You don’t have to do it,” I whisper at the sight of the pain in his eyes. “If you don’t want to.”
He doesn’t say anything as he shifts his body forward in his seat, bending his back inward, moving closer to me. My chest heaves ravenously as anticipation and fear collide inside me and I turn inward to bring myself closer to him. He maintains my gaze as he cups his hand on the bottom of my neck, softly, yet at the same time with purpose. I wonder if he can feel my rapid pulse. If he can smell the scent of my blood racing through my body. What he’s thinking. I wonder a lot of things, until he leans in so close I can feel the heat of his breath caressing my skin, then all thoughts are lost as a silence blankets my body.
“Just breathe and try to relax,” he whispers, the pupils in his eyes expanding and taking over all of the blue in his eyes. His lips part, his breathing sharpens, and his pointed fangs descend.
My mind tells me that I should be afraid, but my body won’t have any part of it, the prickle on the back of my neck stabbing wildly, releasing an abundance of emotions. I lean into his touch, his hand tightens around the bottom of my neck, and my knees press into his. I know Draven is watching us, like a weirdo, but I block him out, and focus on my breathing. Deep breaths. Deep breaths.
Laylen’s head slants to the side, so he’s moving in toward my neck at an angle. When he’s only inches away, his tongue slips out and slides across his lips, moistening them and skimming along the tips of his fangs. I feel a tremor in his fingertips and I reach forward and grasp onto his legs.
I hold my breath as his lips graze my neckline and then squeeze my eyes shut as his fangs pierce my vein.
It’s far more intense than just the scrape. Blindingly intense. Body-altering intense. I fall so fast into the dark I can’t even remember what the light looks like. I hear myself groan, but it barely sounds like me, and an invisible connection seals the inside of my body and guides me forward, forcing me to arch my back and press my chest against his.
Laylen’s fingertips stab into my neck and I can feel the skin bruising, but the pain only enhances the experience as he feeds on my blood, sucking it out of me and putting it inside him. My hands clamp down on his legs as I whimper, my body going limp as all the energy is drained out of me.
Laylen pauses, the tug from him sucking momentarily ceasing. He groans and I think he’s going to stop, even though my mind is screaming at him to continue. But then he bites down harder and suddenly I’m being laid back toward the table. The edge of it cuts into the center of my back and I cry out as he slides me up and lies me down on the table, lining his body with mine as he sucks on my neck, spilling blood all over my skin and clothes. My hands wind around his back and I stab my nails into his shoulder blades, grasping onto him be-cause I can barely see anything anymore beside a red. Blood red. I can smell it, taste it myself, and it’s driving me crazy. It feels like I need something more, like my body is being starved.
“Laylen,” I manage to choke out, my head drifting to the side as my legs fall open. His body responds, curving inward and rubbing up against me. His fangs sink deeper, plunging into the arch of my neck. Then suddenly he’s pulling away and I think it’s over as he wipes the blood off his face with his hand and licks it off his lips with his tongue. I don’t want him to be done. I want more—need it. I’m not sure where the sensation is stemming from, what drives it, but regardless I fasten my legs around his waist and cross my ankles tightly around him.
Okay I just have to wait for a teaser between Alex and Gemma, only that will restore the balance in my life. That's all for now minions, go read a book or something.