there was only him and his lips, which tasted crisp and cold, moving over mine. his wonderful scent of peppermint mixed with green tea leaves, rose all around me.
intoxicating my senses. kissing mark was different from the first kiss i had shared with Kyle, under the loopy branches of a sycamore tree on the school playground.
it was perfectly childish. as only twelve years old making out can be. with our noses bumping against each other.
No, if there was any doubt in my mind about Mark's real age, this certainly cleared up the confusion.
there was nothing clumsy, or agressive about his kiss. he took his time, waiting for my mouth to get accustomed to his, before he sought and found entrance inside it.
i didn't know for how long it went on. but somehow, during that time, my hands managed to slip up his shoulder blades to twine themselves around his lush curls. and he must have reached one arm to wrap around my waist to pull me down, because suddenly, i was on his lap. his hand caressing my leg. then all too soon, he broke away.
his eyes were again the same, deep shade of violet. and he wore the exact, stunned look in his expression as he did the night he saved me from the beach. it was as if he'd done something wrong, and he couldn't believe he'd done it.
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the Vampire's Mistress part two
Romancesecond part of the Vampire's mistress, guy hater Angela soon realizes that being a Master vampire's mate is quite a pain in the neck. when the tests are getting more difficult than ever, a beautiful vampire vixen seemingly attached with Mark and he...
