Blood Legacy Chapter 101: 99. I'm not letting you go

I was falling. I didn't know how, but I was. There was this weightless sensation inside of me and all around my body, making me feel lighter than a feather. Yet somehow, I was still falling. There was no beginning and no end. No light and no air. But I knew that I was falling. I could feel it.

Time seemed to cease to exist, keeping me frozen into that never-ending state of falling. Deeper and deeper. Down and down. Or maybe...it was upwards?

Either way I couldn't tell. I was way beyond that known and tangible world...

Until a sickening shock pushed at my chest, making me suffer with agony.

I couldn't move. Couldn't breathe.

Another shock followed, this one more powerful than the other.

Soft and warm lips caressed my own, their touch softer than a petal's, kissing me with that breath of life I so desperately needed... I tried to reach out for it yet it seemed so far away. My lungs failed to grasp it.

But those petal lips graced me with that breath of life again and I finally managed to grasp it, my insides hurting as if I'd been beaten half to death. I coughed out and sputtered, crying out from the agonizing pain. It only came out as a weak mewl though as I was still struggling to breathe, my teeth chattering and my body shaking as I suddenly started to feel so cold. Why was I feeling so cold?

"Are you out of your damn mind?" That voice. I knew that voice.

"What the hell were you thinking?" My eyelids fluttered, my eyelashes heavy with moisture as I gazed upon that face above me. Black hair and black eyes. Strong and firm jaw. Luscious lips.

Darius.

I wanted to speak. I wanted to call out his name. But I was so cold. I could barely move.

My entire body shuddered so violently, struggling so hard to keep me alive and conscious.

Warmth suddenly enveloped me and I desperately clung to it as if it was my last chance of survival, feeling my body jostling from the sudden movement.

He was right next to me. Darius. I could feel his skin pressing against mine, providing me with that warmth I so desperately needed.

We moved around and no longer I was seeing the natural light of day, a weaker and softer glow greeting my eyes, giving them a small reprieve as I laid there close to Darius. He was holding me in his arms. At least this I could tell now. But I was still feeling so cold. It wasn't enough. My body was still suffering, performing spasmodic and shaky movements. I needed more. More of his warmth.

I could hear my own rushed and jerky breaths. My pulse ringing in my ears. I was freezing, and there was this molten ice wrapped around me, clinging to my skin with such stubbornness. I needed to escape it. Have it removed from my body. But Darius' arms shifted around me and I suddenly felt solid floor underneath my toes, one arm still holding me close and upright against him.

"I'm sorry, little kitten, but I need to do this. There is no other way," he whispered in my ear, so pained and out of breath.

A tearing sound followed and I suddenly felt that molten ice peeling away from my skin, allowing me to feel more of his.

It felt so good. So warm and inviting. I wanted to cover myself with his body, have as much as possible from that burning heat.

His warm and strong arm went underneath me like a steely band and my toes left that solid floor, my body shivering as cold air nipped at my skin.

We jostled again and my toes grazed a different type of flooring, the sound of running water breaking out in the background. No. No more water!

I whined and squirmed against him, hearing him whispering soothing words and sounds as we moved again until I found myself seated with his body enveloping my own from behind, a nice and warm drizzling rain pelting down from above.

I sighed out loud with contentment, my body still performing jerky and uncoordinated movements from time to time as I sat there, letting it warm and soothe me.

I could feel Darius' body plastered against my own, his skin on mine as he held me, close to his muscled chest. But there was a sudden movement from my part and his skin rubbed against my bare and hardened nipples, making me finally realize that I was naked. Naked in his arms.

I immediately started to struggle and thrash in between his incredibly strong arms, desperate to get away from him and his heated touch. No. I didn't want him to touch me like that. I didn't like it!

But he only held onto me even tighter and I let out a feeble mewl, starting to helplessly cry and whimper as I tried and tried. To no avail.

"You can scream and fight me all you want but I'm not letting you go. Not until I know that you're safe and sound," There was sincerity and even the tiniest hint of hurt lacing his tone as he quietly uttered those words to me, holding me tighter than ever.

I moaned out in protest as I couldn't even speak yet, rapidly losing the fight as my body was still so incredibly weak. I could barely move, let alone try to fight him. Not to mention that my muscles and bones felt so stiff and sore now, adding fuel to that growing tiredness. I was exhausted. Overwrought.

"Rest, little kitten. I'll be right here with you. I won't let anything bad happen to you, I swear,"

His palm traced over my forehead, gently sliding all that wet hair away from my face and my eyelids fluttered, too spent to even try and hold myself conscious for too long.

And within the following moment my head lolled backwards, hitting his hard shoulder before I plunged back into that dark abyss.

**

Soft. Warm. Cuddly and nice. I felt like a newborn in its comfortable crib. There was this fluffy cocoon enveloping me, making me feel so warm and toasty. This was so nice. I never wanted to get out of this place again.

*And it smells so good too*, I thought after a deeper inhale, that soothing smell of coconuts and leather making me sigh with contentment and snuggle even deeper into it. Whatever it was.

This was my heaven. And I was not getting out of this place ever again.

*All mine and only mine,* I mewled with delight, inhaling that enticing scent again as my arms slid upwards, lastly realizing that I was actually hugging a pillow. A fluffy and soft pillow.

My eyelids slowly fluttered open and darkness greeted me, making me roll on my back and have a closer look around.

I was in a bedroom, at least this I could tell, seeing as it was dark outside too, the faint light from the moon barely reaching in. But I could still see the outline of the bed I was lying in, the dresser stuck against the opposite wall and the few other pieces of furniture decorating the room. Yes, I was in a bedroom. But whose?

My stomach suddenly growled with hunger and I slowly got up into a sitting position, heartily yawning.

Well, at least I did get a good sleep. I could tell from that generally relaxed and positive vibe flowing through me.

I lazily stretched out like a cat, letting out another yawn before I languidly climbed off of that cozy bed, my feet greeted by a soft fluffy rug.

My wounds. They were still there but they didn't hurt as much, barely creating any discomfort as I got up to my feet and trudged my way towards that faintly visible door right in front of me. I needed food. I needed food and I needed it now. My stomach was hurting from the hunger.

The soft glow of a light coming from downstairs greeted me as soon as I stepped into the hallway, making my brows furrow with curiosity.

I made my way towards the staircase, fleetingly noticing that I was wearing a big and fluffy white bathrobe. Huh. That's why I was feeling so warm and nice.

Wait. How the hell did I end up in it though?

My brows furrowed with curiosity as I casually started to climb down the stairs, one by one, the faint aroma of cooked food wafting underneath my nose making forget about all that, my stomach growling again with protest and my mouth watering. I was so freaking hungry I could barely even think straight. I was literally famished.

I followed the trail of that heavenly smell and found myself entering the spacious kitchen, my eyes landing on the tall and intimidating male standing just a few steps away from me.

He was leaning against the edge of the sink, those well-defined muscles on his torso and arms bathed in the warm glow of that light overhead as he was only wearing a pair of grey sweatpants.

His expression softened as those dark eyes fell on me for the briefest moment before quickly steeling into a cold and impassive stance, closely following me as I made my way towards the kitchen island and hopped up on a high stool.

I swallowed and struggled to remain equally calm and unaffected, my heart beating faster though as I couldn't help but feel so painfully aware of his gaze on me. And of the fact that he was practically half-naked. What was up with that anyway?

"Are you hungry?" I quickly nodded like a well-behaved little student and sat there, completely still, choosing to keep my eyes trained on the black marble counter as I listened to him shuffle around. I didn't want to look too much at him. Well, not that he was making me feel uncomfortable by showing off his...assets or anything -which he totally wasn't- but I didn't want him to get the wrong idea. Of me gawking at him or something. *Definitely not.*

All those random thoughts flew away from my head as soon as that steamy and nice-looking bowl of cream soup appeared in front of me, its smell so divine as I took a deep inhale, my empty stomach growling again.

*Holy shit, I'm gonna die right here and now if I don't start eating this like, right now,* I thought with desperation, barely restraining myself as I took that spoon and gently blew into it before placing it in my mouth.

A soft and satisfied moan left me, greeted by a burst of flavours on my tongue. Chicken, mushroom and various other vegetables. *Oh my god this tastes amazing*. I took another scoop and carefully blew into it before putting it into my mouth. And another. And another.

"Careful. You've gone three days without food. You'll have to go slower otherwise you risk heaving it all back up," I couldn't help but notice that his voice had somehow gained a rougher edge as he uttered those words. But I didn't look too much into it and continued to eat with a hearty appetite and delight, savoring every single drop of it.

Holy hell it tasted fantastic. I had no idea if he was the one who made it but it did taste absolutely fantastic.

I finished it all in a matter of minutes, licking clean that last drop from the spoon before I finally set it down and looked up from my plate. I was sated. Completely full and sa-oh!

Shock and embarrassment prickled at me as soon as I noticed that feral look in his eyes as he stared at me as if I were a tasty piece of chicken, his hands gripping so painfully tight onto that counter behind him.

I audibly gulped, unintentionally watching as that muscled and very naked chest moved up and down with a little bit more urgency, my eyes growing in size as soon as I noticed that visible bulge in his simple grey sweatpants.

Oh. Oh! Sweet mighty bananas!

I scrambled to look away as fast as I could, blasted into an utter state of astonishment as I raised a palm in his general direction to keep him covered from my view.

Holy macaroni! I did not need to see that! I repeat; I did not need to see that! I mean why the hell was he even...

"Excuse me. I'll be right back," I quickly nodded and buried my face in my hands, not even bothering to check if he did in fact leave or not.

Holy mother of cats and dogs! What the fuck was that? Why was he...

My face felt so hot now, mentally cringing with utter mortification.

What the fuck just happened? Why would he even-

I sat up straighter as I suddenly heard his rushed footsteps, cautiously peeking from between my fingers.

"I apologize for that. I am a gentleman but even I have my limits. I didn't know that you...could be so...expressive whilst eating," he carefully explained himself, his tone laced with a hint of discomfort and even mild embarrassment as I pried my hands away, watching him hold that small pillow pressed against his pelvic area.

I immediately slapped a hand over my lips, failing to contain that stupid laugh that bubbled up within my throat, way too amused by this whole situation.

His brows raised a little with surprise and another stifled laugh pressed against my mouth and nose before I could even try to swallow it down.

And after another moment of trying to contain myself I lastly gave up and burst into a fit of laughter, cackling like a manic hyena.