she didn't have any doubts. She couldn't think of any at the moment as she stared into those dark-brown eyes. She shook her head slowly. "Please don't."
He smiled. "I was hoping you would say that."
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Ciera's whole body was visibly shaking and she couldn't make it stop. She had never lost control of herself like this. She was afraid and excited all at the same time. The need to touch every inch of his perfect body was almost more than she could stand.
She opened her eyes. He was looking at her like he had in his dreams before she covered herself with blood. That look only a person gives to their lover before taking them, body and soul, over to a new realm. He did want her still, and oh how she wanted him. Her hands were still in the same area he had placed them, but she noticed her fingers were moving of their own free will. There was very little hair there, but what he did have, she found that she loved the feel of the soft locks as her fingers glided over his firm pectorals.
He had his head tilted back, moaning softly as if what she was doing to him was the greatest feeling he had ever known. But it couldn't be. She was inexperienced, but it felt natural to touch him as if she'd done it a thousand times, and already knew what would make him happy.
She wanted to touch more of him, so she moved her hands up to his broad shoulders, then ran them slowly down his arms. This was what she had been waiting for. She had never wanted intimacy, and now she knew why. She'd been waiting for him.
Hands shaking, she took his hands in hers and placed them on her waist. He looked down at her with such passion in his eyes. He quickly moved his hands up to frame her face, and only a heartbeat passed before his lips met hers.
There were bombs going off in her body, she was sure of it. How could a kiss affect her this much? He took it slow, relishing every last bit of her mouth. She parted her lips willingly and his tongue slid in to massage her own. Oh, the bliss of this. She was surprised people didn't go around kissing all the time, forever joined at the mouth. Nothing else in the world could possibly matter.
She was suddenly brought out of her hazy state of mind. She'd heard a sound outside his window. They were three stories up and there was no way for a mortal to climb the brick. There was only one thing it could be. She stiffened with her mouth still on his. He sensed her discomfort and froze. Then a louder, more disturbing sound filled her keen ears. It was the sound of pain and anguish. One word screamed at the top of the male's lungs. "NO!"
In one swift motion, she pulled Mitch behind her, and was ready to strike at anything that came through the window to harm him. Nothing came.
Mitch was frozen behind Ciera. His first instinct was to grab his Beretta off the recliner seat and start shooting at the window, blindly, but Ciera had a death grip on his arm. "What…" he began, but her hand went straight to his mouth and covered it.
"Don't move," she whispered, then ran to the window with incredible speed.
She raised the glass frame and scanned the brick surrounding it. She looked down at the street. There was a lone figure standing just outside of the street light's glare. No mortal would be able to see him, but she could. He was staring with disgust in his immortal eyes at her. She had done the unthinkable and he had been here to witness it. She covered her mouth with her hand as she gasped.
What had she done? She turned back to Mitch, who had obeyed her and not moved an inch. He had thought he had been in trouble before, that was nothing compared to the shit-storm they were both facing now. He had no clue. There was no way that he could perceive the trouble they were both in.
She knew exactly what Daneian would do. He wouldn't run to their Parents or the Elders and tattle on her. He would expose her deepest, darkest secret by phone. He wouldn't let her out of his sight
He smiled. "I was hoping you would say that."
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Ciera's whole body was visibly shaking and she couldn't make it stop. She had never lost control of herself like this. She was afraid and excited all at the same time. The need to touch every inch of his perfect body was almost more than she could stand.
She opened her eyes. He was looking at her like he had in his dreams before she covered herself with blood. That look only a person gives to their lover before taking them, body and soul, over to a new realm. He did want her still, and oh how she wanted him. Her hands were still in the same area he had placed them, but she noticed her fingers were moving of their own free will. There was very little hair there, but what he did have, she found that she loved the feel of the soft locks as her fingers glided over his firm pectorals.
He had his head tilted back, moaning softly as if what she was doing to him was the greatest feeling he had ever known. But it couldn't be. She was inexperienced, but it felt natural to touch him as if she'd done it a thousand times, and already knew what would make him happy.
She wanted to touch more of him, so she moved her hands up to his broad shoulders, then ran them slowly down his arms. This was what she had been waiting for. She had never wanted intimacy, and now she knew why. She'd been waiting for him.
Hands shaking, she took his hands in hers and placed them on her waist. He looked down at her with such passion in his eyes. He quickly moved his hands up to frame her face, and only a heartbeat passed before his lips met hers.
There were bombs going off in her body, she was sure of it. How could a kiss affect her this much? He took it slow, relishing every last bit of her mouth. She parted her lips willingly and his tongue slid in to massage her own. Oh, the bliss of this. She was surprised people didn't go around kissing all the time, forever joined at the mouth. Nothing else in the world could possibly matter.
She was suddenly brought out of her hazy state of mind. She'd heard a sound outside his window. They were three stories up and there was no way for a mortal to climb the brick. There was only one thing it could be. She stiffened with her mouth still on his. He sensed her discomfort and froze. Then a louder, more disturbing sound filled her keen ears. It was the sound of pain and anguish. One word screamed at the top of the male's lungs. "NO!"
In one swift motion, she pulled Mitch behind her, and was ready to strike at anything that came through the window to harm him. Nothing came.
Mitch was frozen behind Ciera. His first instinct was to grab his Beretta off the recliner seat and start shooting at the window, blindly, but Ciera had a death grip on his arm. "What…" he began, but her hand went straight to his mouth and covered it.
"Don't move," she whispered, then ran to the window with incredible speed.
She raised the glass frame and scanned the brick surrounding it. She looked down at the street. There was a lone figure standing just outside of the street light's glare. No mortal would be able to see him, but she could. He was staring with disgust in his immortal eyes at her. She had done the unthinkable and he had been here to witness it. She covered her mouth with her hand as she gasped.
What had she done? She turned back to Mitch, who had obeyed her and not moved an inch. He had thought he had been in trouble before, that was nothing compared to the shit-storm they were both facing now. He had no clue. There was no way that he could perceive the trouble they were both in.
She knew exactly what Daneian would do. He wouldn't run to their Parents or the Elders and tattle on her. He would expose her deepest, darkest secret by phone. He wouldn't let her out of his sight
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