My Gift and My Curse

Chapter 18

He kissed me.

He was kissing me.

In this moment.

Our lips were pressed together.

But for some reason...I didn't hate it. In fact, I enjoyed it. A lot.

So I kissed back.

When I did, my hands found their way around his neck, while his held my waist. I felt his tongue flick my lips, asking for entrance. I gave in without hesitation, wanting this. Wanting him.

I don't know what came over me, but in this moment, I wanted him. And I knew he felt the same, as he groaned slightly into the kiss. He gently pushed my body back, until I landed on the bed, our lips never parting as he hovered over me.

We finally parted when we needed air, but it was short lived when I felt his lips on my neck. I gasped as he found my sweet spot, kissing and sucking lightly. I shivered slightly, letting out a soft moan before my face turned red in embarrassment.

Stupid virgin!

I felt him smirk against my skin before looking at me. His eyes were dark amber, they only turned that color when he was highly emotional, but what was his emotion? I didn't even know my own.

My thoughts were broken when he chuckled lightly. "You've never been kissed before, have you?"

Damn it...

I nodded slowly, making him smile. "Good, I'm happy to be your first."

Once I controlled my breathing- and my thoughts- I sat up next to him. I tried to speak, but I couldn't find any words to say.

He smiled as he tucked some hair behind my ear. "Good night, my darlin'," he whispered in a way that made me want to shiver, but I held it back.

"Good night," I croaked once I found my voice...kind of.

He smirked slightly, pecking my lips before leaving the room. I let out a long sigh as I laid back on the bed with my thoughts.

What the fuck was that?!?

Why did it happen?

Why did he kiss me?

Why did I enjoy it so much?

I had never liked anyone that way before- mostly because I was never allowed to meet people growing up- and now all of a sudden I'm practically swooning over someone.

Not just someone, Traitor of all people!

I sighed, I needed to clear my head before it exploded. I stood up and went to the bathroom to shower, hopefully I could collect my thoughts enough that I could go to sleep tonight.

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I woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon. My stomach growled as my hunger pulled me out of my sleep. I yawned as I sat up, not bothering to change- (and yes, I left some clothes here, because I came over so often)- before going downstairs. I rangled my knotted hair into a ponytail on my way down, so I looked slightly more human.

I entered the kitchen, seeing Mrs. Vadállat cooking bacon, eggs, and pancakes. Her beautiful sandy blonde hair was packed neatly into a top bun, her skin glowing from the early morning sunlight through the windows, and I had to admire her beauty, though I had seen her many times before.

She caught my scent and looked up, her emerald green eyes sparkling as she smiled at me.

"Good morning, sweetheart. I didn't know you stayed the night," she said in her soothing motherly voice.