I kept my gaze trained on him as I slowly undid the button and slid my hands inside.
Green turned to black as his fangs dug into his bottom lip. His head tilted back. He was like a god… in that moment more immortal than I'd ever acknowledged or realized.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Ethan
HER HANDS STOPPED MOVING.
I'd killed her.
That was my first errant thought — because at that point, I'd stopped thinking rationally and had moved past logic, straight toward possessing Genesis and marking her beyond recognition.
With a groan, I touched my forehead to hers gently, so as to not scare her into realizing that she was, in fact, ready to give herself fully to something not human.
Her breathing picked up speed again.
I smirked and moved her hands down the side of my hips. When her fingers came into contact with my length, she let out a tiny gasp.
"Care to explore?" I taunted. "Or does the human not like playing with fire."
She gripped me — hard, almost painfully so — considering I was ready to impale the poor thing.
"I can handle it," she whispered in a husky voice.
"Prove it," I smirked, licking her lips again, needing that taste more than I needed anything else in my existence.
Her tight little fingers began to move. I enjoyed her innocence for about two seconds before I was ready to lose my mind.
"What?" she asked when I moved her hands away and quickly ripped off the remainder of my clothes. "I thought you wanted me to explore."
"We'll explore later," I said gruffly.
Her cheeks stained with delicious blood.
"I'm not patient," I blurted. "Not when it comes to you — your taste." I lunged for her. "Your essence."
With a predatory growl, I tugged her bra down and bit between her breasts then licked my way down toward her navel. Her body was made for exploring for hours on end — hours I didn't have — because selfishly, waiting seemed like a horrible idea.
Each lick had her muscles clenching.
Each kiss, her body damn near flying off the bed.
She was sensitive to my every touch. Possessiveness washed over me as I moved down her hips and bit the inside of her thigh, where her life source — her blood — ran purest.
I received a kick to the head. Dodging it, I chuckled and bit the other side of her thigh.
"That… feels… funny." She gripped the sheets in her hands.
"I believe, in this situation, the correct word is amazing… not funny, humorous, or any of the sort," I growled.
"S-sorry." She tried clenching her legs together.
"No." I pulled them apart and gazed upon every inch of her. "You're mine. I get to see every inch of you, I get to lick all of you, and when I'm done, I get to taste over and over again until you scream for me to stop."
"You think I'll want you to?"
I barked out a laugh. "You're only human."