Goosebumps cover me completely, from my forehead straight to my toes. The heat spreads through my body as his breathing intensifies with every second.
“Who are you?” he whispers into my ear, and I close my eyes in satisfaction. The heat of his breath travels from my ear to my neck, collarbones, and chest. And then it goes down lower, to my belly, and my stomach clenches at how good it feels.
I can’t compare this to anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s indescribable. My whole body burns from the inside just as much as the outside. At first, I thought I couldn’t handle it. I wanted to run away, to hide and wait for this feeling to pass.
I was wrong. The feeling is turning from pain to pleasure the closer he is to me.
When he extends his hand to touch my arm, I startle, pull away, and turn around to look at him.
“Don’t,” I say. My voice is trembling, and he pulls his hand away.
I so desperately want him to touch me, but I am also terrified of it.
Our eyes meet, and we silently stare at each other; our faces inches apart. His black leather mask covers his whole face, and all I can see are deep, dark, consuming eyes. It feels as if I could keep looking into them forever, even if they destroyed me and I shattered into thousands of little pieces. At the same time, I can’t look away.
“You have a beautiful voice,” he says quietly, almost whispering, looking deeply into my eyes without even blinking.
“Who are you?” I ask, and I feel that my voice is not only shaking, but my whole body is trembling, terrified of this man, just as much as I desire him.
“I was the first one to ask.” He grins at me, and his eyes lower to my lips. After he watches my mouth for a couple of seconds, he licks his lips.
I can’t take this anymore. I gasp for air as if I’ve been running.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” He extends his hand again and places his palm on my wrist. The second our hands touch, the electrical current passes through me, from my wrist through my whole body.
His pupils dilate, and he looks down at our hands.
He felt it too.
“Why is this happening?” I ask, nervously biting my lower lip.
“I don’t know.” He squeezes my wrist slightly with his palm, looking at my mouth again.
“Is that how you feel when you meet your mate?” I can’t believe I said that. That’s what we both were thinking about, I’m sure, but he didn’t dare to ask.
What if I’m wrong? What if it is just how you experience lust? What if he experienced this a thousand times? Am I making a fool of myself?
“I never believed in soul mates.” His voice is hoarse as he says it. He takes a step closer, and now our bodies are standing against each other, my breasts brushing over his chest. “But I think now I do.”
And then he leans down and presses his lips to mine.
CHAPTER SIX
LEONARDO
I haven’t even touched her when my dick was already half-hard, and it becomes like steel when I press my lips to hers.
Those full rose lips open for me as I enter them with my tongue, at first slowly, sucking her in, and then harder, as if I want to eat her whole.
Which I do. I do. I’ve never felt this way before, not in my entire fucking fifteen hundred years. I’ve never felt this aroused, this passionate, this...
...Alive.
What is this woman doing to me? The only second I saw her, I immediately forgot everything else.
I place my hand on her waist, pressing her body harder to myself. My dick pulsates into her stomach, and I’m sure she notices that.
My other hand, lying on her wrist, moves up her arm, brushing my fingers over her silky skin. I place it on her shoulder, but when our kiss intensifies, I move it higher to her neck and turn her head to the side to deepen the kiss.