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“Get off me!” I needed help, but I was shit out of luck. The music was loud and muffled the noise even in the room. “Please!”
He forced my arms together and held them in one of his very large hands. “Not until you tell me why you’re flipping out.”
“Because physical contact freaks me out,” I lied, arching my body into his in a lame attempt to force him off me. He moved his body upward slightly, but still kept a hand on my arms. “I can tell when you’re lying, by the way your biting you lip.” He let his weight descend back toward me. “Just like I can tell when you’re pissed off by the way your jaw tenses.” His body was back on me and I lay immobile beneath him as he continued, his voice growing softer. “Just like I can tell when I’m embarrassing you because your cheeks turn pink.” His face lowered toward mine and I noticed for the first time that he had a faint scar just below his eye.
His breath was hot against my ear and neck and my eyes uncontrollably shut as he whispered, “Or how I can tell when you’re getting turned on by the way you get distracted and how your body shudders.” The insinuation of his words enclosed around me and my body shuddered, just liked he’d accused.
Something snapped inside me. I raised my head and surprised him as I touched my lips against his. I pushed past the forceful amount of electricity ripping through me and instead of kissing him, I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth. Then I bit down hard. I wasn’t even sure what the point was. Whether I was pissed off or so turned I that I’d lost the capability to rationalize my actions.
I moved my face away, rested my head back on the mattress, and waited for him to hop off and call me a freak. Instead, he stared at me as his tongue slipped out from his mouth and wetted his lips. “Fuck, you drew blood.” Before I could even begin to be embarrassed, he let out a deep growl and seconds later his lips came down on mine. Holy fucking hell. I’d never felt anything like it. It was all gone; the worry, sadness, the emptiness. I could barely breathe as his tongue slipped inside my mouth and entangled with mine.
I had no idea what I was doing, but I went with it, allowing his tongue to search my mouth. My skin felt like it was melting, but in a good way. As I lifted my hips up, pressing our bodies together, the heat spiraled out of control. I wanted to be closer—needed to be closer—but it didn’t seem possible, since he was lying on top of me. His hand was still holding my arms and he tightened his grip as his other hand slid down my body to my hip. He dug his fingers into my skin as he moved his legs so that mine were free.
Seconds later I had them fastened in a vice-grip around his waist. His body tensed and his breath caught in his throat. Drawing away, he looked into my eyes and I thought he was going to say something insulting. But then he let out another low growl that sent vibrations all over my skin and he crushed his lips into mine.
The innocent kiss suddenly turned reckless as his hand slipped underneath my shirt and he cupped my breast. I’d never felt this kind of ecstasy before. It was intoxicating. Overwhelming. Finally I understood what the big deal was. I writhed my hips up against him, feeling his hardness between my legs. With each movement, my head became foggier as he kissed and felt me all over.
Suddenly, I wanted to rip his shirt off, feel his skin, feel the passion, the spark, the connection. As every ounce of my self-control withered, I wiggled my hands out of his. Maneuvering them between us, I began to fumble with the buttons of his shirt. When I reached the last one, he caught my hand and stopped me. He removed his lips from mine, propped up on his arm, and peered down at me.
His lips were swollen and his eyes were glazed over like he barely understood what was going on. “We should slow down,” he panted, looking conflicted. I instantly frowned. “Why?” Looking torn, he glanced down at my hand trapped in his and then back at me. “Because we should.” He loosened his grip and freed my hand. Like a magnet, my fingers moved for the last button and I flicked it undone.
As my fingers grazed his stomach, his lips sealed against mine. His tongue urged my mouth apart and when it entered mine, the warmth nearly swallowed me. Pressing my hands flat onto his stomach, I felt the rhythm of his breathing, the rise and fall of his chest, the warmth of his skin.
I began writhing my hips against his, letting go as he moved his lips away from my mouth and started trailing kissing down my neck. Each one was soft, but full of desire. I wanted more—needed more. I was confused by my thoughts and what my body wanted. It was like I’d been starving for years, nearly dying of hunger, and his kisses were finally satisfying the ever-growing starvation.
As he reached my collarbone and took a nip at my skin, my fingers dug into his shoulder blades. With one last buck of my hips, something exploded inside me and for a second I was free from the world I’d never felt I belonged. Apparently the light bulb above our heads had the same idea. It flickered and then glass was flying everywhere. I winced as sharp, hot fragments of glass landed on my skin.
He brought his knee up on the step between us and overlapped his fingers around his knee. “I’m also stronger than the average person. And I have fangs.”
The bottom of his teeth were flat, white, and smooth. “You have fangs Where?”
“They’re retractable,” he said, sliding his tongue along his lips. “And I only bring them out when I want to.” I thought about my dream and how he’d bit me and curiosity sparkled inside me. “And when do you want to?” His body went rigid. “Let’s hope you don’t have to find out.”
I did want to find out, though. In fact, I craved it, like a dying plant craved water. Not because I wanted him to drink my blood and kill me but because I wanted to see if it felt the same as it did in my dream—Intoxicating and potent. “What else can you do?”
He bit back a smile, shaking his head. “You’re a curious thing, aren’t you?” He analyzed me with a tilt of his head and then his eyes shaded to a dark blue. “You really want to know?” I nodded because curiosity was spilling through my veins like a drug. “I do.”
His gaze lingered on me for a brief second longer, then he glanced at the door before scooting closer to me. He tucked a strand of my hair out of my face and then traced a line below my eye. “Shut your eyes.” I was thrown off a little by his touch. “What?”
He drew back his hand, sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, and his lip ring slipped between his teeth. “Shut your eyes and I’ll show you what I can do.”
I glanced at the desert and then at the house. Did I trust him? Even though I hardly know him, I did trust him but I didn’t understand why. Leaning back against the step, I inhaled a breath of the warm air and then let my eyelids slip shut. There was no movement, no softness of his voice, no sounds of a dying animal he might be devouring. I almost opened my eyes to see if he’d left.
But then I felt him shift closer and the temperature of my body began to dwindle as his body hovered over mine, barely touching, yet each one of my nerves connected to him. “I feel guilty doing this to you,” he whispered and his breath was hot against my neck. “I feel guilty doing it to anyone really, but you have this really curious, naïve look in your eyes that makes it really hard to say no.” I felt his lips brush my neck, soft and moist, and the sensation seeped down into my skin, spilling into my body like liquid ecstasy. Under no control of my own, I fell back against the steps. An arm quickly wound around my waist and his hand cupped the back of my head and he held me up. I wanted to open my eyes and look at him, but my eyelids were sealed shut.
“There’s this thing,” his lips grazed my collar bone and warmth centered to my heart and stilled it, “that not all vampires can do that’s called venenatorum osculum.” The way the words rolled off his tongue sounded sexy and made my thighs tingle and my body arch up against his chest. “I can manipulate things inside you.” His kissed the hollow of my neck and my entire body stilled, paralyzed with a yearning for him to fill the massive hole in my heart, which seemed to have enlarged severely over the last few seconds. “I can put feelings in there... make you feel things you never knew existed,” he whispered and his mouth was only inches from my chest.
I wanted it on my chest. I wanted him on me. I wanted so much at the moment. His voice lowered and ragged. “Or I can take it away.” “Please don’t take it away,” I nearly begged as he pulled the collar of my shirt aside. I curled my toes preparing for whatever he was going to do, hoping it would fill up the void inside me.
But then I felt him tense and his fingers and mouth moved away from me, along with his body. My eyes opened as he guided me upright. He wasn’t looking at me but at the house and the front door, which was wide open.
And Alex was standing just outside of it. He looked pissed. Well, pissed was kind of an understatement. He looked infuriated, his face red, his fist clenched, his eyes dark, and his arms crossed so tightly across his chest the lines of his muscles were showing. “Are you two having fun out here?”
Muwhaha later me dears x