She stumbles, and I hold her arms to steady her.
Yes, a vampire's mode of travel is a bit overwhelming for humans at first.
She looks around with wide eyes. "What? Where are we? How did you—?" She continues to sputter, looking completely adorable in her confusion.
"You didn't know vampires could travel like so?" I ask her, amusement in my voice.
She shakes her head silently, still looking dazed.
"We're in my home. Our home," I clarify.
Her eyes go wide, and her mouth falls open into a little "o" as she looks up at me incredulously. She finally shakes her head, those pretty tresses bouncing with the movement, and crosses her little arms over her chest.
She lets out an incredulous laugh. "You're completely insane," she tells me.
I shrug, completely undeterred by her assumption. "Maybe."
"Look, Jasper," she begins, speaking to me slowly, as if I'm some sort of beast that she can charm. A thrill goes through me at hearing my name on her lips. I want to hear her panting it as I give her more pleasure than she’s ever known. My cock stiffens at the thought, and I have to fight back a groan.
“You have to let me go. I'm not yours. Whatever you feel or think you feel, it's just an illusion." Her eyes are wide and pleading.
I chuckle. She really is completely adorable. Oh, she's preciously naïve if she thinks she's going to talk me out of this or that she has the type of wisdom that I have. I've been alive for centuries whereas she's been alive for…
"How old are you?" I suddenly ask her.
She blinks at the abruptness of my question before she answers, "Eighteen."
Christ, she's just a babe barely out of the cradle—especially compared to me.
So young. So sweet. So innocent. Why does that make me want to defile her even more?
"In all my centuries of roaming this earth, I've been looking for one thing," I tell her as I stalk toward her. "You."
Her eyes are wary, and she takes a step back from me.
I'm having none of that, though. I'm before her in a flash, causing her to gasp and fall back again, but I catch her in my arms and clutch her to my chest.
"Don't tell me you don't feel this connection between us," I rasp against her lips, my passion overcoming me before I claim those sweet lips once again. And God, she's just as sweet as before. I growl into her mouth as I deepen the kiss, unable to help myself.
I feel myself lengthening in my pants. Fire like I've never known courses through my veins, hot and pulsing.
I kiss her deeply like a starving man, and I suppose I am. I've been starving for centuries, thirsting for her, hungering for her.
I trail my kisses along the side of her jaw, pausing when I reach the tender flesh of her neck. I can almost see her heartbeat there. I can certainly hear it, feel it.
She tenses underneath me, no doubt wondering if I'm going to bite her.
It takes every ounce of willpower I have in me to pull back. As much as I'm dying to taste her, I know that now's not the time, so I'll wait.
I'll wait until she's more comfortable with me. I don't want our first mating to be with her fearing me.
With great effort, I pull back from her and note the tremble in her frame, the flush to her countenance, the little puffy pants of her breath, the way her chest is moving up and down rapidly as if she can't suck in enough air.
Oh yes, she definitely feels it too, try as she might to deny it.
I drop my forehead to hers and breathe out an admission. "Fuck, how you do tempt me, little bird."
She takes in a shaky breath before she hits me with another plea. "Please let me go. This is all a mistake."