"Just give in doll face." He muttered softly only to send off a confident vibe as he whispered this into my ear, making me shudder. I gaze up at him, my eyes locking onto his as I search for his eyes and for lost words.
"Ok sure, why not?" I manage to croak out, also sounding as strident.
"Consider---" he says but only to cut himself off seconds after as he adjusts to my words. I was the type to always reject his deviously sexy ways, every time he flirted, talked or anything whatsoever; I had always turned him down.
Every time I did that, I was lying to myself.
"I'm giving in." I murmur, leaning my body towards his as I wrap my arms around his neck, inching further by second.
He looks flustered, only to cover that with an unfazed expression, his signature sneer plastering onto his somewhat plumped lips.
"Is that so?"
"I want you." Was all I said after our lips collided together hungrily, moving in sync as we both demanded to taste each other.
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Damon Turner had met Jack Xander after accidentally bumping into him, a bump takes the misfortunate event to make two troubled teens to face one hell of a journey, an adventure to where they meet sex, love and much drama.
The boys had become too attached to separate after facing troubles, even when their relationship is unhealthy, they find each other crawling back, too involved to let go.
"I want you." Became their forever.
"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...