HeartBeat

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Ava

"What the actual fuck, Charlotte!" A voice shouts in my ear.

It would seem that it wasn't just the wind holding me up. Just off the ledge, Chase stands on his toes, with his arms wrapped tightly around me, and rocks us backwards. Hard.

I slam against his chest, and the force brings us both down. Chase grunts as his back meets the pebbled dirt. His breaths are quick beneath me.

"Why would you do that? Why the fuck would you do that Charlotte?" He asks. His tone angry, confused, and filled with worry. His arms tighten around my body.

I tilt my head back, my head angles next to his jaw. I meet his eyes, finding myself panting as well. Maybe from the thrill of that short, almost fall, or likely from the man beneath me, whose warmth was attached to every cold part of my body.

His eyes are hooded with anger. But there is so much care and worry hidden in those roiling storms, that I find myself once again lost. My lips part.

"Maybe I knew you'd catch me." I say simply, as if totally unaffected.

But my fast breathing, and faster heart, exposes me. I know he feels its thumping, because I can feel his.

His eyes are narrowed, as he gazes down at me. I slide off his body slowly. My side meeting with a softer patch of dirt, that is covered in now crumpled flowers. Chase's arms are still around me, much looser.

My breasts touch his chest, as he turns onto his side. We eye each other quietly, our breaths no calmer than when he had caught me.

I stare deep into that stormy gaze, as it swirls with emotions, I can't keep up with it. Nor can I understand. I know that it was likely that mines held some of the same emotions, which made me want to continue not understanding the sight within Chase's gaze. I couldn't bear with what may be revealed.

Our bodies get closer, my breasts squishing against his hard chest. My body sings and want threatens to consume me. That is something I am able to recognize in Chase's hooded gaze easily.

Our faces grow closer. Our breaths on each other's lips.

Stop. I can't do this. I can't let this happen. He'll ruin all my plans. This lust can be ignored. My siblings have done it before. I can do it. I don't need to take him. I don't have to have him. This is a curiosity, I can't indulge in. This is an impulse I have to ignore.

The tips of our noses brush.

Stop this Ava! You can't. I shout at myself.

Our lips brush. Why can't I ignore this man? Why can't I bring myself to snap his neck and be done with it. I don't know him. He is not one of my clan. He isn't one of my own. Why can't I...

Our lips meet. Its as soft as the brush from moments before. His lips heavier, on my own. New and pleasing. I moan, and Chase echoes, with his own.

Our lips meet in soft presses. Before Chase takes my bottom lip and sucks lightly. A novice to this. I imitate, with his top lip. I must have down it right, since his hands tighten around me.

We switch, pressing our mouths together, and sucking at each other's lips. Its when Chase's tongue licks at my lip that I open my eyes-that I had not even realized I had closed- and gasp at the sensation.

Chase uses the opportunity and claims my mouth completely. My eyes flutter close again and I hum my appreciation, letting Chase completely take control of the kiss. He licks at me, devouring me slowly, before it gets deeper. I copy Chase's movements, our tongues tangling and tasting.