Forbidden Fruit

Kickboxing

Evie

It was official. I punched a vampire right in the nose. My soul mate, who was a vampire.

Way to go, Evie. I stared at my clenched fists and back at the man, whom I was snuggling up to five seconds ago. He clutched his nose with impossibly slender fingers and glared at me.

"What was that for, woman?" His growl, if it wasn't muffled by his fingers, would be impressive.

I pointed a shaky finger at him. "You are a godamn vampire!"

"Thanks for stating the obvious." He grumbled, revealing two white and sharp fangs.

"F*ck." I muttered and glanced around. Supernaturals gyrate against each other and ignored us, lost in their own ecstasy. I circled my tiny fingers round his impossibly smooth skin and pulled him towards the back alley of the club. It was deserted and dark, and no one will intrude on us. Warmth sparked in my fingers and tingles shot up my arms from the points of contact with his arm and I couldn't help but gasp at the incredible feeling. He looked at me, light blue eyes glinting and so beautiful it took my breath away. A redhead near me moaned, and the spell was broken.

I blinked and weaved through throngs of supernaturals, fingers still tightly encircled around his wrist, all the while feeling his eyes on me, a not-so-gentle caress. It made me feel... Powerful. Loved. Beautiful. Delicate. I was surprised by myself. I never once had the intention to seek out these tender feelings, yet just this vampire's presence made those feelings came to me so easily.

I opened the door and we stumbled out of the club. Closing the door gently, I turned and faced him. Icy blue eyes pierced me, a glacier in the ocean, and it took my breath away. I swallowed as his long fingered reached up and stroked my cheek. "Beautiful." He exhaled. I shut my eyes as his warm breath fanned the tiny hairs on my face. His lips, lighter than a butterfly's wings, touched the base of my neck, where my pulse was the strongest. I let out an involuntary moan as arcs of pleasure shot though my entire being. I arched myself towards him. I couldn't stop it. Not when the being in front of me was so gloriously beautiful, so sensual. I gasped as I felt his manhood hard against my soft stomach. 'Feel what you do to me, love?'

My eyes slid shut in its own accord as his lips started to make an ascent. Soft and sensual on my collarbone, a light nick of the fangs...

Fangs?

Holy mother. I pried my eyes opened and pushed him away, keeping him at arm's length, his close proximity was very, very distracting.

He growled, eyes glinting dark blue with hunger. I swallowed. this was going to be hard. very hard.