My dick wakes up instantly at the sight of her tongue licking at her lip. It was just a few drops, but my cock is as hard as if she just stripped naked before me.
I watched a woman standing next to her, trying to help her clean her dress, extending a napkin. She blocks my view of the beauty, and I get angry, still unable to move.
It feels as if my body is on fire, and I have to run, and at the same time, I feel like I’m paralyzed, unable to move or breathe, forced to feel this struggling that tortures me.
My skin aches with how much I want this woman. No, scratch that: how muchI need her.As if one more second without claiming her will kill me. I feel it in my gut.
I have to do something. I have to come closer and see what happens. Will I feel the same when I smell her? Or will this aching increase?
Another woman is coming to them, a younger one, and they begin talking with each other. I can see my beauty relax as if she’s glad she doesn’t have to keep up the conversation.
I believe they say they will see each other later because the two strangers leave, and my beauty stands there, deciding what to do next.
To my surprise, she walks into my hands, heading to the bar where I’m standing.
As she walks, she nervously looks around. I’m sure she feels my gaze; I know it burns her skin just as much as seeing her burns me from the inside. She hasn’t realized where it is coming from.
As she gets closer, our eyes finally meet. She freezes, looking at me, her deep green eyes round with fear.
Yes, she feels the same way. Her body starts burning harder every second that she looks at me.
Our eyes are locked for a couple of long, torturously long seconds.
And then she turns around and runs away, almost hitting others on her way, rushing onto the terrace that leads to the garden.
No, I won’t let you go that easily, my beauty. I’m going to make you mine tonight.
CHAPTER FIVE
BEATRICE
I can’t breathe. I’m burning from the inside right now. I’m dying.
I run onto the terrace for fresh air. Is it even possible to feel this way simply from looking at somebody?
That man. Who is he? Why do I have such a strong reaction to him?
My mind refuses to think right now. All I can do is freak out about how I feel, trying to do something to make it stop.
Am I experiencing that thing that people call a panic attack? Is that even possible? My heart isn’t beating; I’m a vampire. How can I have all of these feelings?
I walk onto the terrace and grab the balcony railing with my hands to help me stand. It feels like I’m going to faint right now.
I see the stairs from both sides of the balcony leading down to the garden. I want to go there but can’t; my body refuses to listen to me, unable to move.
I try to calm myself by closing my eyes and breathing deeply. In and out, in and out.
The door behind me opens, and I don’t need to turn around to know who’s coming to me. It’s him; I can feel it with every cell of my body. This robust and indescribable power that he has on me. What is this? Is he dangerous? Did he come here to hurt me?
No matter how hard I try to convince myself to run, I can’t do this. Even though this feeling inside me hurts so much that I can’t breathe, it also fulfills me in some weird way. It makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. This feeling has just as much pleasure as pain, maybe even more. It is vital, intoxicating, and powerful; it controls me completely without leaving me a single chance to run away from it.
“I know you feel this too,” a low voice whispers behind me, and I shudder. My knees are weak, and my fingers dig into the railing to keep myself steady. I say nothing in response.
He confirms my thoughts: he felt it, too. That means something is going on here, completely different from everything I’ve felt before.
I feel his smell as he comes closer. It hits my nose in waves, covering me completely in its intoxicating aroma. His scent is the headiest I’ve ever smelled. I inhale it deeply with my nose, unable to stop myself.
He stands against me, his chest to my back. He isn’t touching me, but his body is so close to mine that I feel his breath on my skin.