Lost Love || Book 1 || Sylus x Reader || LADS Fanfiction

85. Biting Beast

Young Kitty's Perspective

My heart skips a beat as Sylus wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer until I'm practically straddling his lap. At first, I'm horrified of hurting him, but then I can't help but melt into his embrace. As he tightens his grip around my waist, I can feel the strength and determination with which he clings to me. Under my palms I sense his steady heartbeat hammering against his chest and I notice that his cheeks are finally getting some color. Good, he seems to be recovering more easily now that he is awake.

His heat radiates from his body as he nuzzles his nose in the crook of my neck, breathing in my scent like a sedative. As he whispers his thanks into my ear his warm breath tingles my sensitive skin and my body shivers uncontrollably against him. This moment is all I was wishing and praying for in desperation. But the sudden feeling of finally being in his protective hold again almost overwhelms me. My heart struggles to switch from dark despair to pure delight, wary of believing that everything is alright.

As his gaze entwines with mine, my breath hitches at the storm of emotions raging inside his eyes, his scarlet pupils flickering like flames. His voice is still weak and raspy, but gentle in its tone, as he mentions hearing my song. Shit, why am I blushing? It was the purpose of my song to reach him with my feelings, and like a miracle, it really worked. How fucking cool is that? Sadly, he does not finish his sentence, clearly lost for words. I can't help but being curious about what he was about to say, as he suddenly pulls me closer by my neck.

A firework of sensation explodes in my heart and mind, as the hot touch of Sylus's lips on mine flips my world upside down. The kiss is not gentle and tender, instead it's a desperate and hungry urge as he presses his lips against mine.

It's too much at once for me to handle and I can't stop my body from tensing instinctively. Sensing my initial discomfort, Sylus instantly withdraws slightly, reducing the pressure and urge of his kiss without breaking it entirely. His lips still brush slightly against mine as he waits for me to relax. I know that it must be hard for him to be patient and to hold back after all this time.

"Sorry, take your time." He mumbles, his lips moving on mine while his fingers run softly through my hair to soothe me, gently untangling some strands on their way. My body is hypersensitive to his touch, my skin prickles beneath his fingertips that trail down my neck in soft waves. Sylus opens his eyes to look at me, and the scarlet of his gaze burns like fire, consuming me with his burning desire. I can see that he is holding back with all his might, giving me the lead of pace and intensity of our kiss.

If I think about it, this is our first proper kiss, without insecure feelings, interruptions or life-threatening circumstances. I want to cherish the moment as much as possible, to intently feel each intense sensation of his lips against mine, burning it into my memory.

Hesitantly, still afraid of hurting him in any way, I start to move my lips gently on his own, while I take care to avoid the cables and tubes attached to his body. Sylus just slightly tightens his hold on my neck in response, and under my palms I can feel the rhythm of his heartbeat accelerating. The texture of his lips is soft and firm at the same time, the sensitive skin still brittle from dehydration and rough under my touch as I place featherlight kisses on his mouth.

Getting bolder, my tongue flicks out licking lightly over his bottom lip, tracing its outline with my tip. His flavor explodes on my tongue, and I can't stop a sigh of pleasure, Sylus tastes better than I have even imagined. Like dark chocolate [the expensive one we only got once from Dr. Z for Christmas long ago], seductive and forbidden, mixed with sweet caramel and salt. I might get addicted to his flavor.

His body trembles beneath me at my touch and a soft moan escapes his lips, his warm breath wafting over my cheeks. Somehow, his reaction flips a switch inside of me and my hand wanders up to his neck, my fingers running through his hair, gripping the strands of his hairline to increase the pressure of my lips against his. My lips start to move eagerly against his, my tongue hungrily licking over his lips to demand access, impatient to devour him completely.