Without a word, he quickly moves his hands from where they're resting on my hips to hold my face as he crashes his lips on mine. This kiss is different than any I've had before. It is almost like he is hungry and can't get enough of me to satisfy him. Though we both fight for dominance, I quickly submit, moaning slightly as one of his hands trails back down my body to press me closer to him. He takes this opportunity to dart his tongue into my mouth, deepening the kiss. Struggling for breath, I pull away only for him to growl and tug me back in for another breathtaking kiss.
Did he just growl? I'm overthinking this, and I'm drunk, I chastise myself. Just enjoy the man making you feel such wonderful things.
Once he is satisfied, he releases my lips, much to my dismay, but doesn't pull away from me. Grinning at me, he says, "Well, that was nice."
I snort, "Nice? That was fantastic." I instantly blush, forgetting my filter was slightly broken for the time being as a result of the alcohol coursing through me. He smirks at me response, taking my chin in two fingers and pulling me to meet his lips for a chaste peck.
"You minx," he whispers.
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From a young age, Vanessa has seen the same green glowing eyes, staring at her in her dreams. They looked hungry, almost as if they would swallow her whole. She was your average woman in her mid-twenties, not being exposed to the supernatural world in the slightest. How on earth did she end up as mates with Him?
"What I was going to say was selfish..." He mumbled. I edge closer to him until my hand slowly cradled his cheek. Tilting his head up to look at me.
"Please let me know what it was." I beg him pathetically. He begins to chew his lip and that's when I knew he was nervous. Nervous about what? I'm not exactly sure.
"With everything I said...I was going to say at the same time...never...leave me." He confessed painfully almost. That's when I lost all sense of control and pressed my lips onto his.
Kissing him with all my strength and all the built up desire that's accumulated. I continued to kiss him until at some point my tongue made it's way into his mouth. Tasting a sweet flavor that I've never encountered.
As I got deeper in the kissing I feel myself fly back into a tree. Slammed against it that I felt myself lose my breath.
Trying to catch it, I look up at Achille. His eyes were now a crimson red that intrigued me. He shook his head and suddenly he was gone in a blur. Confused, I stood as I had to pop my back from the hard hit into the tree.
Looking in the direction Achille ran off, I knew I couldn't see him because it'd be a blur. Always thought it was fascinating how when he runs you can't see it. Being a vampire must be...fascinating. Yet he makes it out to be hell.
I can't understand that kind of complicity of being a vampire and the issues. I get it, they drink blood. Though there's multiple things beside humans that offer blood!
He acts like it's so horrific. I would love to know what it felt like for a day. Just one day...