Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Things were heating up down there, and I knew it was only a matter of time before the kitty took over and started a mutiny. She’s so starved she’d settle for anything, the idiot. It’s only when he lifted his lips from mine that I realized that I, too, had been holding him in place with my arms around his shoulders, so much for being indifferent.
The way he looked at me did something to my heart, I won’t lie. I couldn’t read his eyes, but there was gentleness there, maybe some regret, and I’m not sure what else, because my mind strayed when he started brushing the hair back from my temple and forehead.
His touch was featherlike, soft and sweet, which, when added to that look, only confused me more. How did we go from strangulation and forceful kisses to the gentle giant? Is he trying to confuse me? Because it’s not going to work.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” The what now? This bastard, don’t you dare. “Don’t, please don’t.” I had no idea what he was talking about until he kissed the first tear away from my cheek. Why am I crying again? This time, when he lowered his head, his lips were like butterfly wings.
Instead of choking me out, this time, he held my head in place with both hands as he took me under once again, this time with the gentlest of kisses. My poor heart was in turmoil, something only he has ever been able to do to me.
I wanted so badly to give in, but there was a lingering fear holding me back, keeping me in check. But my stupid body and mind were being tempted to the dark side. I followed his lips with mine without intending to, and that gave him the go-ahead, I guess, because his hands were soon roaming over the hills and valleys of my poor being.
If I’d been in control, I might have stood a chance. Foreplay has never been my thing because sex has never been anything more than a quick release, but he had to go and change the game on me. He teased my lips gently, and that only made me hungry for more, until I was the one chasing his tongue.
I was the one holding on to him, keeping him there where I wanted him. He was so thoughtful, keeping most of his weight off of me while he explored my body with his fingers. When he broke the kiss and went on an exploration with his lips and tongue, starting at my neck and making his way down to my chest, I almost forgot to breathe.
Why is he being so soft? Where is the caveman from a minute ago? If he’d kept that up, maybe I would’ve stood a chance, but he was playing with my senses, knocking down those walls that I had carefully placed since the last time I saw him years ago.
Usually, any reminder of that time would be enough to bring me back to earth, but this time I was struggling. “Concentrate.” How does he know I wasn’t? He had his damn face buried in my neck.
“Ouch!” He bit me, sucking the flesh between his teeth. Damn vampire. Why does that feel so good? Why does it make my body tingle? It’s obvious that I’m losing my mind because I didn’t want him to stop.
JULIUS
Why does kissing her always feel like I’m losing part of my soul? And her scent that drives me insane. It’s not perfume or soap, nothing artificial, but very intoxicating. It’s as if her body inhaled all the elements and somehow cooked up a cocktail unique to only her and meant to enrapture me.
I went back and forth between kissing her lips raw and sucking her flesh between my teeth until she was marked from her neck down to her chest. But no matter how much I did it, it wasn’t enough. The hunger just kept growing, like an unfulfilled chasm that nothing could satisfy.
It was like this the last time as well, but I foolishly thought it was a fluke, or because I hadn’t been with anyone in a while, but this seems like way more than that. Maybe it’s a byproduct of the family annoyance, this feeling of being sucked into something much deeper than the norm. Whatever it is, it only happens with her.
It was all a distraction, though, or at least it was supposed to be. I needed her out of control, at the point of no return, before I took her, but somehow I was the one losing my senses. I climbed into bed with her, keeping her body pinned beneath mine but making sure to keep my cock away from her for now, which was torture.
When she moaned into my mouth and moved beneath me in heat, I finally forsook her lips and made my way down to her breasts, which were begging to be kissed. I took my time teasing those morsels of flesh, nibbling, suckling, biting, until her writhing almost threw me off the bed.