35.2- Prey or Exception?

I was about to leave but he grabbed my wrist roughly, looking down but holding my wrist firmly with hardened features, completing his sentence. "Do not misunderstand me, Eileen…" He breathed out. Pressing his teeth together with a visible exasperation. He wanted to justify. He didn't have to, he didn't need to but he wanted to. And then he says I am just a prey. 'You are my first in everything… My first kiss, my first intimacy, my first embrace, my first voice…" My heart skipped a beat, not expecting he had never been a woman in thirty years of his life. My mouth gaped in incredulity but before I could give proper reaction, he continued expressing the emotions I never perceived would exist in him. 'I won't deny, you are my deepest desire, Eileen." Panting, he pulled me to his laps. I gasped, instinctively pressed my palm on his exposed chest, stiffening when collided with his strong body. 'But, moreover, you are my voice." His voice came out the smoothest it could go as he cupped my cheek with one hand. My heart skipped a beat, strange flutters numbed my body- I melted entirely. 'Eileen, I need you, I want you, I crave you. Emotionally, physically, spiritually. Your voice drives me insane and I had never felt this way. " He continued seductively, hoarsely, confessing the yearnings he held for me which I unknowingly managed to induce in him. "I don't resent your voice. I resent what you make me feel. What I experience because of you." His resonance weakened, holding me as if I were a glass doll he didn't want to break. "You are extremely delicate, Eileen. Both physically and mentally and If this continues…" He paused, swallowing hard, completing his sentence painfully, "I might end up breaking you beyond repair." That is when I realized… I was not ready to listen to his voice. If he couldn't bear my scant whisper then how can I hear his screams? And it razed my heart when I realized I couldn't help him. He was locked in unreachable and unshakeable walls. "That's why, stop. Just… stop." For a heartbeat, his powerlessness became visible, sparkling with discontent he gained because of me. He was in pain and after everything, It still grieved me upon witnessing his pain. "But, I love you, Sebastian…" I murmured. Moving my hand around his, I clasped his cheeks in my palm, forcing his powerless orbs to greet mine but he yanked my hand away. "Stop it, Eileen!" He scowled, detecting that I hit where it hurt the most and that was exactly why I said it. I wanted him to experience how it stings when words shatter you. I shivered, frozen for a few moments by his enraged voice but slowly regaining my posture, I didn't let his fury overcome me this time. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I moved my hand to his neck hesitantly, "Eileen…" He called me in a cracked voice. His eyes were begging me to stop and not intoxicated him further but I didn't. Tangling my breaths to his spellbinding one, binding him in a fire, 'Do you love me, Sebastian?" I asked, tilting my head, eradicating the distance between his face to mine while keeping the link of our eyes strong. 'I don't know what love is in the first place, Eileen. Don't ask me what I am incapable of providing." He said apologetically, caressing me to soothe the ache I might receive upon knowing it. But, deep down, I knew it. I knew he was incapable of loving. Emotions were foreign to him, then love is a distant matter. 'Then what's this?" I asked, moving my hand and putting it over his. "Why does my voice matter? Why do I reside in your mind?" I asked softly, intertwining my fingers with his, not removing my eyes to his beautiful ones. "What is it, Sebastian?" I asked affectionately, moving my other hand across his devilishly handsome face. He was looking at me the way he had never looked at anyone before. 'Need…" He growled, tightening his grip on my hand, brushing his lips over mine. Losing my posture by the inebriation he managed to rush in my veins, I rested my forehead over his, averting my gaze, blushing. 'Eileen, I don't hit you, don't force you, show you my bloodlust because you are my exception." He confessed, pulling away a little to say this to my face, accepting it. "You wanted to hear it, right? There you go. You are my exception. You are where no one is." He hissed. Finally speaking what I was dying to hear. I wanted to hear more, I wanted him to say that he needs me. His response made me smile as I cupped his cheeks. He was furious but his rage faded when he saw my smile. Getting lost in the charming features of his, stroking them slowly as he brought our faces closer again. 'And you're so exquisite, you know? I couldn't control myself from not desiring you." He whispered. Locking his fingers with my hairs to ensure I stare dead into his intense eyes which made my rapid heartbeats move in sync with his, sucking my energy out of me. 'I want you, Eileen. Badly." He hissed. Losing his breaths, contemplating my body with pure lust, setting my body on fire by the extremity of his look. 'Sebastian…" Moaning, I lost myself entirely in the moment where he burned the fright I held and replaced it with inexplicable emotions and a profused allure. 'Do you want me, Eileen?" He asked desperately, huskily, temptingly, caressing my shoulder, leading it all the way up to my cheek. Swallowing hard, I lost myself, 'I do…" With this, everything fell into a blur as he leaned down, giving an intense fire to my body after a prolonged time, pressing his lips upon mine, burning my night in a passion I thought I would never experience again.