Seven
Varena wakes groggy and unsure, wondering if she just sold her soul to the devil. She sees Raphaim staring at her and finds she is unable to look at him.
“You will need to drink to replenish your strength. I am thankful for your gift Rena.” Shaking her head, she finds her legs are weak and her mouth is dry.
“I’m so tired, how long did I sleep?” she questions him.
“Two days,” came his reply.
“What! How much did you take?” she asks looking at her arm. “I’m sorry. It was freely given” she tells him. “I’m just surprised, that’s all.” She moves to the wall where she finds a pitcher of water, and plate of food. Eating quickly, she drinks and drinks. He feels comforted as he watches her move around. This new found peace between them makes the days and nights tolerable.
“Raphaim, share my food and water,” she offers at the wall, unsure if he will accept it from her.
As he moves closer to her, he hears her heart accelerate. “I will not harm you, nor take what you do not freely offer me, Varena. You are safe for now.” He reaches through and takes an apple and sits to enjoy it. Pausing mid bite, he tilts his head and listens intently. The guards are talking about Varena’s fate.
“If she is pregnant with his seed, she must die!” one says.
“It’s only a matter of time before she is, then she must die anyway. We should never have helped Tieran in the first place” the other says.
As the women approach they take the food, and fill the water with poison. Then they move off to enjoy some free time with each girl. Raphaim slips to shadow, and moves through the door. Easy enough to fix he thinks; he kicks the jug and moves back in. The guard’s shift changes and the new guard returns to find the jug of water dumped and he hurries off to refill it. His master was specific; she was to be cared for until they know whether she carries his child. No one defies the master. Satisfied for now, Raphaim moves back into his cell and begins pacing.
“Raphaim, I would ask a favor of you?” she says wringing her shaking hands.
Turning his head he pierces her with his black eyes. As she watches him move around, Varena is afraid to ask him, afraid his answer will be yes.
“Will you help me as you did Tieran?” The widening of his eyes shows his shock, then anger.
“I thought you were stronger than that, Watcher?” he spits at her.
Raising her fist at him she screams, “I will not be a mother to his spawn! You have the power to free me from this hell, save me!” she pleads.
“Is that all you see when you look at me?” Glaring at her he says “Fear not, you do not carry his seed. Varena, I heard only one heart beat when I tasted you.” Turning away, he continues his pacing.
“Please, you have the power. Set me free. I can’t do this anymore.” she begs him. “It is only a matter of time till I do end up in his bed again. I would rather die at your hand than his.”
“Careful what you wish for, REEENA. I am Shadow. That has not changed,” he says, unable to look at her.
“Name your price, demon. Did you not like the taste of me in your mouth?” she asks seductively. Standing before him in the dark, she pulls her dress over her head, baring her naked body to his eyes. The thought of his mouth on her again, makes her heart beat faster. Her body is lean, strong and beautiful. In a blink he is through the wall, standing before her. His teeth lengthen and he leans in. Just before his mouth takes hers, he shifts from the weak shell of the demon back to the strong angelic demon that is his true form.
Lifting her naked body against his, he sheds his clothes and takes what she offers. His mouth takes hers in a hot dance as he brands her. She meets heat with heat, wanting to experience every second, to have true intimacy just once before she dies. He wants to savor this moment with her, but his need is too great. He feels as if he has waited lifetimes to possess her. Lifting her higher, he sinks inside her and revels in the tight feel of her around him. Scraping his teeth over her nipple he smiles as she tightens around him and he begins pumping into her. Sucking the pink tip in his mouth, he feels her hands tangle in his hair and watches as she throws her head back moaning in pleasure. Her moan is long and low, and she struggles to breathe as he forces her over the edge. Mindlessly, she follows the rhythm he sets only to growl in frustration when he drops her to the hot floor.
Staring up into his black eyes, she catches her breath as he pulls out of her, and begins exploring her body with his hot tongue. His long black hair traces down her body as he moves lower, nipping and biting, then bathing the bite with a kiss. Reaching the soft curls below, he feels her begin to panic.
“NO, Raphaim,” she cries and tries to scoot away, but he holds her in place.
“Easy, Rena, trust me?” he asks looking up at her.
Here is a gift she can give him, her trust. She relaxes and gives what he needs. Varena struggles
