Page 59 of Anatomy of the Immortal Species
“I want to prepare you for what’s coming,” he said, his tone growing more serious. “As I mentioned, the transformation is overwhelming. It awakens desires you might not expect.”
She narrowed her eyes, pretending to be confused. “What kind of desires?”
“Sexual ones,” he replied bluntly, his eyes darkening at her reaction. “But don’t worry, little beast, I’ll always be there for you.”
The solid trunk of the tree pressed into Amelia’s back, grounding her. This time, being cornered didn’t weaken her knees – it made her determined.
She shook her head. “I haven’t felt anything like that yet. Maybe it won’t happen to me.”
“Oh, it’ll happen.” Mikhail leaned in closer. “In fact, I think it’s already happening…”
She braced herself against the tree, trying to maintain a semblance of distance between them. “Actually… I lied… I do feel it.”
Mikhail’s gaze dropped to her lips, his voice a hushed murmur. “Do you?”
“Yes…”
He leaned in more, his lips almost brushing hers. Just before they made contact, Amelia parted her lips slightly, her breath warm against his. “I just don’t understand why you think you’ll be the one to satisfy mydesires, when you’ve already tried once and failed.”
His eyes shifted through a spectrum of emotions before settlingon an intense, fiery yellow. For the first time since she had known him, Amelia felt a thrill of satisfaction at having provoked him.
“You lie well,” he said with a hint of a smile.
Amelia knew she was treading dangerous ground, but the power at this moment was too intoxicating to resist. She smirked, considering her next move, savouring the chance to keep pushing his buttons.
Before she could say another word, Mikhail closed the distance between them. Their lips hovered just inches apart, and the fluttering in her stomach became almost unbearable. The first touch of his lips sent a spark through her, igniting a warmth that spread quickly through her body. She willed herself to stay still, to remain as unyielding as the tree she leaned against, but her resolve was slipping.
The kiss was light, teasing, an invitation she didn’t reciprocate but didn’t resist, either. With every passing second, it became harder to remain passive, harder to ignore the attraction between them. Instead, she found herself thinking about where she most wanted to feel his hands.
Mikhail abruptly released her, the corners of his full lips curling into a teasing smile. “I suppose you didn’t like that kiss.”
Amelia took a deep, steadying breath, trying to ignore her quickening pulse. “It was awful.”
“Then let me try again.” This time, his lips found hers with certainty, and she melted into the kiss, her resolve crumbling as he deepened it. Heat flared through her body, pooling low in her belly, making it agonising to keep her hands at her sides instead of tangling them in his hair.
When Mikhail pulled back again, his eyes had darkened, sparking with golden flames that could have scorched her from the inside out. His gaze roamed over her flushed face, lingering on her parted lips. “Better?”
Amelia licked her lips, trying to suppress the shudder running through her. “A little better…” she managed.
Mikhail’s body pressed firmly against hers, pinning her to the tree trunk. She tilted her head up, welcoming his next kiss. One of his hands encircled her waist, dragging her closer, while the other slid down her back, sending a trail of fire along her spine.
A soft moan escaped her when his hand glided lower, brushing against her inner thigh with deliberate slowness. His fingers inched towards a place that sent a shock of desire through her. “Still not liking it, Amelia?” Mikhail’s lips grazed hers with every word.
Her skin burned with need, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. But with one last flicker of defiance, Amelia whispered, “I’ve had better.”
His fingers slipped between her legs, brushing against the heat there, and…dear Lord.He began to stroke her with agonising slowness. Her body betrayed her, arching into his touch. She wanted to taunt him, to cut him off, but his tongue invaded her mouth, stealing her words, and leaving only raw, unfiltered need in its wake.
As she kissed him back with hunger, all thoughts of resistance melted away. A desperate craving for him engulfed her, exacerbated by the understanding that she should resist it. She was weak – weak for him, for the way he made her feel.
Mikhail’s fingers deftly worked on the single button of her pants, and any protest she might have voiced died on her lips. His hand slipped beneath her waistband, the cool air quickly replaced by the warmth of his touch.
“Mikhail…” she gasped, her voice barely more than a breath when his fingers found the sensitive bundle beneath her underwear. A shudder ran through her, and the heat from his hand spread through her body, making her weak in the knees.
Amelia clung to his shoulders, trying to stay upright, but shewasn’t prepared for his next move. He slid a finger inside her, and the gradual, deliberate motion sent shivers of pleasure rippling down her spine.
“For heaven’s sake, Mikhail,” she moaned.
When he withdrew his hand, only to return with two fingers, her back arched, and her eyes fluttered shut. He guided her towards the edge, his movements sure and unrelenting, and she no longer tried to stifle the sounds escaping her.
