Page 89 of The Fallen
It was a weak way to get information, but if he would only answer. I was dying to understand any of what was happening, namely what the hell was standing inside my room.
"I know."
The whispered words nearly made me jump, but a moment after the shock of actually getting words out of the creature, it occurred to me that it was just a normal voice. Just like the normal hand.
It didn't seem like he was going to tell me his name, so I went on.
"What are you?" I asked.
There was another long silence, this time with no answer forthcoming.
"Are you a demon?" I asked. "Or a ghost, or--"
"Demon."
A shiver passed through me.
That had been what I was leaning toward. A demon. Great. And he was fixated on me. I could only imagine what my estranged church-going relatives would think of that.
But fuck them, they were estranged because I believed in equal love for all. Even literal demons might need a hug sometimes...
With that train of thought, I couldn't help but ask, "Are you lonely? Is that why you keep coming here?"
There was another pause and then, he nodded and stepped toward me.
Fuck.
I was properly conscious this time. I could run away. I probably should. screaming.
but I didn't move until he was standing over me again, looking down at me from inside that hood.
"Are you planning on touching me again?" I asked, voice trembling not entirely with fear. When he nodded, I couldn't even deny the small shiver of excitement that shot down to my balls.
"Oh, I guess that's okay," I muttered. "If you want to, you can do what you did yesterday."
Damn, I was really that thirsty apparently, giving the creepy stalker demon the go-ahead. I didn't care though as he reached out, placing that warm hand on my chest. For a moment, he rested it there as though just feeling my heartbeat.
"So alive," he whispered and if I wasn't mistaken, that was wonder in his voice.
I didn't know what to say to that.
"Are you not?"
He shook his head.
"Not like you. Not until you."
What the hell did that mean?
I didn't get the chance to ask because he threw the blanket off of me again, exposing me in my t-shirt and boxers before he began to feel me again.
It was just like yesterday, more exploratory than anything, but with a sensual edge. He liked my body, apparently. Or maybe he just liked that I wasalive, as he'd so aptly put it. Either way, just like yesterday, it felt better than it should.
My eyes fluttered shut when his palms grazed my nipples. He paused there, warming them with his hand then feeling the hard nubs long enough that I couldn't hold back a gasp. My hips bucked a little, despite myself and his head turned, watching in what could only be fascination.
Tentatively, he stroked down my belly until he reached my cock.
I held still, so very still, afraid that I might scare him off and it occurred to me that his actions reminded me of the few timesI'd hooked up with inexperienced guys and girls. Tentative, but curious and eager.
