Kyla clenched her teeth, “So, you’re okay with being a rapist?” She tried to shrug him off her chest.
He grabbed her arm firmly with the other hand, “Totally. And I’m tired of talking about this. Let’s shut you up, shall we? This is gonna happen. There’s no way I’m not tasting you and my favourite way to feed is while I fuck.” The way he said that made the tingling in her body rev up an octave.
“I can’t wait any longer. You’re making my mouth water, little firecracker.”
He sniffed the air again, “But I think we both know you’re primed and ready for me. I smell it. I don’t think it’s going to have to be rape.” He leaned in, his lips parted and he was about to kiss her. She squirmed and tried to pull away but was quickly pinned beneath him.
“Wait,” she pleaded, heart hammering against her chest.
“Wait? For what?” he leaned back and looked down at her, looking highly amused.
“Just taste then; no raping. Don’t kiss me.” She offered her wrist, “Drink some and let me go.” She squeezed her eyes shut for a beat but then opened them and stared at him, waiting, but braced.
He looked reflective for a moment. He was hovering over her, balancing in a push-up stance as she lay against the pillows. His breath felt like it was getting hotter on her neck and Kyla was acutely aware of it. Her body was tingling. Her eyes travelled as much of the length of his body as she could make out from this position. She gave her head a quick shake, trying to shake it off. Suddenly she was breathless. Her chest was heaving.
No, no way was she going to fall for his voodoo Love Potion Number 9 vampire charm. She took a breath and exhaled slowly.
He smiled at her, “So you think if you let me bite your wrist you can just leave? And no kissing?”
“I won’t tell anyone,” she whispered, staring right in his eyes. She meant it. What an arrogant asshole! She just wanted the heck out of there. She’d probably wonder every time she saw a gorgeous man for the rest of her life if he was actually a vampire but she’d have no problem taking this secret to her grave if it meant she didn’t have to be put in an early one herself.
He swallowed slowly and frowned, seeming unnerved by her direct stare, her words, something. She took the opportunity to continue, holding his gaze firmly with hers, “Let me go and we can forget all about this. I promise; it’ll be just like you hypnotized me. I won’t breathe a word. To anyone. Okay?”
Damn, how are his eyes so blue, so bright? What was that saying? Beware of boys with eyes of brown, they’ll kiss you once and turn you down. Beware of boys with eyes of blue; they’ll kiss you once and ask for two.
He leaned down and inhaled at her throat again, the tip of his nose touching her skin. Before she could recoil he took the proffered wrist in his hand and took a deep inhale. Kyla winced and waited. Before she knew it her arms were pinned above her head and he was nibbling on her chin.
“No deal.”
She let out a little gasp of frustration. She tried but couldn’t pull away, he was too strong and there was nowhere to go; she was totally pinned. His scent hit her like a wall. A wall of warm fudge drizzled over melting ice cream. Her body weakened.
His non-elongated teeth were on her chin, then he touched her chin with his lips, they were strong but soft. His lips moved up her chin slowly to her mouth and then his tongue slowly and skillfully parted her lips. Her brain told her body to thrash but it didn’t move. She just laid there with her lips slightly parted, shallow breaths taking over, heart thumping hard against her chest wall, and then she felt his tongue dip deep, she also felt his crotch grind against hers. Fuck. He was hard and that grinding action hit her in just the right spot. His lips moved back down to her chin and he nibbled again, hot breath tickling her neck. A moan escaped her mouth and she was shocked to hear it.
Then he stared into her eyes and then his lips touched hers again, very softly. As his tongue invaded her lips and stroked hers again she felt a tingling in her toes and on the roof of her mouth. Now she could taste his scent and it was just as delicious as it smelled, like dessert. He closed his eyes briefly, took in a big breath and then exhaled slowly and softly.
His long eyelashes caressed her cheek, creating flutters in her belly, and he looked into her eyes again, and then, suddenly, her body turned traitorous. He felt so good. He tasted like strawberry shortcake at first and then like a hot fudge sundae. His hair looked so soft, his body, hard, his lips felt both soft and firm at the same time, and she was totally melting into him like one hot gooey mess. Her lips parted and her tongue darted out to lick his upper lip. He let go of her wrists and ran his hands up and down her arms. Then, her fingers were in his hair, which was even softer than it looked, and her pelvis tilted to meet his.