“I can tell. You’re pale.”
He doesn’t snap back. I’ve gotten used to his quips. I’ve even become kind of fond of them to the extent bonded pairs do.
You know, minus the wholekilling my sisterthing.
It’s odd how I haven’t thought about it as much. But maybe that’s because my fingers are occupied. Busy hands, blank mind. That’s how I get through the worst of the worst.
When he settles on the couch near the fireplace, I join him, sliding easily into his lap. He cradles me like I’m delicate. Safety encompasses me while he nuzzles into my neck. It’s such an intimate activity. I forget until it’s happening. I suppose that’s a part of the bond I never recognized until now.
It’s as normal as ever. It’s the tiniest of pinpricks. It’s a quick pull.
Then, he parts his lips and allows my heart to do the work. It didn’t take me long to figure that one out. Considering I don’t grow as faint with Darius as I did with Jasper.
It’s actually kind of nice.
My eyes roll back.
No, don’t go there, I beg. I ignore the warmth growing between my legs. I deny the flutter of movement there, how a hand parts my thighs.He’s just getting comfortable. We usually do it differently.
He remembers. It’s the only reason he’s cradling me like this now. He knows my position. Like how Jasper did.
Yet it doesn’tfeellike how Jasper did.
It’s safe, yes. It’s the right comfort.
My tongue pokes over my bottom lip, daring to make an appearance.
But it’s not the right position.
Stupid, silly, just downright dumb. I don’t need to straddle his lap to feed him. I’m perfectly fine on my side. His hand drifts past my knees and settles in between my thighs. It’s warm, inviting, sweet….
My hips buck.
Hot skin like mine must feel like fire compared to his cool digits. Yeah, that’s probably why he’s doing that. To warm himself. I’m warm. He just wants my warmth.
I’m dying to hump him.
The sudden desire makes me want to retreat. Now that his fangs aren’t in my skin, I can easily pull away. Yet desire keeps me rooted in place. My hips continue their journey, slowly edging toward him, adjusting. Slowly getting right where they want to be.
With his hand so much closer to my slit.
Lightning dances in my center. Darius arches my back, exposing more of my throat for him to sip. His tongue laves over the wounds, a long stroke that dusts my jawline, a sloppy lick that isn’t like him. No, he’s a simple feeder. Hesips.
This isn’t sipping.
It’s not love. It’s just sex. I’m fine as long as it’s just sex…. My thoughts aren’t even cohesive anymore.Wait, no, that’s not right either. What am I thinking?
I’m on my back. I’m cradling him. I’m digging my fingers into his curls.
How did we get like this?
How do we stop?
Why would I ever want to stop?
Because he killed Seline.
Because he kept pertinent information out of my mind.