GIF CREDIT TO OWNWER __ SORRY FOR MISTAKES__ HOPE YOU LIKE PART 2 :)))
A week of being alone was starting to get to you, you thought you could hear things, see things and feel things. Creepy, spine chilling feelings that wouldn’t disappear. Like something was watching you or someone known as Luke Robert Hemmings. You had done your research on his smart ass, he was the son of the infomous demon William Blakeston the bastard that killed your Mother and Olivia Hemmings half fairy, half demon cross. It did expalin how Luke was so breath taking having a little fairy in you would do that.
"How did William die? No living creature knows how or what killed him…"
~hehehehehe~ whispered in the back of your head.
"A child’s laugher really?" you sighed laying back in your four poster bed.
Suddenly, two little creepy girls that looked like dolls appeared at the end of your bed, smiling covered in blood. Then they flashed away, making you shiver. “Luke just come out of the shadows..”
Luke then appeared in the center of your bedroom with an evil blood stained grin. “Princess” he nodded, flashing his eyes from blue to black then back again.
"T-Tha-" you tried to speak but were startled by the demon actually showing up.
"Yeah, yeah that’s not your name but I do like how you called me by mine though" he smiked at you creating one large dimple. Fuck, he got you. "So why did you call me in here, Y/N?"
"I-I didn’t think you would actually show up.."
"Well I did" he said crawling onto the bed next to you making you shuffle so far up you were practically sat on the pillows. Angrily he laughed. "You’re not scared of me, why pretend?"
He was right you weren’t affraid of him you were afraid of why you weren’t scared of him and Luke knew it but he wanted to act innocent. Luke could never be innocent.
"Look at me, Princess and answer my question."
"I’m not scared, I just don’t trust you."
For a moment he genuinely looked hurt then he flashed back to the demon glare as he laid on your bed propped up against the pillows. His baggy black vest and ripped skinny jeans standing out like a sore thumb against the floral bed sheets. “Don’t you want to know why I’ve stayed?”
"Not really" you lied.
Rolling his eyes he let out a short laugh, smelling the lie in your words.
"You amuse me, Y/N" he nodded turning on to his side "but that’s not the only reason I’m here, I came to tell you to stop looking into my fathers death. It’s not worth the hassel."
"No" you spat "I need to know he died in as much pain as my Mother."
"Trust me on this, I assure you he did. Probably, even more so."
There was an awkward slience as Luke made himself comfortable on your bed, while you were still sat in a ball. He knew he was making you uncomfortable so he rolled on his side to face you, proping his head up with his hand. Grinning evilly, as usual. As his eyes tavelled your body and face his fingers slowly crept up to the hem of your silk jumpsuit. Immediately you grabbed both of his hands and twisted them around his back, you were both on you knees in the middle of the bed with your head at the side of his. The freak started laughing.
"Don’t fucking touch me" you warned in a harsh whisper. Again he just laughed whilst sharply shrugging you off him and grabbing you by your arms before you fell off the bed. Smirking he placed most of his weight on top of you.
"You know you want me to, Princess. Especially, last week when we were.." he said as he slowly began to grind his crotch into yours, you bit you lip so the suprised moan couldn’t escape your lips making a short laugh leave his "I know you want me, Y/N. Imagine it, me a powerful demon" he said flashing his eyes black for a second "and you a Verita, the Princess."
You shook under him, trying to get him off of you. “Get off me, demon.”
"Y/n, y/n, y/n I’ve told you that’s not my name. So don’t call me it."
"Get off me" you repeated.
"Get off me, what?" he smiled not so sweetly.
"Get. Off. Me. Luke."
With that he got up and pulled you up with him. Unlike the natural grace both of your kind shared in your genes you accidentally hit off each other. Your chest pressed against his and heads practically nuzzled into eachothers necks. His breath was surprisingly cold but then again he wasn’t a warm hearted creature, you shivered at the fact. Luke on the other hand moved closer to feel your warmth. As you moved away his faced screwed and he shook his head avoiding your gaze, in that moment he looked as close to human as he could get.
"Thank you" you mumbled as you sat back down comfortably "Luke why are you here?"
Snapping back to reality Luke sat in front of you.
"To tell you to stop looking into my family… or else" he smirked staring in to your eyes. It actually made you laugh for a second.
"I can’t stop, I need revenge somehow. Don’t you of all creatures get that?"
"And you should have killed me by now but you haven’t" he replied ignoring your question.
"I know" you sighed "and I certainly shouldn’t be talking to a demon."
Anger rose in every fibre of Luke’s being as the word escaped your lips again. Black eyes staring back at you as you were suddenly slammed against the flowery wall of your room.
"Why? Because my kind refuses to change their nature and live by the rules set by the Verita’s? Because we’re from Hell we have to be the worst things imaginable? And if that’s true then why the fuck haven’t you killed me?” he snarled at you.
"It’s not my fault you hate what you are."
He moved you up to his level and slammed his lips against yours because he didn’t know how to handle that accusation. You knew you shouldn’t kiss back but you did, again. Wrapping your legs around his waist Luke held on to your ass to carry you back on to the bed. The kiss grew harder and harder, you were sure he drew blood on you but there was no pain because you had accidentally bit him instead. He smirked at you with black eyes as you pulled away in surprise at your own actions. With lips touching yours he whispered.
"I told you, you want me."
"Shut up and kiss me, freak."
With a growl you found yourself slammed into the mattress with Luke in between your legs, vigorously kissing your neck. However, his hands gently stroked down the silver silky material of your pyjama’s.
"Princess, Princess! We’re here" two familiar voices echoed behind the huge wooden doors of your room. "Can we come in?"