Enchanted Bloodlines

Chapter 24: Collide in Seven

Roseanne's POV

Diana wasted no time, her intensity engulfing me the moment she pinned me beneath her. The raw hunger in her eyes sent a thrill of both anticipation and desire through my body. She marked me first, her teeth grazing my neck before sinking in just enough to leave a mark, eliciting a moan from deep within me. The sound only seemed to spur her on, and she groaned in response, lowering me onto the bed with care but an unmistakable urgency.

Her hands roamed my body, sending ripples of heat through my skin, trembling as if she were barely holding back from devouring me completely. I could feel the weight of her pressing into me, the overwhelming sensation of her presence pushing me deeper into the mattress, and our lips collided once more. My body reacted instinctively, involuntarily grinding against hers, seeking more of the delicious friction. Who am I kidding?

It wasn't involuntary.

It was desire—pure, unbridled, and aching. The way her body responded to mine, her bulge hardening with every movement, made me gasp, my mouth falling open, which she quickly took advantage of. Her tongue invaded my mouth, dominating me completely, and I surrendered. I didn't want to fight it—I wanted her to have everything.

As if sensing my surrender, her eagerness escalated, and she began stripping away her clothes, teasing me with every piece that fell away. It felt like torture—the slow, deliberate way she peeled back her layers, her eyes locked on mine the entire time, daring me to watch, to crave. And how could I not? Her body was a masterpiece—curved, intense, and mesmerizing.

When her bra came off, I couldn't tear my gaze away from her breasts. Her nipples hardened and begged to be touched. I had never wanted anything more than to feel them in my mouth. My breathing hitched as she stood there, completely bare, her muscles flexing slightly as she moved, her curves a perfect balance of softness and strength.

And then, with maddening slowness, she removed her panties, letting them slide down her legs, and I swear I forgot how to breathe. Her nakedness was a vision—stunning, powerful, and almost too much for me to handle. I couldn't tear my eyes away.

She wasted no time. She was on me before I could process her beauty, peeling my clothes away with practised ease. Her touch was gentle, but the desire in her eyes was anything but. I hadn't even realized I was completely bare before her until the wave of insecurity hit me, and I instinctively tried to hide, turning my face away and covering myself.

Diana only chuckled, a sound that ignited a mix of embarrassment and longing within me. She grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head with a possessive grip. The action sent a shiver through me, my heart racing with excitement and anticipation. Her lips brushed my forehead, soft and tender, contrasting the roughness of her hold.

"My sanity is barely holding on," she growled, her voice thick with need.

I don't know what possessed me, but the words came tumbling out. "You can lose it with me."

Her lips crashed into mine, fierce and passionate, as though she wanted to consume me whole. I melted under her, entirely at her mercy, my body responding to every kiss, every touch. She moved lower, her mouth finding my breasts, and I cried out as her tongue flicked over my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

I buried my head in the pillow, the sensations overwhelming me, but Diana wasn't done. She released my wrists, and before I realized it, her hand had wrapped around my throat, applying just enough pressure to make my heart race even faster.

"Di..." I gasped, but she didn't stop. Her lips were on my other breast now, sucking and teasing, driving me wild.

"Diana!" I moaned louder, frustration and pleasure mixing together.