More than I should.
I love you!
Don’t leave me! Don’t go to her!
The familiar voice screamed at me only to stop the minute Hope collapsed against my shoulder.
She panted against my shoulder as she experienced another release, and then I whispered with a wicked grin. “My turn.”
Hope
HIS EYES BLAZED red as he lifted me slowly into his arms. I opened my mouth to speak, but jolts of pleasure rocked through me, stealing my words. I couldn’t stop those intoxicating zaps even if I wanted to; it was like every time I moved, I was shocked.
He was right.
It would be a good way to go.
I’d never felt anything like it before.
How was it possible to feel so much? To be so sated yet greedy for more of him?
His overly long hair seemed to grow before my very eyes into something out of a fairy tale as rainbow colored strands entwined with one another and then went completely black as night. His eyes went from red to an icy blue that filled the entire expanse of his eyes.
His skin appeared as though kissed by the sun, the smell of rain attacked my senses. And then he spoke.
“You will belong to no one else.” His voice was as commanding as it was heavy, as though the weight of his words had settled across my body pushing me like gravity into the table.
I couldn’t shake the familiarity of his words, the way they burned into my soul like I’d been waiting for them for thousands of years.
Alex’s eyes locked onto mine. “Say yes.”
It was the fighter in me — that demanded I say no. That said he should at least say please.
But I was too overwhelmed to do anything but nod as his head tilted to the side in a predatory movement that had me wondering if he was more animal than man.
My answer came when he quite literally leaped into the air, pulling me with him before literally sucking the life out of me with his kiss.
He drank me.
This wasn’t kissing.
It felt like he was devouring my soul, my entire body clenched as his lips molded around mine, sucking, plundering as his tongue flicked, as he sucked until I thought I was going to pass out.
Air left my lungs.
And then Alex exhaled into me, as if he was bringing me back to life, and at that moment, he thrust into me again. Another breath, another thrust, until he filled me with each exhale. Like he’d stolen my soul and was giving me his.
A loud crack sounded as he slammed his hand against the wall by my head, and then I was in his arms as pieces of dust fell across my cheeks.
“Mine.” He exhaled a kiss. “Say. It.”
I couldn’t breathe, so I nodded as tears streamed down my face. It was perfect. I could feel him everywhere, inside my head, my body, my thoughts. The taste of his air was different.
“Breathe,” he commanded, pulling back just slightly as a piece of charcoal hair kissed his chin. “In and out.”
My vision blurred as I tried to inhale and when I did, the air tasted wet, like a sweet honey-infused sweat.
“Yours,” I finally choked out.