Bound To You: Marcus Volturi

Chapter 13: Is This What Love Feels Like?

At first, I'm speechless. He's going to give me love? How? When? And does he mean physical love or emotional? Do I have a say in this? Does this mean he likes me too? But what about my appearance? I look like a man, for fuck's sake. But maybe he likes that. He can't take my identity away, I like being an androgynous person. "Lee," He snaps me out of my thought. I look up in his eyes. "You've been silent for at least two minutes. You're thinking very hard about something."

Yeah, lots of things, Marcus, lots of things.

"Ok, well, I have some questions. Lots of stuff I need to talk to you about." I murmur. He grabs my hand, and a shock of static goes through me. "Shit!" I pull my hand away. "Forgive me, it's the bond we carry. It pulls us closer, like magnets." He explains. "Well, if you keep giving me electric shocks, I will not be touching you regularly, just so you know." I warn. He gives me a wry smile. "You're honest, I'll give you that." He compliments, as we walk to his room.

His room is big, as I imagined. Similar to mine, with the desk and mirror and another door, presumably leading to a bathroom. There are photographs on the walls. Papers are in neat piles on his desk. There are pens and older pens with feathers on them. I go to examine one, and he's close behind me. "They're called quills," He explains.

"Cool," I move away from them, and open the 'bathroom' door to instead find a bedroom, with a large four poster bed, the posh ones you see in the movies, with deep red silk sheets and those fancy pillows, with frilled edges. There's a wardrobe made of dark wood and an armchair at the foot of the bed like in my room. Marcus stands behind me in the doorway. "Your thoughts?" He asks, lightly kissing the back of my head. "Why do you need a bed?" I turn to him. "For when I get tired," He gives me a dark smile. "Or if I'm in the mood for love."

My insides are shaking, god damn, Marcus, you're hot right now. "So, basically, your bed is for sex. You can't actually sleep, can you?" I turn to look at bed again. It looks so warm, so inviting. "No, I don't need to. I think we can sleep, but it's not nessecary." He explains. He pushes me into the bedroom, which is small, but cosy and instructs me to sit on the armchair, while he sits on the edge of the bed. He's closed the bedroom door. "Why can't we just talk in the main room?" I go to leave and he stops me.

"Please. We have privacy in here. No one is allowed in here." He soothes. "Ok, fine." I sit back down and he smiles approval. "What did you want to ask me?" He sits comfortably on the bed, leaning back against one of the posts. "Well, does this mean we're together now?" I just about manage to get the words out. "It's just, I've never had anyone before. Never been in a relationship." I scratch the back of my head nervously.

"With your scowling face and bad attitude, it doesn't surprise me in the least," He jokes. "But I'd like to take you to dinner first," He suggests. "McDonalds, or an actual restaurant?" I huff, and he smiles. "Sweet thing, you're such a tease, but I wish you'd smile." He sighs.
"I. Don't. Smile." I hiss. He smiles even more. "Alright, onto more questions,"

"Do you want me to wear women's clothes?"
"No, I think you look fine, handsome in fact. It's up to you what you wear."
"Will you put me in the tower with the wives?"
"I don't see how I can. You're a feisty creature, I'm almost afraid to upset you."
"Will we have sex?"

There's an awkward pause and I nervously peek up at him. He looks startled and maybe even a little excited. "Lay on the bed," He whispers, and my insides do a front flip. I slowly lie down, eyes closed. "Should I take my shoes off?" I go to take them off, and he stops me. "Please. Just lie down." He whispers. I lay flat on my back, breathing unsteady, silently freaking out. The bed creaks as he positions himself above me. His hair dangles, tickling my nose, and he effectively places a hand over my face before I sneeze.

"You're quick," I compliment. "Aren't I just?" He murmurs. "Close your eyes," He whispers. I press them shut, which makes me feel blind, I won't be able to see what he's doing. "We're not ready to go that far yet, but I can do this." He whispers. I gasp as I feel his weight pressing against me. He's entirely on top of me. Then he presses his lips against mine and my heart feels like it's exploded.

I feel this warm sensation travelling through me, like sinking into a warm bath. It's a strange feeling, physically, my warmth mixing with his cold. I reach up to clutch his face, moaning in his mouth softly, giving his tongue an opening, he probes my mouth deeper.

My tongue gingerly meets his and he lets out a low growl. No one has ever kissed me. He's amazing. "You're delightful," He murmurs, pulling away. "Don't stop." I try to pull him against me once again, but he's too strong, and manages to push me off weakly. "We have to stop, or I'll do unspeakable things that we're not ready to do yet." He places another sweet kiss on my lips, which leaves the same tingling sensation, as he did on my neck.

"Come along, you need to get ready. We have a dinner to attend. Be ready by six." He pulls me gently off the bed. I walk through the main room until I'm at the dooorway. "Oh and Marcus?" I call back. "Yes?" He asks. "You're a great kisser."

Heading off to the tower, my heart is still pounding erratically. I rush the sprial stairs two at a time and barge through the door to reveal a startled Athenadora and Sulpicia. "Lee, what is it?"

"I gave him the lilies. Marcus kissed me."