made you do this.”
She honestly believed that. It was so sweet of her, so beautiful that she had fooled herself into believing with all of her heart that this made any difference. He nodded, not wanting to see her cry because of him and her fear of what lay ahead for both of them. He would play along just as she had asked and would pretend with her so his heart stopped aching and the tears in her eyes went away. He didn’t want this time with her to be full of sorrow.
He wanted it to be full of love.
He wanted to find Heaven with her before he faced Hell.
Lilah swallowed, rubbed the heel of her hands across her eyes, and drew a long deep breath. Her forced smile didn’t fool him.
“Come here.” Javier nodded his head, indicating where he wanted her.
She leaned over him, settling her hands on his bare chest, and pressed her lips to his. Her soft kiss warmed him, erasing the hurt and fear growing inside him, replacing it with hunger and love. He held the words back, afraid they would be too much for her to handle and she would break under the weight of them when everything between them was so uncertain. When everything was over and she finally belonged to him, he would tell her that he was in love with her and that he wanted her to be his forever.
Lilah kissed away from his mouth, down to his chin and then along his jaw. He wanted to take hold of her and bring her mouth back to his but the tug of restraints around his wrists reminded him that he was powerless to do as he pleased. Lilah was in control now. He had never surrendered control to anyone before. It had always seemed like too great a risk to him. In the few seconds it would take him to break free, whoever he was with could stake and kill him.
Her hand came to rest on the point over his heart and Javier realised that he trusted Lilah. Implicitly. He knew in his heart that he was safe with her and that she would never hurt him.
And he knew that she trusted him too.
She had let him kiss her when his fangs had been out and had kissed him when she’d had his blood on her lips, both times when he could have easily acted on his lust for her blood.
The thought of biting her had his fangs descending again. Lilah paused and he felt her eyes on his mouth. She straddled his waist and leaned over him, her gaze boring into his lips. Her soft fingertips against his lower lip were a command he obeyed, parting them for her and letting her see his fangs. The beautiful look of fascination on her face as she carefully ran a fingertip over one of his canines stole his ability to breathe and he waited, wanting to see what she would do.
She turned her hand so her palm faced him and pressed the pad of her index finger against the point of his fang, and flinched. The coppery aroma of her blood filled his nostrils and then the sweet fragrance of it flooded his mouth. His eyes changed again and he lurched upwards, every muscle tensing, ravenous for a taste of her. She didn’t shy away or flee as he expected. She bravely remained seated astride him and turned her hand again, so the tiny bead of blood on the tip of her finger touched his tongue. The flavour of her exploded in his mouth and his cock strained against the tight confines of the towel. He bucked his hips, aching for some relief, so hard that it hurt, and sucked her finger. His low guttural groan tore a gasp from her and he tugged at his restraints, hungry to drag her down to him and have her.
“Javier,” she whispered and the sound of his name spoken so reverently by her broke through the haze of his bloodlust and sent him crashing back to reality.
He opened his eyes and stared into hers, her finger still held fast in his mouth.
“You can bite me if you desire it.”
How could she speak to him so openly and with such respect when she couldn’t speak of her master like it? It made him feel as though she was already his, and that was dangerous.
Javier released her finger and she took it back. He shook his head
She honestly believed that. It was so sweet of her, so beautiful that she had fooled herself into believing with all of her heart that this made any difference. He nodded, not wanting to see her cry because of him and her fear of what lay ahead for both of them. He would play along just as she had asked and would pretend with her so his heart stopped aching and the tears in her eyes went away. He didn’t want this time with her to be full of sorrow.
He wanted it to be full of love.
He wanted to find Heaven with her before he faced Hell.
Lilah swallowed, rubbed the heel of her hands across her eyes, and drew a long deep breath. Her forced smile didn’t fool him.
“Come here.” Javier nodded his head, indicating where he wanted her.
She leaned over him, settling her hands on his bare chest, and pressed her lips to his. Her soft kiss warmed him, erasing the hurt and fear growing inside him, replacing it with hunger and love. He held the words back, afraid they would be too much for her to handle and she would break under the weight of them when everything between them was so uncertain. When everything was over and she finally belonged to him, he would tell her that he was in love with her and that he wanted her to be his forever.
Lilah kissed away from his mouth, down to his chin and then along his jaw. He wanted to take hold of her and bring her mouth back to his but the tug of restraints around his wrists reminded him that he was powerless to do as he pleased. Lilah was in control now. He had never surrendered control to anyone before. It had always seemed like too great a risk to him. In the few seconds it would take him to break free, whoever he was with could stake and kill him.
Her hand came to rest on the point over his heart and Javier realised that he trusted Lilah. Implicitly. He knew in his heart that he was safe with her and that she would never hurt him.
And he knew that she trusted him too.
She had let him kiss her when his fangs had been out and had kissed him when she’d had his blood on her lips, both times when he could have easily acted on his lust for her blood.
The thought of biting her had his fangs descending again. Lilah paused and he felt her eyes on his mouth. She straddled his waist and leaned over him, her gaze boring into his lips. Her soft fingertips against his lower lip were a command he obeyed, parting them for her and letting her see his fangs. The beautiful look of fascination on her face as she carefully ran a fingertip over one of his canines stole his ability to breathe and he waited, wanting to see what she would do.
She turned her hand so her palm faced him and pressed the pad of her index finger against the point of his fang, and flinched. The coppery aroma of her blood filled his nostrils and then the sweet fragrance of it flooded his mouth. His eyes changed again and he lurched upwards, every muscle tensing, ravenous for a taste of her. She didn’t shy away or flee as he expected. She bravely remained seated astride him and turned her hand again, so the tiny bead of blood on the tip of her finger touched his tongue. The flavour of her exploded in his mouth and his cock strained against the tight confines of the towel. He bucked his hips, aching for some relief, so hard that it hurt, and sucked her finger. His low guttural groan tore a gasp from her and he tugged at his restraints, hungry to drag her down to him and have her.
“Javier,” she whispered and the sound of his name spoken so reverently by her broke through the haze of his bloodlust and sent him crashing back to reality.
He opened his eyes and stared into hers, her finger still held fast in his mouth.
“You can bite me if you desire it.”
How could she speak to him so openly and with such respect when she couldn’t speak of her master like it? It made him feel as though she was already his, and that was dangerous.
Javier released her finger and she took it back. He shook his head
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