Page 56 of Those That Don't Exist
“Sure, blame the shoes,” he replies, not letting go of my waist, holding me against him. A feline grin on his face. He looks younger than I’ve ever seen him. Still a man but one full of youth. Even with five decades separating us he’s still young as Vampires live for a couple of millennia.
“Stop mocking me, I’m cold and wet,” I complain. I swat his chest with both hands before leaving them there. His pecs are solid under my fingers, warm through the soaked shirt.
His hands grip my waist tighter as I explore. It stutters my next breath. We both stop chuckling as our eyes lock. His gaze drops to my lips, his expression softening. It's the same expression he had moments ago before the rain started.
He slides one hand up my back pulling me impossibly closer as he steps both of us back further under the archway and into the shadows. I pull my lower lip with my teeth.
The need to kiss him returns with force, so I decide to make the first move. I watch his eyes as I tilt my head up, releasing my lip. I see the moment he registers what I’m doing, and for a moment I think he’s going to reject me.
Then he bends down, placing a feather light kiss to my lips before pulling back an inch. It felt damn good but was way too short.
I open my eyes, to gauge why he stopped so swiftly. He’s still holding me tightly but his face looks unsure.
In no way was that kiss enough.
I push my hands, from where they’d been resting on his chest, up and around his neck to gently pull him. He tenses for a second but gives in, closing the gap between our mouths again.
This kiss is longer. I savour the taste of him, needing more. He still seems hesitant to deepen it as his lips remain firmly closed.
I test him further by swiping my tongue across his lower one. Will he deny me a deeper kiss? He instantly pulls away.Dammit.
“I’m sorry.” His lips barely move, the two words barely audible above the rain behind us.
“Why?” I’m trying my best not to let the crushing disappointment show on my face. “You seemed so into this before, what changed?”
“You know what I am,” is the cryptic response I get, leaving me confused.
“And?” I ask when he doesn’t explain.
“Bloodlust isn’t the only thing that can make us lose control. I’m barely holding on here Red.” And he pulls back his upper lip, exposing those sharp fangs. My heart races at the sight.Does he want to bite me?
“I want you.” His voice is firmer now. “Lords above, I want you. I’ve imagined a hundred different places I can put my tongue on you. I want to find out what makes your body sing for me, I want to watch you fall apart from my touch, my hands, my tongue, me. But I’m scared I’m going to lose control. You were human and now you’re not, I don’t know how much I need to hold back. I don’t know how breakable you are.”
He leans down again but past my lips, running his nose up my neck instead. I hear him inhale against my skin. A soft moanbreaks out from my throat. Surprisingly, the thought of those deadly fangs plunging deep turns me on further.
“Are you afraid you’ll hurt me?” I reply as he places a gentle kiss on my jawline. Distracting.
“Yes,” he responds. “But I’m also afraid that if I lose control I’m going to forget I’m walking a dangerous line right now. I’m afraid I’ll just take you and make you mine. I know I said I won’t force you into anything but knowing another wants you is bringing out my possessive instincts. I don’t want to lose control with you Red.”
That should probably scare me but it heats my skin instead, like his words are flames licking at my body.I might be on board with the possessiveness in certain situations.
“Why do you call me Red?” I ask as he continues peppering my jaw and neck with the smallest of kisses. I flex my fingers on the nape of his neck, trying to guide him back to my mouth.
“It helps me lie to Adicious. In my mind you’re someone else. I can skirt the truth better.”
“But why Red?”
“Because it's the colour of danger. It's the colour to remind me I should be stopping this. I shouldn’t be letting myself get close to you. But instead I feel like a bull to a flag. I can’t stop. And now I’ve seen your real hair, it seems even more fitting, you’re a literal red flag.”
“Please kiss me,” I whimper. “Or let me kiss you. I’ll be the one in control.”
He straightens to look at me. His nostrils flare slightly as he inhales, picking up on my scent. I’m not even embarrassed this time. I want him to know how much I want him. He nods almost imperceptibly and I smile up at him.
I lean up slowly, touching my lips to him once more. I don’t give him a chance to rethink, immediately asking him to openfor me by swiping my tongue over his bottom lip. This time he complies.
The second our tongues entwine I’m lost in the kiss. I swear fireworks explode across my mind. I twirl our tongues together again and again. Ty’s meeting mine stroke for stroke but he’s definitely the submissive one, letting me lead.Maybe I like his submissive side. It's heady being in control.
I press my body up closer to his in a bid to drive my tongue deeper. He widens his stance so I can step between his thighs. It makes our bodies flush. A moan escapes my throat as I push into his hard erection pinned between us. I do it again, seeking friction, as I hook my tongue around his, the glide sends more sparks flying through my body.
