Page 69 of Tainted Gifts
"But no one was even close to tempting me," I murmur in objection, my head almost hurting too much to bear.
I feel the sweat starting to drip from me as my body tries to catch on fire. It hurts. Damn it hurts so much.
"I suppose you were feeling the seduction with your empathic ability. To me, it felt the same."
I suppose his hybrid got really mad after he left and I fucked Jase. That night was incredible.
I nod, not really knowing what else to say. We just lie there, staring at each other, both of us struggling to bridge the uncomfortable silence. Just as I feared, without sex, we don't have much to say.
It took us a very short time to cover everything we felt like sharing. Am I supposed to spend an eternity having sex with nothing else?
Hours tick by, and I'm almost praying I pass out when the pain gets surreal, unfathomably so. I can't hide it from him any longer. I clutch my stomach that feels like it's about to rupture, and I yelp out a strangled cry of excruciating pain.
"Fuck, Aria. How bad is it?" he asks, panic ringing out as he touches me with his painful heat.
I start sobbing, batting his hand away as I curl into a fetal position, doing my best to turn into a small ball. White noise forms in my ears as the pain forces a stabbing, merciless action.
"Shit," he grumbles, scooping me up and making me cry out more.
"Please, stop. Please put me down," I scream, the pain overwhelming me when his heat adds to the ferocity of the fiery heat that is consuming me.
"I'm taking you to him. This was so fucking selfish of me. You're not like me... not like anyone. Your senses are heightened, making every emotion stronger. Making everything stronger. Your pain included. Damn it, I'm so sorry."
I cry harder, shaking my head, but I can't object. I can't speak anymore.
The blurring action he uses leaves my head in a spin. He knocks. using his foot, as he cradles me in my misery.
The door swings open to reveal Jase, shirtless and stupefied.
"Fuck," he murmurs while jerking me from Kellan's arms.
The relief creeps into me slower this time, the pain dawdling, reluctantly leaving at a snail's pace.
"It got too bad. I can't do that to her," Kellan murmurs through strain, leaning over to kiss my cheek before turning away. "I'm sorry."
With that, he's gone, leaving me in the arms of my horrified full blood. I press my face to the bare skin on his smooth chest, trying to drink in his chill and relieve myself of the burning-alive conundrum I have.
I feel the bed before I feel us moving, and he pulls me to him. I wrap around him, greedily soaking in the chill, but it's not working this time. I'm still on fire.
I strip out of my pants, praying for some relief, hearing the air conditioning whining to keep up with the rising heat flooding the room. Jase helps me, pulling my shirt over my head and pressing my skin to his chilled touch.
The sheets start smoking, proving I'm much hotter than I've ever been before. Jase pulls me off them, jerking me to be on top of him and only him as he kicks his own pants off, offering me nothing but skin on skin with the exception of his boxers and my lacy panties that are sizzling against my touch.
My bare breasts press against his exquisitely firm chest, considering I never put on a bra. He slides his fingers through my damp hair, cradling my face in his neck as his breath trails down my body.
It's still not working. I'm starting to worry my heat might hurt him. Before I can say it aloud, his lips are on mine, pushing his cool breath into my body to try and cool me from the inside out.
That works. I feel relief from the painful burning for the first time, and he continues, blowing his sex and candy chill into me, releasing me from the pain as my body slowly comes down from its inferno state.
His body under mine, barely clothed, becomes distracting, heating me up in a different way. I slide my hands into his hair, pushing my tongue into his mouth as my hips start rotating, feeling his incredibly firm erection through the thin fabric.
He moans, gripping my ass to him, pulling me tighter before flipping me to be underneath him and taking control. My body chills to the point of almost being perfect in that instant, despite the heated entanglement we've found ourselves in.
His tongue battles with mine for dominance, and he rips my panties from my body, letting his fingers find the most sensitive spot on me. I moan, spreading my legs and inviting him in, needing him inside me.
"Fuck," he gripes while dropping his face to the pillow beside my head.
I don't care what his hesitation is. I don't care if I do have a counter. I just want him right now. I'm aching to feel his glorious body connected with mine in a way no other man has made me feel.
