There mysterious girl

Chapter 18

"This game is rigged!" Caius huffed, throwing his cards down. Bella rewarded him with a tinkling laugh. She had won three games in a row, and he didn't know how!

"You're cheating," he accused her.

Her body shook with more laughter at his expense. Her eyes seemed bright in the artificial lighting, and despite his annoyance at not winning such a simple game, Caius had a hard time staying angry when she looked this beautiful.

"You're a sore loser," she teased.

"Sore loser, indeed," he groused. "You're an insolent little wench!"

His grumbling pulled more laughter from her. There was nothing for it, he supposed. Caius was, in fact, a sore loser. Better she know now.

"And you've never played?" she said through her giggles. "What is the opposite of beginners luck?"

That's it, he thought, swiping the pile of cards off the table. They fluttered haphazardly to the floor as Bella continued to laugh so hard that tears were forming in the corners of her eyes.

"I have other uses for that impertinent mouth," he declared, roughly pulling her to himself.

Bella squealed as he yanked her so that she now straddled his thighs, her dress riding up. She may have been about to protest, or possibly make other impudent remarks at his expense, but he would never know. She gasped as he pulled her down, crushing her mouth with his. He had to be careful how much force he used, but found it wasn't as hard as he'd once thought it might be. It certainly wasn't the issue that infant, Edward, had made it out to be. After reading his mind, Aro had relayed the brat's reluctance to be physical, sighting her fragility as an excuse. In reality, the century old vampire had been a virgin with poor control.

The first time he'd seen the sofa Heidi had installed in the library, Caius had declared it an eyesore. He now reconsidered his position on the new piece of furniture. It certainly had its uses. Laying Bella back on it as he planked his body over hers, for example. He wondered if that meddlesome little shit had this in mind when she desecrated the ancient library with this modern monstrosity.

Caius practically purred when Bella's small hands found the hem of his dress shirt, yanking it free from where he'd tucked it into his trousers. She was wearing another dress, thank god, which climbed up her thighs as he settled between her legs. Their kiss intensified, their tongues writhing against one another. He couldn't get enough of her.

Luckily, Bella seemed to feel the same way. She moaned into their kiss, the sound going directly to his cock. Her fingers weren't done with his shirt. Frantically, she worked the buttons, undoing them far too slowly for his liking.

With a sharp tug, Caius ripped the offending garment from his body, tossing it to places unknown. If he was afraid that such a move would scare the sense back into her, he needn't be. If anything, it seemed to inflame her passion. Bella arched her body into his and wrapped one leg over his hip. This brought his straining erection into direct contact with the place it so desperately wanted to be.

There was a sharp intake of breath. Her hands, which had been delightfully roaming the muscular planes of his back, stilled.

"We don't have to go any further," he told her in a low voice, although he'd love nothing more. "When we- I want it to be your choice who you'd prefer to be with first. If you'd rather- with Aro or Marcus-"

"I want you," she said, her voice taking on a husky quality that made something twist inside of him. "And I want it to be natural, not a thing we decide before... Just, maybe not on the sofa? Not the first time, anyway..."

Caius didn't need to be told twice. With blinding speed, he swooped her up and seconds later they were in her room. He would have taken her to his own bedroom, but the bed was an antique and was bound to be uncomfortable for a human.