Of Summer Nights

Dark Blood

Of Summer Nights

Chapter 6

Hey guys, I know I was meant to wait for loadsa votes and update other stories, but I got serious writers block, so I came back too this. I got a brill idea from a reviewer and seeing as I got 5 out of 5 votes for make out, that's what I'm goin along with.

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Stevie Rae POV

Both of us were surprised, the intimacy was something we never did. I leaned forward so his breathe was moving my hair, I turned my face to rest my cold face on his bare breast. I small shiver fell down his spine, making both our bodies move simultaneously,

“You wouldn’t believe how long I've wished too be this close to you,” he murmured to my still figure. His warm breathe felt good against my bare shoulder, I had a slight thought that standing out in shorts and a strap top at night wasn’t the best idea, but there were other things to think about, the fact that our breathes were in time as were our fluttering hearts, or that I was laying on the chest of what is supposed to be my worst enemy!

We had been standing together breathing and beating in prefect synchronization, when my body betrayed  how cold I was, I thought he would suggest I returned to Zoey in the warmth, but he seemed to not want it to end either, instead he folded he wings that should belong to the Goddess of the Night, around my slender figure.

I tilted my head up to read his expression; he looked at peace, like our silent embrace had solved a pressing problem. He looked down after a while and our eyes locked, like a silent agreement, like I had used my eyes to let him in, he leant down towards me, our lips met I had my eyes open he were closed if it wasn’t for the wings that were stopping from collapsing, I would have thought it was Jaime that I was in a tight embrace with. I a way I was glad it wasn’t him; this is the guy that occupied my every thought. I closed my eyes and melted into his body, I moulded my self to fit his masculine figure. When we broke apart, both of us were breathing heavily, I looked up to find his before serene face now crossed with torment,

“That shouldn’t have happened.” He whispered

“But it did.” Was my simple answer. His face changed back to the calm serenity that he had worn during their kiss. Then something struck on him,

“Do you think perhaps we could make our bond stronger?” he asked slowly I thought about what he had said, of course I knew what he meant, but in case he did mean anything else, I decided to play dumb, “What do you mean Rephaim?” I asked trying to sound innocent, I regretted it when he pulled a face like he was in pain, “We perhaps we could, you could...” he broke off and unfolded his wings and pushed me back only to reach out and take one of my hands, he bent my fingers until just one was held up. I wondered which part of his body he would cut. He pulled me close and drew my finger across his forearm, a line of red formed along the cut. He released my hand, which I licked, there was still blood left on my nails. The small taste was like an explosion in my mouth, like fireworks as well. I leant forward, towards the streaming red fountain, I stuck out my tongue and flicked it along the flow, there were more fireworks, and it was like now my mouth was ablaze but in a good way. I moved forward and pressed my lips to his pumping arm, I held his arm to steady myself and push his muscle to my mouth. I let out a moan at the same time as him, it was better than anything I had ever tasted, or felt.

I broke off only to slide my nail across the side of my neck and create a fountain of my own, meanwhile I hooked my free hand around the back of his head to pull him closer,

“Share the link.” I whispered hoarsely. He bent his neck to reach the nape of my throat; “it shouldn’t be like this.” he whispered, before running his tongue along the thin line I had created. I stifled a moan, but he didn’t hold he back his sound of lust was stronger than mine would have been, I let out mine. This was the best; I wrapped my legs around his waist as he sunk to the floor, he worked his free hand toward the waist of my shorts which he used as a starting line to work his way up my ropey top, when he had got to the neck he changed his direction to cup my naked breast. I thought as he had my breast I could hold a piece of him, I wormed my long arm around his long waist to his elasticised cut off jeans, I plunged my hand in side to fondle his pride and joy, we both simultaneously groaned with pleasure, this was pure.

It was his turn to break off, “It nearly dawn,” he whispered, “I can’t stay for much longer, you know what will happen. I want that for neither of us my love.” They had been together for hour though it seemed like minutes. The first rays of sun were just visible across the towns,

“Yes, unless we want to tell Zoey and Grandma.” I stated. He looked guilty,

“I feel like I'm ruining you,” he said sadly, and then a dark expression slid across his face, “Promise me you’ll break up, with your consort.” He asked, I didn’t particularly want too stop seeing Jaime, but Rephaim was more important to my heart.

“I promise.” I whispered, and then stretched up to wipe a drop of still wet blood from his lip, but he caught my wrists in a vice-like grip preventing me from moving, and when I used my free hand to try and do the same, he caught it, too, with the same hand as he had the other. Then romantically he kissed each finger and licked the final drop of blood that he had prevented me from catching. He then kissed my blood stained lips and took flight leaving a single midnight feather to float to the ground.

I practically floated back in to the house as silently as I could manage, our Imprint well and truly still in tact.

Well guys, what do you think?

Was it a bit too explicit? Was it not long enough?

I think there’s gonna only be one or two more chapters after this. Does anyone think I should have Stevie Rae confess about her and Rephaim? R&R your ideas!

Love you guys! Pixx!