I feel every pump of blood that my heart lets out and feel my stomach turn into knots. God, whatever I felt when I stared into Mikey's eyes was on overload looking at Gerard.
His stare was more intense than normal, and so were his facial features. His normal youthful face was sunken in, and the skin around his eyes now had a reddish tint. He was breathing heavily like he came from a run. I looked down towards his chest which was covered by his button-up shirt and tie but the heavy breaths that he was taking showed through.
I let my eyes travel further, knowing that in the back of my mind, I shouldn't. But there was something else that was a part of me. A strong voice in the back of my mind that I couldn't ignore. I let my eyes travel further down.
I looked at his belt and then traveled farther down. And I sucked in a shaky breath. He was aroused, and looking at me like I was dinner.
"Scared sugar," Gerard says in a growl.
I met his eyes feeling my own body heat up, which is uncommon for me. I am not someone who is just ready for someone. I usually need something or at least liquid courage. But as of right now, all I can imagine is him taking me. All I can think about is those beautiful fangs piercing my skin...and I enjoy it.
"I-...I need to eat," I say trying to break whatever weird connection we have.
"Same here. But it's not food that I crave," Gerard says.
Before I knew it I felt his body formed into my back, and it fits. Perfectly.
He isn't as tall as Mikey. But he still towers over me. At least 6 ft. I think that it is just his vampire body, but he is different from the rest. Different in so many, glorious ways.
As I feel him dig into my backside and his fingers grip tightly into my hips, I feel his ribs.
"Gerard," I ask out. In my trance state, inhaling his scent. His scent was better than anything I smelled before.
It was a mixture of Marlboro, leather, and...vanilla. It was intoxicating.
He pressed further into my body, tightening his grip on me, and every bone in my body became jelly. I grip onto the sink to steady myself as my head spins into itself.
"Y/n....you really need that vervain. I smell your arousal right now," Gerard says into my ear, "and I am tempted...so tempted."
I feel two sharp daggers scrape my neck and I start to shudder at the feeling. Just once, I want to know what it feels like. As a journalist, I have read a lot of articles. And I know it could feel amazing.
As I let my mind wander another thought creeps into my mind. Skinny, he feels too skinny to me.
"Gerard. Your body. Are you ok," I ask in a whisper.
I feel him stiffen and every heat that I felt against me leaves.
Before I can turn around a forceful hand comes up when my lips are parted with an object that feels like a flower. A hand comes under my chin while another is over my lips.
"If you are not going to be smart yourself. Then I will do it for you. Do you think that I wanted you right now? Thought I would bite you? Quite the opposite. You discuss me, Y/n. But you are of use. And I plan to use you. Because that is what I do. I use," Gerard snarls.
Tears start to pierce my eyes. My mouth was too dry to swallow whatever he gave me. Not that I want to swallow it, but I don't think he will stop until I do. I shift my eyes towards the sink cloudy with tears and start to frantically hit at the faucet.
Gerard reaches over and turns it on moving his grasp from my chin towards the nape of my neck and I move towards the running water. As forceful as he was before, the hand that was over my mouth was now caressing my cheek as I sucked down the water along with whatever was in my mouth.
