in to her kiss and taking over.
There was no rushing, just feeling, which turned to a hungry devouring.
That slip of a nightgown she wore was gone, as were my clothes. I needed to feel her creamy skin against mine and slide inside her waiting core.
We didn’t speak, all just dancing tongues and hot kisses while our bodies connected, finding our release in each other.
Once we were done, she kissed me again, went to clean up herself, then crawled back into bed.
“You can go now if you want,” she mumbled against her pillow, and was out again.
I chuckled to myself. I thought I was going to be using her for her body, but tonight she turned the tables on me, using my body for her own pleasure.
Staying the night was tempting, but I had been needing to leave for two hours.
I got dressed and walked out her door, flashing back to the mansion as soon as her door closed behind me.
“Good, you’re back. I’m tired of waiting. This city is in chaos, now is the time to take control,” Ajax grunted while sitting on the couch. Monica was sitting on the other end.
The others were in their own rooms. They were quite the group of misfits.
“You’re not ready, but soon.”
“The fuck we aren’t.”
The small smile that had been on my face from Esme’s stunt was gone, and now I was annoyed. Before he could even blink, I was in front of him, hands around his neck, and then I flashed him to the wall. My grip was the only thing keeping his body up against the wall. He tried to pull my hand off his neck but like I had said before, he wasn’t ready. He needed to become one with his borrowed powers. Until then, we would wait. Seahill was going to destroy itself no matter what. Draco and his crew were powerless to stop that.
I pulled my fingers off of his neck, and he fell to the floor with a loud thunk.
