Blade

Chapter 30: A kiss like no other

Sienna

Is this a dream? No, I don't think so, because everywhere he touches sets my skin on fire, a thrilling sensation racing down my spine and curling deep in my stomach.

Blade pinches my nipples, making me yelp, the sound slipping out before I can stop it. That's when I realize I'm not even kissing him back.

What the freaking hell is wrong with me? What do I do?

The thought makes me want to smack my own forehead. Forcing the panic aside, I shove everything to the back of my mind, loop my arms around his neck, and pull him closer until there's no space left between us.

Fireworks erupt in the pit of my stomach as his lips move expertly against mine, each groan rumbling from his throat sparking a fire deep inside me I never knew existed.

My fingers weave through the strands of his soft, inky-black hair, and I tilt my head to the side as he pushes his wet tongue into my mouth, stroking and teasing mine until every buried emotion stirs awake inside my chest.

This kiss is unlike anything I've ever imagined in my entire life.

My heart feels like it's about to burst from the rush of emotions thrumming through my veins.

His thumb traces my cheek with a slow glide while his teeth tug on my bottom lip, sending a sharp spark that shoots straight to my core.

Blade pinches my hardened nipple through the fabric of my dress, and a startled gasp slips past my lips at the sudden contact.

I pull away just enough to drag in air for my tight lungs, only to squeal when his hand clamps around my jaw firmly, dragging my lips back to his.

Fuck! I swear I'm going to die.

The wild fact that we're kissing on stage, in front of a massive audience, doesn't even register in my head. Kissing Blade wipes my brain completely clean, stripping me of words, thoughts, and every sense until I'm left with nothing but the dizzying heat of him.

We kiss and kiss until my lungs beg for air, until I can no longer feel my limbs, until my fingers grow numb from wandering through his hair. The rush of emotions flooding me makes it feel like I might pass out at any second.

Blade finally pulls away and locks his gaze with mine. His eyes are as dark as rain-heavy clouds, and the weight of them steals what little breath I have left. I swallow hard, my eyes flicking down to his pink, swollen lips. Soft and full, the perfect shade of cherries and ripe strawberries. I can't believe those lips were just on mine.

Is it so strange that I want to kiss him again?

Before I can react, Blade slips an arm around my legs and lifts me bridal style, carrying me off the stage as though I weigh nothing.

"Let's get you home," he whispers against my ear, pressing a gentle kiss to my temple.

Home. Not a word I ever thought I'd hear or use when it came to Blade, yet somehow, it fills me with an unfamiliar sense of peace.

A loud yawn escapes me, and my face heats with embarrassment when Blade quirks a brow, smirking at my flustered state.

"Cute," he murmurs, before muttering a string of curses I can't quite catch.

My eyelids grow heavy, and I rest my head against his chest. The steady thud of his heartbeat lulls me, easing every last nerve, until the darkness begins to pull me under.

I don't know how long I'm out, but the pounding headache that greets me next has me biting down on my lower lip to stop a groan from escaping.