Page 86 of Bitten By Bloodmoon
A darkness dances through my mind.“Of fucking course, I want you. You’re breathtakingly beautiful. Your long white hair, your red lips, your body, elegant like it was sculpted by the gods, with every curve designed to perfection. You’re brilliant, and brave, and impossibly stubborn. You’d give up everything for the people you love. You’re everything.”
I rake my teeth over my bottom lip.Please, let him be my mate. Let this man be real. Let me let go of the pain, theheartbreak. Don’t taunt me with this man, only for him to not be my mate and break my heart again like Ambrose did.
Kille—
I slam my mind shut on those words that like to haunt me about him. He kills, but he’s not a killer. I don’t forgive him for killing my friend, but I know there’s a reason why. It will allow me to forgive, to stop hating him even a little bit. I’m just not sure I’m ready to fall that hard for him yet. I don’t need to forgive him to fuck him.
He lowers himself even more, kissing me harder than before with a seriousness to the kiss that tells me we are really doing this, but he’ll stop the second I say the word.
“This isn’t real. You can’t be real,”Nyx says in my head. I love that he can keep kissing me while still telling me his thoughts.
“It’s real. This isn’t a dream,”I say to remind myself of that fact, too.
His hands are bracing himself on either side of my body as he kisses me, still holding some of his weight off of me. It’s as much to keep his hands from touching me, from exploring my body too quickly.
“Touch me,” I beg.
“Where?”
I imagine his hand splayed across my lower belly while he debates whether to palm my breasts or dip his hand into my pants. The second I think it, he starts doing it. He slides his broad hand under my shirt until I can feel it against my bare skin. I can feel his hesitation in deciding to snake up or slither down.
“How can you read my mind so well? Am I thinking the words out loud to you?”
“I don’t know exactly. Even if you’re not talking to me directly, I can hear some of your thoughts and definitely vibes. Especially if they are about me,” he replies.
I kiss him harder, my tongue sliding into his mouth.
“Like right now, I know you want me to do this.”His hand slides up my body until he reaches the edge of my bra. He grabs the top of the cup, dragging the fabric down until my breast springs free. He wastes no time palming my breast with his broad hand.
His touch is cool, like ice; his thumb teasing over the peak of my nipple.
“Yes,” I say.
He smirks against my lips, his body growing harder as he touches me.
“Gods, you smell good,” he says as he kisses down my neck.
I arch into him.“Smell so good that you want to take a bite?”
He stills, his fang scraping lightly over my carotid.“Are you scared if I say yes?”
“No.”My pulse jumps up.
“You are, but you’re happy about it. You want me to, just to find out if it will feel good.”
“Last time, I was passed out. I didn’t like you. I was traumatized. Maybe it would feel different now.”
He drags that fang up and down my neck as his heated breath hits my skin, such a contradiction to the icy touch of his fingers against my nipple that he hasn’t stopped tantalizing while we speak in each other’s minds.
“You’d like it, but I’m not going to.”
“Why not?”
He hesitates.“The most important reason is that I don’t want to accidentally kill you. Your blood is intoxicating. I could lose control and drink all of your blood.”
I suck in a sharp breath.Killer—that fucking word again. I shake it out of my head.
“I’m not afraid.”
