“Then I don’t want to touch you because it’ll break me.” I wrap an arm around her, tugging her closer to my body, planting my lips over hers.
I explore her mouth, devouring her lips, relishing in how good they feel. I’ve been wanting to kiss her since the moment our last one ended.
She plunges her hands into my hair, combing her fingers through each strand, and I meld my body to hers, my cock painfully straining against my zipper.
She comes up for air from the kiss. “Maybe I want to break you,” she breathes out.
Our pants fill the room. It’s so tempting. Maybe I’m the one that’s lust-struck.
I stare into her eyes, knowing she can’t mean what she’s saying. “I can’t.” I’m trying my best to refrain from anything more, but I grow harder and harder by the second. “I can’t,” I rasp out, dropping my hands from her body.
“What if I don’t want my powers anymore?”
“You don’t mean that.”
She folds her arms around herself, hugging her body. “I just want to be normal again. I just want to live a life where people aren’t hunting me to kill me.”
“I promise you; I’ll keep you safe, but you can’t keep running away from me.”
She looks up at me with her big baby blues. “Promise?”
“Fuck, Allison. I’d promise you anything.”
She lifts her hand, placing it over the left side of my chest. After a second or two, she drops it. “I just wanted to see if you have a heart.”
I let out a breath, but still feel like I’m suffocating. “So, do I?”
“Well, there’s something beating inside there. It could be a cold, black heart, however.”
I smile. “It probably is.”
She stares at me skeptically, like she doesn’t believe me. Like there’s something bigger brewing just beneath the surface.
She’d be right not to trust us.
Fourteen
Allison
* * *
I feel like I’ve just come down from a sexual high. I’m still trying to catch my breath over the events of the past hour of my life. The quote from Victorian Vampires keeps replaying in my head. From Draven’s balcony, I watch him stroll toward Rao, who lounges on the patio, acting normal, like he wasn't just draining the blood from some unsuspecting people.
I turn away and step back into Draven’s room. Maybe I am just crazy, and this is all part of my madness.
I know I’m sane, though. The world around me is not. It’s hard to believe Draven’s a vampire. Even harder to believe that many vampires live among us.
It’s hardest to believe I’m attracted to one of them.
However, when Draven bit my neck, sucked my blood from my veins, it turned me on in a way I’d never been before. It’s sick, right?
Yet, it did.
It wasn’t how I’d expect it to feel. You’d think someone sucking your blood would probably feel like a deep cut, slowly leaking blood until you lose consciousness.
It didn’t feel like that.
At all.