Obsessed by Alicyn Night (fiction book recommendations .txt) 📖

they called, she got up as they busted through her door.
“What’s wrong?” she asked frantic.
“Your Dad he got into a fight with Damien, we need to leave to go to him, please stay here and lock everything!” Shelly gave Evelyn a stun gun.
“Use it if he gets in.” she mumbled as they left her room and went back out. She stood there stunned for a moment before going down stairs, locking the back door, and then going to front door, that’s when she saw the shadow.
She backed away from it, as she heard someone trying to jimmy the locks.
She held the stun gun close to her as the knob turned slowly as shook.
‘Crap!

’ she thought as the door opened.
Damien stood there, his hair slightly tousled, his lip was cut, and there was some dirt on his pants.
‘Nice left swing dad.

’ She thought proudly as she look somewhere she
shouldn’t have looked.
His eyes…filled with dark desire of some sort that made her shiver, but she wasn’t cold. Some what frozen from starring at him she turned her head the other way, she choked out: “Damien?”
But he only came forth and capturing her lips with his eagerly,almost desperately, surprised she dropped the stun gun. He pulled her to
him, his arms snaking around her waist, tightening every time she pounded against his chest, trying to get away. But to her it seemed to no avail.
“Evelyn…” he whispered against her lips, brushing them with his. Evelyn
felt this strange feeling shock her whole body, she shivered.
“Damien…stop it!” she gasped between kisses, trying to get a grip on this feeling and on him.Damien pushed her against the wall, his hands frantically roaming her
body for skin; any contact of her skin was surely to be more than pure bliss.
“God! Evelyn I love you.” He trailed down her neck, biting and sucking on her skin as if she was the only thing that could satisfy his hunger. A small whimper came from her, unwanted but it only urged him even more.
“Damien…” she called out, her voice was shaking and she had stuttered.He knew she must be frightened. He lifted his head to look at her, his hands found their way up to the
sides of her face. Her eyes were shinning with tears as he became engulfed by them once again.
“Evelyn…Please…” was all he said, then something came over her. It might have been his eyes, the deep chocolate eyes that made her want succumb to him, or maybe it was this overwhelming feeling that she wanted to feel his hands on her again, but she moved closer to him and kissed him, he wasn’t forcing her but he was making her feel this. Their lips moved in sync, his lips were soft against hers; gentle even but the kiss had the same amount of urgency.
Evelyn wrapped her arms around Damien’s neck, she didn’t know why but for some reason she yearned to be closer to him, as close as she could. Her fingers began to run threw his hair, it felt like rough silk, for some reason it was wonderful.
His kisses urged on as he licked her bottom lip, she shivered and whimpered. As his fingers trailed, softly brushing against her sides, then to her thighs, lifting her up onto his lap.
“Evelyn…” he whispered her name against her lips; he looked to her lips,slightly parted as breath came in and went out, then he found her eyes.
Her eyes were very deep, sometimes when he looked in them he always felt like he was falling into her abyss, her gaze was entrancing. His hand came up to her face as he caressed her cheek with the palm of his hand,
her eyelids went slightly limb. She wrapped her arms around his waist, laying her head against his chest.
“Evelyn Lets go to your room, okay love? I promise I won’t’ do anything.” She nodded as he picked her up.
‘But what if I want you to do something?

’ she thought, blushing.
Damien walked up the stairs, carrying his sweet girl. He couldn’t help but grin to himself. He was afraid he couldn’t kiss her like she should be kissed, but due to the extraordinary noises he heard coming from her
when he touched and kissed her, he couldn’t help but to be proud. When he reached her door, he switched her into just one of his arms and opened it. He laid her on the bed, her eyes getting wider again, she didn’t look as tired. His hands went down her waist again, going under her shirt, resting his hands on her stomach. She shivered and gave him a slight smile. Damien looked at her shocked. He let his hands travel up to her sides, then around to her back, brushing against her chest only faintly.
She arched her back, as his fingers messaged her skin.
“Evelyn?” he whispered, she opened her eyes as a response. “Can I?” he tugged on her shirt; she froze for a moment, her mind racing to different possibilities, some of them scary, others not so much. He tugged on it again, getting her attention.
She nodded her head slowly; he slowly took off her shirt, freezing when
he saw her. Her neck was elegant, dipping into her shoulder; his fingers traced her collar bones, then stopped. Her breast was covered with white spilling out of the fabric. He swallowed, and blushed, then let his gaze
wonder to her body. His fingers coming down to her stomach, lightly tracing circles into her skin. He around on top of her, pressing his lips to her temple. He watched her shake lightly as she reopened her eyes starring right into him. He was falling once again, losing himself in the void of her eyes.
He moved to her side, falling onto the bed with a light ‘thump

 

’. She turned to stare at him again, only his hand covered her eyes.
“No more Evelyn. Please stop looking at me.” He mumbled against her hair, losing his fingers in the soft tresses as he pulled her to his chest. He held her tight, almost too tight.
‘I’m afraid…I’m afraid to let go.

’ He thought as her arms wrapped around him. Her hands went under his shirt, he closed his eyes awaiting the rejection.
‘Scars…

’ Evelyn thought in surprise. Her fingers traced the scars on
Damien’s back, they were softer then the rest of his skin, almost fleshy like. Instead of moving away from him, she just pulled him closer, until her ear was to his heart.
“Thump, thump, thump, thump…

 

” she closed her eyes to the sound.
“Evelyn?”
“Thump, thump, thump

 

…”
“Evelyn?”
“Thump, thump, thump, thump

 

…”
“Yes?” she asked quietly, somewhat tired.
“Good night and sweet dreams…I love…” Evelyn’s wary eyes closed at that moment, falling asleep in his arms. He just smiled down at her, and held her close to his heart.

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Evelyn awoke to the shrill voice of Shelly in her ear. She tried to move away until Shelly shook her awake.
Evelyn’s eyes snapped open right at that moment, taking in the site before her. Shelly’s husband and her father stood to one side, his hair was devilish and his face was covered in some plasters. His white dress shirt had dirt on it, smudging. As she found a doctor fussing at her other.
“Um…what up with all the people?’ she asked in a thick voice, she coughed for a moment then yawned.
“Honey? Are you all right, we saw Damien leaving the house, then find you asleep like this…” she motioned to her almost naked torso.
Evelyn, looking down at herself, and blushed profusely, rushing to grab her blanket and covered herself up.
“Did he do anything to you?” she asked in a kind voice, she knew they were worried, but she wanted to explore this a little, so maybe she could use it to save Caden herself.
She shook her head, trying to piece together a lie.
“No he didn’t. When you left, I locked the doors and came back up here; I was sweating so much I felt kinda dirty in my shit so I took it off and covered up with my blanket. I must have fallen asleep.” She mumbled, fumbling with the blanket. Her father sighed in what seemed to be relief.
Shelly smiled. Grabbing her into a hug, her Father squeezed her tight. She patted his back, and forced a smile.
“I’m glad you’re safe Ev.” He mumbled in her ear. Her eyes became sad as she heard this and gave him a small smile.
“Same here dad.”

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Damien walked into his home a grin on his face, and then it disappeared just as it had come. He looked around the old manor, dust and white covered it. He looked down and sighed. He wanted to bring Evelyn here
but he was afraid that she wouldn’t like it. Staying there with him. He walked up the stairs and went to his room. His bed was in the corner, the four posters was large enough to stick five people in it. A writing desk
and a fireplace across the room. He went to sit on his bed and sighed again.
“She wouldn’t want to…would she?” he asked himself out loud, running his fingers threw his hair. He laid back-closing his eyes, and imagined if she did. They would talk for hours on end, and watch the stars in the back, cuddling under a blanket in the gazebo. He would cook her food when she needed some, while she was in her study playing her cello. He could already hear the low beat of it in his ears. They would dance at night near the fireplace so he could seem her face as she was laughing and smiling. He wanted this, he wanted this bad.
Caden watched the small bit of light that had come into the flooded basement threw a crack in the wall. He wanted to run his fingers in the sunlight, to let it touch his face. He struggled against the chains that held him. After a moment, he screamed. He heard Damien’s footsteps coming down the stairs. As his captor busted threw the door, Caden screamed again.
“Stop yelling!” Damien seethed; he was just awoken from sleep. His hair was a mess and he looked exhausted. Caden shook in his chains.
“Let me out!” he screamed at him, he was on a verge to braking down.
“I can’t be here anymore! Let me out now!” he shook viciously on the chains, his feet thrashing around in the water.
Damien sighed.
“What do you want?” he asked, leaning against the door way. Caden stopped for a moment.
“I want sunlight…” he begged in his rough voice. His eyes glistened as Damien sighed again.
“Fine…” he agreed, taking a ring of keys from his pocket. Damien stepped forth and unlocked Caden from the shackles. He fell to the ground, water hitting his elbows. But his arms collapsed from under him, as Damien grabbed a hold of his hair.
“If you want sunlight, get up.” Damien growled. Trying to stand, Caden trudged threw the water, until he hit the stairs.
“Hurry up.” Damien kicked his legs, making him collapse again. Caden groaned as his head hit one of the staircase steps.
“Get up!” Damien yelled angrily. Caden tried lifting himself up on his hands, but his arms shook and he fell again. He coughed up some of the nasty water Damien had let him drink.
Damien looked down to him in pity. Maybe he shouldn’t have locked him up like this. But it was his punishment. His punishment for
touching his dear girl, and for loving her.
“All punishments must be served, no