Pure Desire

29: Just Maybe

Aurelia's POV:

The minute our lips touched, my entire body ignited with molten fire. I trembled under his warm touch, chills ran through my body. His lips are plump and soft, holding an incomparable warmth, mold so perfectly against my own. I realized he wasn't responding. His body was tense against my touch, his lips unmoving. What the hell am I doing? He didn't want this.

I pull away but was immediately pulled back in. I feel his hands pull me tighter against his body and I let out a gasp, feeling his strengthening hold around my hips. He angles my face upwards to deepen his sweet torment. Lips move softly together, an unyielding desire, an overwhelming need. He was consuming me, but so was I him.

His lips were so soft as they urged mine uncontrollably. I wrap my arms around his neck, letting my fingers get lost within his dark soft strands. I pull on his hair softly, a husky groan escaping him getting lost within my mouth. His mouth opens, biting on my lower lip gently. Both of his arms encase around my form, my every crevice pressed against him. I wasn't sure if I was really drunk from alcohol before until kissing Elias, I realized I was drunk on his lips, him. His tongue darts over my lips, asking for entrance and I let out a gasp as his hand sneakily came around my waist and squeezed my butt. His tongue entered my mouth and I grew hotter, if that was even possible. He was intoxicating my very brand of intoxication, my favorite, kissing Elias was.

The need for oxygen becomes dire and I press my hands against his large chest, pulling away but he didn't stop from there.

He leaned down urgently, his pink warm lips pressed against my throat sensually, reaching my jaw as he took his time. The slight defining lines of his lips gave them the sweetest most tantalizing texture that has chill bumps raising on my skin. He stops his fervent path upwards, trailing kisses back down my throat until he reached the deep indent at which my slender throat met my collar bone. He sucked headily making my breath came out in pants as his hands reached under my knees and lifted me onto what felt like a counter top. He stood between my long and exposed legs as he continued his sweet sensual torture on my neck. My hands ran through his dark locks, grasping firmly.

His arms pulled me closer to him again, until I was completely enveloped in his addicting warmth and spicy scent. The heat of his body made me gasp begging for more as he sucked harder his tongue poking out to lick at the now tender skin making me arch my back.

"Elias," I moaned embarrassingly. A deep growl emits from his chest and after a few moments, I began to feel something sharp along my neck.

My eyes widen as I come to my senses and realize what was occurring. I hiss in pain as I feel a small pinch on my neck.

"Elias," I call his name, afraid. I squeeze my eyes shut when I feel his tongue lick over my neck but only for the small prick to return.

"Elias!" I say louder, pushing him away when I felt a sharp pain and scream when he lets go and I fall to the floor. The throbbing in my neck felt worse as I pressed my hand against it, feeling a small amount of blood.

"Ah," I moaned in pain, "W-What did you do?" I panicked, looking up to him with pleading eyes to help me.

He doesn't move. His silver eyes widened in horror before I could visibly see his guard come back up. His expressions turn dark and anger etched over his features. "Fuck! Why did you kiss me? You shouldn't have done that, I-"

"Stop," I spat, "I didn't make you do anything-" I don't finish when I felt my neck ache with a burning pain and sense to itch.

"Let me see," he demands.