HeartBeat

Chapter 31

Chapter 31

Ava

I lay breathless, on his well-toned chest. The feel of it against my bare breasts stirs my arousal again, and my core tightens. Chase groans beneath me, his softening cock, hardening slightly.

I can't help the sound that escapes me. I don't try to restrain it, as I look up and stare into the storms that were his eyes.

There is another twitch inside me, and I clench, feeling the heat of arousal. The sound that comes from me next, is tinkling. A sound that reminded me of the woman I was seeing blurrily in my dreams as of late.

Chase releases a chuckle of his own. He shakes his head, bewilderment clear on his face, but his eyes held an emotion so sweet and gentle, that it releases an equally soft emotion within me.

His smile falters slowly. His hand rises and brushes a stray strand of my hair, behind my ear. I lean into his touch, wanting more of it, even when we're still joined like this.

His fingers trace my face, gently caressing my features. My eyes flutter close, in satisfaction, and contentment. Warmth swirls inside me, soothing my frantic mind, and the now quieting my urge to kill.

I'm grateful that I had the forethought to not kill all his friends, who he also seems, to consider his family. I would not have the pleasure of being in his arms like this.

"This is madness." I peak through slitted eyes, and see his gaze on my face, staring intently, with that same bewilderment but also a very amazed expression.

I open my eyes, willing to lose myself in his gaze for a moment.

"I have never been one for sanity." My lips curling upwards.

His lips do the same, His smile growing and almost blinding me with its beauty.

I almost scoff. I was finding beauty in things now. In people, humans. A man.

Madness indeed.

I look away, and rise slightly, allowing Chase to slip from my body. He shudders, while I release a sigh. There is a mess between my thighs, but I'm unhurried to clean it. It makes me feel marked, and surprisingly some part of me deep within liked that, very much.

Chase tugs me close, so I am now partially laying on him once again. He turns his head slightly, dipping his gaze downwards, to catch my eyes.

"What do you say when you speak Russian?" My eyes widen in surprise, not expecting his question.

I look away, feeling a strange heat crawl up my body. One I've experienced around him before. I clear my throat, before meeting his gaze steadily.

"It's a secret." Chase doesn't get angry, or unnerved, instead he shakes his head, and grins wildly, his eyes showing a smug confidence, as if he knew he would figure it out someday.

Maybe he will, if he memorized the words, and pronunciation. But humans, tended to forget things easily, and google translate is hardly reliable.

I smirk.

"Your fluent then? In Russian?" He looks at me, his facial expression curious.

"Yes. My mother taught me the language." I say instantly. I blink slowly, in my shock at myself. Chase doesn't give me the opportunity to dwell.

"You two close. Your mom and you?" He smiles, as if the thought pleased him.

I freeze in his arms, then force myself to relax, and let the lies come.