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Disclaimer: I am not Christine Feehan, nor do I own her or her works. I just really like her books. ^_^ Calamity is my own creation. Though I did borrow her name from history... ^_-

Dark Passion

A Dark Series FanFic

by: Fiona Fairhame
Chapter 6
I would much rather stay here and make love with you, little one.
His sexy smile fills her with flaming hot desire. As would I, she replies, but I can not live on love alone. I do need food. Despite her protestations, her body turns to liquid flame as his hot, possessive gaze sweeps her body. “Stop looking at me like that.”
I cannot help it, my love. My body, heart, and soul crave you at all times. I must have you often, preferably many times a day. I burn for you, always you, only you.
“Oh, my,” she breathes. The depths of his affection and desire surprise her. Closer examination of her own feelings reveal they are just as strong. As I do for you, love. The admission surprises her, the intensity of her feelings astounding. They have known each other less than a full day. Her stomach rumbles impatiently, reminding her of her need to eat. If I did not have to eat, I would be happy just staying in bed with you all day. The fact remains that I need to eat. “Let's get dressed,” she whispers. Before my body overrules my head... Again.
Sorting through the pile of clothes, she finds only a pair of white cotton panties. Not the lacy blue pair she wore earlier. “Um, what happened to my panties? These aren't the ones I wore this morning.” The shorts feel a little off too. What the heck? They look like the shorts I wore earlier, but they don't feel quite right. These feel new. She gazes over at him, thinking, Did he create them?
He picks the image of her underwear out of her mind to create them instantly. His arm reaches down over the side of the bed, and comes back up holding the pictured panties. Do you mean these? he asks, smiling over at her. He could hear her thoughts, feel her sudden uncertainty of him, her fear of him and his possible abilities. Never be afraid of me, love. I could never hurt you. It would be like hurting myself.
“But where did these come from?” she inquires, afraid to hear his answer.
“I created them,” he whispers. “I am of the earth. It is one of our many powers to be able to create things made of all natural fibers.”
“Just what are you?” she asks, fear in her voice. “I know you said all that stuff about being Carpathian, but this is just plain weird,” she states, voice low. “The things you are saying sound like magic, which doesn't exist,” she asserts confidently.
Dominic laughs softly. She sounds so sure of herself, certain in her knowledge. “Magic does exist, little one. I have seen it in many forms throughout my long life. I know the things I say are difficult for you to accept, but please try to, for me, for us.” A tiny, hopefully unnoticed, compulsion accompanies his words. He wants her to stay with him, needs her to stay with him, but he knows she won't like being forced.
A small sigh escapes her slightly parted full lips. “I'll try. No promises, though.” She moves to climb over his legs in order to get off the bed and get dressed.
As her body passes over his legs, he sits up. His hands grab her small waist and pull her into his arms. Two fingers turn her chin so that she faces him. He looks deeply into her eyes. Stay with me, love. Don't ever leave me. I would be a danger to the whole world if you did.
“I have to go back to school in two months. You have a life here. We will have to part, for a while at least.” I really want to finish college.
Then I will follow you. I will not be parted from you. His resolve never wavers.
Her stomach rumbles loudly once again. “I have to eat,” she explains before pushing against the immovable wall of his chest with her small hands. “Can I get up, please? I need to get dressed. Unless, of course, you want me to go downstairs like this.” She smiles sultrily up at him.
Oh, no, you don't. I will not allow it.
His smug male arrogance grates on her nerves. “Do not presume to order me around. You don't control me, you don't own me.” I wish I'd known about his attitude beforehand. I would have controlled myself better. Damn medieval attitude.
His warm laughter flows over the both of them. You can no better control your desire for me than I can control mine for you. Our desire for each other will only increase as time goes on. I have lived for over a thousand years, it is only natural you find my attitude outdated. I am used to women obeying their men. I will have to adjust to your independent streak. I will try, my love. For you, for us, for the safety of the world, I will try.
I guess I can't ask for more than that. I do love you, even though your medieval attitude will drive me bonkers. Now, can I get up? I'm starving.
He leans down to kiss her waiting lips. Their passion sparks, bodies instantly heating, burning, melting against each other. Breathless, he breaks off the kiss. We must get up and get dressed before I lose all semblance of control.
He pauses briefly, before continuing, I would like to take you to meet Mikhail, the prince of my people, and Raven, his lifemate. You and Raven will have much to talk about, I am sure. She was once human as you are. She may be able to give you useful advice on how to deal with my medieval attitude, among other things.
His slow, sensual smile warms her from the inside out. “I like that idea,” she whispers, climbing out of his lap and off the bed. She quickly pulls on her clothes, putting her hair up to get it off her neck so she can cool off. Not that it will do much good with Dominic around to keep her heated.
I like that look, he drawls in her head, sending her a picture of how she looks in his eyes. How her full breasts thrust into the air invitingly, tempting him, making him want her even more. Her now erect nipples strain against the thin fabric of her shirt, tempting him even further. His body tightens, clenching with need, in response.
“Are you coming? If so, you should probably get dressed. I don't think everyone would appreciate seeing you in all your masculine glory,” she teases, smiling. A sudden surge of intense jealousy hits her, catching her by surprise. Nor do I want any other woman to see that magnificent body. She attempts to censure the thought before he hears it, before it fully forms; he does not need to get any more arrogant.
His smile widens at her thought. If it means so much to you, I'll get dressed. He stands up from the bed, and slowly gets dressed, smiling widely at her the whole time. Lead on, my dear.

Author's Note: I hope you are enjoying my little story so far. If so (or if not), please read and review! Feedback is appreciated. Thanks. ^_^
Thanks to all my reviewers! I love you guys!
Just to let ya'll know, I have a second Dark Carpathian fanfic in the works. It's at a bit of a crossroads now, i.e. I'm not sure where's it's going from here, so I don't know how long it will be before I post it. ^_^
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