The Change Deleted Scene #02
Candice snapped awake in the darkness, instantly alert.
The shadow by the door froze.
Outside, thunder rumbled.
“As you were.”
Daniel moved quickly to the washroom, but Candice didn’t shut her lids yet. Light rain was still drumming against the complex in rivulets of liquid acid that slowly burned through anything except rubber and concrete. It only eroded those. Lightning flashed again, the vivid blast glaring off the black tinted window.
Something thumped against the building as the wind gusted and Candice watched Daniel scurry back in as if he were being chased. The storm sent him to me, not fear of being alone, she realized.
They both jumped at the next blast. Her lips curved upward. “Nature’s fury.”
His shadow paused, hesitating as thunder rolled again. “I know.”
Candice wondered if he would have the courage to rejoin her in the bed. If he didn’t, she would insist.
Daniel finally came toward her and she studied him without violent need, but when his weight dipped the bed, it sent a curl of want through her stomach.
He settled onto his side, and the storm, as if responding to her lust, intensified.
Daniel flinched at the brilliant burst.
Candice shifted to be ready for the next hit. While she waited, she sent pink sight over his body. Lean and hard, he was made to survive in this harsh world…and to produce children. Her lips stretched harshly, glad that he was facing away. In time, she would have all that he could give.
Daniel jumped again and Candice caught him with her palm before he could roll against her.
He immediately froze.
She gently tugged on his arm, willing the weather to help. “Come here.”
He shifted, sliding his big body along her hip.
Candice ducked under his arm to press herself firmly against him. Her cheek went to his tense chest, groaning in bliss as his scent filled her nose.
It took Daniel a while to realize that she wanted to be held and even longer to slide an arm around that black-clad waist. It made him lean fully against her, and Daniel wasn’t surprised when her sharp intake of air sent blood rushing through his body.
“This is nice.” Her breath whispered along his chest.
Daniel wondered if she knew there were freckles on her nose from sun exposure or that her hair glinted with blue flashes in the flickering storm. He wanted to embrace her warm body, give her the relief she wasn’t asking for, but he was a coward. She only came to his chin, but she towered over him with her muscular arms and her careful control.
He tensed and was surprised when she comforted him again.
Her hand rose up to stroke the bare skin of his arm, and he trembled under her touch. Lightning flashed, then darkness. What would she do now? Was this the time? Fear blossomed in his throat.
Pushing her control, Candice allowed her thumb to brush his shoulder, discerning the next flash through red tints. His skin was hot, smooth and hard against hers. She swept a light nail over his neck, shuddering. Not certain how far she might go, Candice eased up onto one arm to regard him. She waited for the next flash before moving again, letting him view her face. It was only fair to know when you were playing with fire.
The flare of light was short, but Candice saw his face fill with as much desire as worry. She leaned down. “Kiss me?”
Candice was unprepared for the way he lunged forward, rolled them over. His mouth crushed hers, demanding and filled with a need that matched her own. His scent rushed over Candice again, musky and sharp. She moaned.
When her lips parted, Daniel dipped in to taste her, body tight. Each sensation was intoxicating–her tremble, the sensation of her nails digging in to make shallow grooves down his shoulder. Daniel dipped into her again, licking. So sweet! Without much thought, he held her hip with a big hand and thrust against her.
Candice shuddered again, control gone as he tasted her. His bare skin against her fingers was like fire, and she groaned as he rocked faster.
Her eyes flickered in the light. At first, Candice believed the change was what she was seeing. Then she realized it was blood.
Daniel felt her withdraw and nervously tried to hold them in place. “I’m fine.”
Candice broke his grip easily, moving from the bed to switch on a light. Blood had already stained numerous places on the sheet, dripping from nail grooves in his chest and shoulders. Two of them were oozing freely.
“Why didn’t you say something?” Candice demanded. She hadn’t even known she was hurting him.
“I’m sorry.” His voice trembled, full of confusion. “I didn’t know you wanted me to.”
Candice’s patience snapped a bit and she glared. “Now you do!” She saw the nail marks darken with fresh blood as he stood up. “Tell me before you bleed!”
“Yes, Candice.” It was an order received.
Her brow lifted. “Do you need help with it?”
“No!” Daniel cringed at the thought of calling a medico. “I’ve got it.”
He hurried to the washroom as Candice berated herself. She’d drawn his blood. That could never happen again.
Daniel wore a white shirt when he returned. He was trying to blend the bandage in so that she didn’t notice it as much, but that made her gaze narrow in on it harder. She was a real threat to him, even for a lingering kiss. If she couldn’t learn to control this fire, he would have to be sent away from her for his own safety.