Whispered Desires

Chapter 11: Venus

JASMINE

I need to make a decision. And fast.

Because the way Kilian is looking at me right now makes my head spin.

I've been looked at with desire, with heat, lust, and need... But his eyes hold something else, too. Something dangerous, visceral, and so damn fiery that I feel every nerve ending in my body go up in flames from just looking at him.

I can't deny that I want him, that I want to kiss the hell out of that cocky grin on his lips. And I know that he wants me. He told me. He showed me, and he definitely made an outstanding effort - I have to give him that.

It's sexy as hell... Well, no, a guy making an effort like that is sexy as hell. Kilian Rogers of all people making an effort like that - that's just Henry-Cavill-in-a-fireman-outfit-level-of-sexy.

"Come in." I can't even control the words, but they leave my lips with confidence as I step aside, watching how a gigantic grin appears on Kilian's lips.

"With pleasure," he retorts, stepping over the threshold without hesitation. Our gazes lock as he throws the pizza cartons on the sideboard in the hallway, and I can't help but swallow when I see that hunger in his eyes again. A hunger directed fully at me, blatantly ignoring the food he promised me.

He slides out of his jacket, quickly disposing it on the chair next to the sideboard before he inches closer to me, rolling up his sleeve as if he was getting ready for a fight. His now revealed muscles twitch as he closes the door behind me, his eyes still trained on me as if he was afraid I'd disappear if he looked away.

For just a moment, I feel like I'm someone else. Because I can't seem to find any words or rational thoughts to figure out how to act right now. But then he pushes me backward, caging me in against that door, his strong arms positioned right next to my head. And that display of power sends me straight back to earth, straight back to the woman I am.

"I thought you'd let me eat before you fuck me," I challenge him, unable to hide the heat in my voice.

"I did, didn't I?" His lips curl into a heated smirk, the fire in his eyes about ready to burn me alive. "Well..." He glances over to the cartons and then right back at me, his breath tingling on my skin as he leans closer, blatantly trying to take the reins as he whispers, "I lied."

His fingers rake through my hair and he grabs a fistful, the movement making me dig my fingers into his nape, desperately trying to regain control of this situation. But before I can even dictate what happens next, he slams his lips on my own, his tongue instantly invading my mouth with so much fervor that I feel dizzy from the impact.

"Didn't peg you as a liar, Rogers..." I whisper into his mouth, hooking my leg around his calf to pull him closer to me. His hard erection instantly presses against my core, the fact that we're almost the same height gives us an advantage, for once.

"Only when it's absolutely life threatening..." He groans before pulling my bottom lip between his teeth and then crashing his lips right onto mine again. "And I've been dying to taste you, Jasmine. My life was in danger, basically..."

I can't help the moan that escapes my lips when he glides his rough hand beneath my shirt, digging straight into my flesh like my body belonged to him. A gasp escapes my throat as I desperately try to catch my breath, but Kilian doesn't give me a chance to. His other hand finds my neck again before he smashes his lips against my own, his tongue seaming my lips before attacking my mouth with an almost possessive force.

"You're irritating the fuck out of me, fire girl..." he mutters into our kiss, suddenly lifting me up by my thighs and pressing me against the door before he steps right between my legs again, locking me in place.