I pressed my back closer to his chest, wanting to feel that heartbeat against my skin. His arms around me tightened, yet he was still asleep because of his calm heartbeat.

It wasn't sunny outside today, just perfect. The birds were quiet, as if they didn't have any song to sing. It was all a beautiful day, but not completely. The bastard behind me wasn't contributing to today's beauty.

I rubbed my bottom against his lower half and a low, warning hiss vibrated from behind me. Yes, a reaction! I did it again, a determined grin playing on my lips as my eyes shone with excitement.

"What do you want?" he whispered sleepily, his arms around my waist becoming tighter. I shivered, loving his sleepy voice. Is there ever a time that Sebastian isn't alluring? Apparently not.

"I'm bored! And hungry! And bored!" I whined, rubbing against him more.

He suddenly flipped us around, with him pinning me underneath him. "Oh, I am liking this now." I purred and rubbed myself against him. His body trembled a little and he closed his eyes, taking very deep breaths.

When he opened his eyes, I froze and stopped rubbing against him. His eyes had drifted to their ice blue, almost very light silver colour. His inviting lips had turned into a sinister smirk and his hands gripped my hands above my head tightly, pinning them onto the bed effortlessly.

My soul's whispers picked up and had gotten louder at the same time that I started struggling under him. "Let me go." I whispered cautiously.

He snickered lightly, but it was bone-chilling. He moved one hand towards the hem of my singlet and without wasting time, he slid it off me. It stopped around my elbows because he was holding my wrists, so he didn't want to move.

I hissed threateningly, my fangs bared at him and my eyes flashing to their very light, almost glowing gold. "Stop it. Get off me!" I thrashed underneath him, but the jerk had pressed his body closer to mine. I didn't want to be around him when he was like that. It didn't settle well with me.

His eyes eyed my half-naked chest lustfully, and then he licked his lips. He leaned his head down, and he began placing kisses on my stomach and up to my neck, taking his time and moving at a leisurely pace. I continued thrashing, but then I stopped when I felt his sharp fangs poking my belly.

"Stop struggling." he commanded. My left eye twitched and my soul began warning me not to do it. I kicked my legs around and wiggled harshly from side to side, wanting to show him a piece of my mind.

"Get off, you moron! You command me?! You seriously command ME?! Get the hell off me!" I hissed, the sound echoing in his room as I felt my fangs lengthen and my eye turn to their deadly silver colour.

I winced when he tightened his hands on my wrists and I swear I felt my bones press together painfully. I bit my lower lip, not wanting to whimper or let a defeated sound out.

"What?" he smirked, moving down to kiss my jaw. "What happened?" he was mocking me, teasing me and wanting me to lash out at him.

His lips moved towards my lips, but I refused to let him kiss me. As his lips became a few millimetres away from my own, I whipped my head to the left, giving him my cheek. He moved his head to my lips again, and this time I whipped my head to the right side, giving him my other cheek. I continued doing that each time he reached for my lips, and I was aware of his slipping patience.

After a few times, he hissed with irritation and pierced his fangs into my neck ruthlessly. I groaned in displeasure, trying to push him away from me using my chest. His fangs dug deeper, and I let out a pained gasp.

He enjoys the taste of my blood, he likes it.

I felt his free hand move towards my bare right thigh, slowly moving up towards my female part. My eyes expand and I stop breathing unconsciously, knowing what he was going to do and hating the fact that I had slept in my underwear last night.

His hand was getting closer, and I began squirming underneath him, causing his fangs to pierce deeper into me. I ignored the pain, and focused on his violating hand.

"Stop your hand." I whispered to him, but he ignored me and continued taking my blood slowly. "Remove your hand, Slade!" I screamed.

His fangs sank even further, and he seemed as if he wasn't pleased with my tone and words. Okay, time to step up our game.

"Sebastian." I moaned, rubbing against him. He stopped drinking my blood, his hand on my thigh stopped and he pulled his fangs out of me.

"Say it again." he whispered, cleaning his bite. It's working, I knew it. I bit my lips, preventing my smirk and I sighed his name again as I rubbed against him.

"Sebastian."

He hissed playfully, and I fought so hard to not do the same. His hand on my right thigh began moving up again, and my soul stopped her warning whispers for a while before she commenced.

"No." I rushed, "Don't touch me there. Stop it." I was panicking by now. I hated the fact that Sebastian was the only one who could make me feel what I did not want to feel. Excitement, anticipation, want, joy, panic and worst of all... fear.

"No?" he mocked. "Why is that?" his smirk was still there and that evil glint in his eyes told me to think twice about what I wanted to say.

I gulped. "No one has ever touched me there. Touch me anywhere but there." I whispered lowly, hoping he'd understand. When I mess around with my preys, I forbid them from touching me there. I make sure we get straight to the point.

He chuckled and I snapped my eyes at him, worried. "Too bad. It just so happens that I want to touch you wherever I desire." his hand moved to the top of my inner thigh, stroking just below my lower half.

I arched my back, closing my eyes with hate and untold rage. "Stop it. Don't." I gritted through my teeth.

He smirked before he began placing kisses on my stomach and slowly going down. He was getting dangerously close to where I didn't want him to go, and that was increasing the panic in me. He was getting closer— frighteningly closer.

I wanted to thrash around, but I realised if I do that I'd only urge him to go on. Every nerve in my body had stopped functioning when his hand moved towards the hem of my underwear.

"No!" I screamed. "Don't do it! Stop it, please!"

I froze, and my eyes widened automatically, my struggles ceasing. Did I seriously just say... please? Did I just plead?!

"Say it again." he smirked widely, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"No." I hissed, eyes glaring and teeth exposed.

He chuckled, moving his hand towards the hem of my underwear again.

"No, please, stop!" I rushed, feeling my body tremble. "Please." I whispered, unable to look him in the eyes.

He moved his hand away from my underwear, his smirk softening slightly. My chest was rising up and down rapidly, and my soul was screaming angrily. She didn't like him forcing me to plead. She didn't like him forcing me into anything.

I waited until his eyes drifted back to their normal night black colour. He looked at me, his expression unreadable yet I could tell he regretted what he had done just a little. I took a deep breath, preparing myself for what I was going to do.

I pulled my right leg to my chest as I was laid on the bed. His eyes immediately dropped to my exposed bottom thigh and I took his distraction as an invitation. I slammed my right foot against his chest, pushing with all my strength and watching as he flew away from me. He landed on the ground, on his feet, and looked at me with shock.

I quickly sat up, rubbing my sore wrists before I super-speeded to his door. "Son of a Witch." I snarled, and wasted no time in slamming his door and hiding in my sacred room— the electronics' room.

It's been a while now, and I've been watching movies nonstop. I was watching some romantic movie, my lap filled with food that would cause diabetes to humans. Good thing I'm a Vampire.

"Oh, now we're talking." I grinned and munched on my popcorn as a really good scene came on. The guy had grabbed the girl's wrist and spun her around, smashing her to his chest. They were in the library— typical. The gorgeous beast loved the girl to bits but she didn't. I was so frustrated with her, I sometimes threw popcorn at the T.V because of her stupid actions and decisions. Honestly, has she no brain?

"Kiss me." the gorgeous beast said with his husky voice that made me turn into jelly. He wasn't a beast. He was a lean, muscular guy that had ruffled black hair with beautiful dark brown eyes. Oh my hell, my mouth is watering. His name is Matthew and he is just— I can't even find a word to describe it.

"That's what he said!" I screamed as I ate more of my popcorn, grinning like a fool.

The girl looked at his lips, her body shaking with fear from him. She shook her head, wanting to get away from the delicious piece of meat.

"Oh my Hell, just freaking kiss him already!" I screamed bitterly, throwing some of my butter popcorn at the T.V screen. Their lips were getting closer as Matthew gripped the back of her head, wanting to just taste her lips.

"No." Nana, the girl in the movie, whispered as she tried to push him away.

"YES!" I shouted, sitting on the edge of the couch and waiting impatiently. "Now, KISS!" I squealed. Put a good movie with a really gorgeous guy and I am a squealing mess. He was just so delicious looking— someone I'd want to devour right now.

"For the love of Devil, hurry the flying cows up!"

She kept pushing onto his chest as his lust-filled brown eyes stared at her lips. He was gripping onto her neck and making sure she wouldn't move away.

"Mat—" as soon as Nana opened her lips to say something, Matthew slammed his lips against hers quickly.

I squealed so loud I was sure the entire nation must have heard me. "Oh my Hell! About time! Get it, Matthew!" I squealed, rolling onto the couch and squeezing myself together.

The kiss got heated, and Nana finally allowed Matthew's arms to tighten around her and pull her closer. My mouth opened in shock, my eyes widening. "Oh, you go girl!" I said excitedly, fanning my face with both hands.

"Ah, I need someone to kiss right now." I said breathlessly. I drew a breath dramatically when Matthew took his shirt off, showing those lick-able muscles that were hiding underneath his shirt.

"Hold up! HOLD UP!" I shrieked, not able to contain my feelings any longer. I fanned myself more as I watched him walk the girl backwards until she was pinned against the bookshelves. Oh my, things are getting hot here, I thought, fanning myself more.

Breaking the kiss for a while, Matthew took the initiative to lift Nana's shirt up, leaving her in her bra and jeans. He lifted her thighs and wrapped them around his yummy waist before he placed his lips against hers again.

"Stop!" I switched the T.V screen off immediately, feeling my soul's whispers louden. "That's freaking bad for my health! I want Matthew, too!" I whined and drank the can of coke greedily, desperately attempting to calm myself down. That Matthew was just— Agh!

I got out of the electronics' room and paid attention to Sebastian's scent. He was in his study room. I skipped peacefully there, hoping he was in the mood. If he wasn't I'd just get him in the mood.

I stepped into the room without knocking and I looked around. Where's Matth— Devil, I mean Sebastian? I noticed him sitting down behind his large, wooden office desk, looking over papers and recording things calmly yet his movements somehow looked harsh and sharp.

His nose twitched a little, as if he had just noticed me in the room. He snapped his head up to me, and he looked slightly crossed. Okay, who wet his bed now? His face looked calm, yet his jaw was locked tightly and his eyes were hard.

"Yo." I greeted, lifting my eyebrows up before letting them back down. "What's up?"

"Did Matthew satisfy you?" he snapped as though the words were poison to him.

I tilted my head to the side, not understanding what he was on about. "What are you..." I trailed, trying to think about his words. Did Matthew satisfy me?

I couldn't help but laugh out loud once I got what he was saying. I closed my eyes, feeling tears form in them. Once I composed myself, I rubbed my tears away with a finger and then smirked at Sebastian.

"Silly Sebby." I walked closer to him, smirking even more as I saw his eyes drop to my swaying hips. I walked over to his wooden table and moved some of his things aside before sitting on the table. I leaned down towards him and went for his ear, whispering seductively in it, "The only one who can satisfy me..." I paused, licking the shell of his ear. "Is you."

I gasped, feeling the air get knocked out of me as I was suddenly pinned against the table with Sebastian on top of me. Oh, I've never been pinned against a wooden table before.

Sebastian's night black eyes were filled with lust and his defined chest was rising up and down. I had just noticed that he had a hand gripping my neck softly, which he is using to keep me pinned down. I also realised that my chest was rising and falling quickly as I was breathing heavily.

"That was so sexy, Jewel." he breathed huskily.I giggled, liking the way my name seemed to roll easily from his tongue. Then something clicked into my mind.

"Boys call me sexy

And I don't care what they say

See, every time I turn around

They're screaming my name." I sang seductively, and then giggled lowly. I am aware that I've changed a few words, but it didn't matter.

Sebastian groaned, leaning his lips down to place slow, passionate kisses on my jaw and said, "The only one who can call you sexy is me. Don't pay any attention to those little boys."

"You know," I began, closing my eyes and wrapping my hands around his warm neck. "I've never done it on a table before. I want you to be my first."

"I'm not copulating with you." he smirked against my jaw, his hand moving to play with my hair.

"But I want you!" I whined, my lips forming a pout. The way he played with my hair was relaxing— nice. I don't understand him. I don't understand why he is so nice to me.

"Doesn't sound like it to me." he teased, kissing my jawline and then going up to kiss my cheek. I frowned. He was being sweet— too sweet. I didn't like it.

"Sebastian!" I whined again, tightening my arms around his neck. "I want you to touch me." I murmured through my pouted lips.

Sebastian laughed lowly, pulling back to gaze down at me but his hand was still playing with my hair, and the other was now massaging my neck— he better not apply pressure. "What am I doing, then?"

I cried out childly, arching my body towards him and baring my fangs flirtatiously.

"You're throwing yourself at me, you know that?" he moved to my neck again, this time leaving small kisses, and then he upgraded his game. He let his warm hands inside my singlet, caressing my hips and going up to my chest. I arched towards him, keeping my eyes closed.

He was so warm, and his heartbeat was so nice.

"I bet countless women have thrown themselves at you. You're used to it." I couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed at that fact. He must have slept with so many women before. Who wouldn't throw herself at him? If not his looks, then definitely his gentle attitude— even though it irritated me.

"Yes, countless women have thrown themselves at me, and countless women have gone to bed with me." he pulled back again, this time his serious eyes staring into my eyes. "But I only want you. I like it when you throw yourself at me. I like it when you go to bed with me. I like it when you touch me."

He was looking at me gently— lovingly. Why does he insist on doing that?

"I only pay attention to you. I only have eyes for you." he narrowed his eyes at me, his features darkening a little. "The fact that you overlook all of this and continue having other men in your head boils my blood— it doesn't settle well with me. I know I'm selfish, but I want you all to myself. I don't want anyone else to have you, because you're the only one my lonely heart desires."

I stared at him quietly, my eyes focused on him. He's lived for a long time— he's a Slade, he's been around since the beginning of time— and to have him say that I'm the only one his heart desires is a big deal. He must have been with so many women in his lifetime, yet he only wants me.

"I know you don't want me to feel anything for you and I know you don't feel anything towards me, but..." his eyes moved away, breaking the contact we had and with a very small voice, he uttered, "I can't ignore my feelings, Jewel. I'm a Pureblood. I just can't change my feelings."

He has a heart, that's why he can't change his feelings.

"That's why, Jewel, I can't sleep with you." he was beginning to push himself away from me, his warmth and heartbeat leaving me. "I promised that I'd only sleep with you as long as I force myself to forget my feelings towards you. But I couldn't do it."

He was insane. He was insane and crazy if he thought I would just let go of him like that. So it's okay for him to decide when to want me, but I can't? That's not happening.

I didn't know how, but I was able to flip the both of us so that I was straddling his waist with my hands supporting me up on his toned chest.

"Whether you forget your feelings or not, I do not care." I hissed, anger suddenly rising in me. He was about to say something, but I narrowed my eyes and curled my upper lip, exposing my sharp fangs. "Your touch is the only thing I want, the only thing my soul and I desire." my fangs were elongating, and I was trying my best to retract them. I was so angry at him at the moment.

"You say I'm yours?" I lean down to the point that our noses brush and our lips are only millimetres away from each other. My expression was hard and cold and my voice was harsh. There was no I way I was letting him back out just like that.