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 kissingher 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 thefamily 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.
“Behave!” I whispered in her ear before nipping the lobe, which made her complain, but she did calm down some. She let me know what she wanted by mewling like a kitten until I took her lips again, sending us both over the edge.
I knew she wouldn’t behave for long with that temper of hers, but it was for her own good. No matter what I do, she is going to be hurt, but I had to at least try to make things as easy on her as possible. Anyone else, I wouldn’t have cared as much, but this was my Jessie, my forever girl. There’s no way I could treat her like anyone else.
I followed her scent all the way down between her thighs and almost lost my mind. The heat between her thighs only seemed to intensify that pleasing aroma that seemed to seep into my very being and draw me in.
She’s so responsive, so wild once she lets go. I should’ve been enjoying her reaction to me, but instead, my mind chose now to latch onto something else. Her eyes snapped open when I climbed back up her body and grabbed her throat again. “Were you like this with him?”
She started to say something as she opened her eyes, but I think the look in my eyes stopped her. “Answer me.” For the first time in my life, I think she was at a loss for words. Her mouth opened and closed as the look of fear grew while my hand tightened around her neck.
JESSICA
Why am I so bothered? It’s not like he’d really hurt me, that much I know, so there’s no reason to fear that murderous look in his eyes. It’s not like he’s not always threatening to strangle me anyway, which is all talk. I was trying desperately to talk myself down because this time, he looked like he meant business.
As if! My father would kill him, after my sister and brothers get through tearing him apart. There’s no way, as mad as he seems, that he’d go that far. As his hand tightened around my throat, I decided to test that theory. I stopped struggling, which is just a natural reflex anyway, and turned the tables by running my toe along the inside of his thigh while looking into his eyes.
I saw the look of surprise cross his face before he almost fell off the bed. That hand wasn’t as tight any longer. “What’s it to you?” He looked confused for a second before he remembered the question he’d asked. “You’re playing with fire again.” I just quirked my brow at him and rolled my eyes.
“Burn me then, if you’ve got the balls.” Dammit, he bit my lip then tried to consume me with a kiss. When he went for my neck again, this time I beat him to it. I pulled my lips away, grabbed his hand, and bit his finger none too gently. It was all I coulddo not to laugh my ass off at the look on his face. Poor thing, he didn’t know what to do with himself. He became even more flustered when I sucked his finger into my mouth and moaned.
“You…” He was tongue-tied and outsmarted. I guess that’s why he pulled the next stunt to regain the upper hand. It didn’t enter my mind to question why he was so protective of that towel he had wrapped around his hips, that is, until he pulled it off and tossed it on the floor next to the bed.
My eyes widened when he sat back on his legs, bearing himself to my gaze. I think I lost the ability to speak or even form a sentence for the first few seconds. I flew back against the headboard out of harm’s way because what the hell?
“No, no, and hell no. Keep that thing away from me.” There ought to be a law against this shit. “Don’t come any closer. That looks like an invasion; you could storm Normandy ten times with that missile. That’s a direct deposit to the UTI bank, nope.”
“Are you done? What happened to all that lip you had before?”
“Don’t you worry about my lips, you beast. Do your parents know you’re keeping that thing in their house?”