Page 33 of The Second Sight
When I finally had the courage to open my eyes, I saw Seven had removed his shirt. His pale skin was toned with rippling chest muscles and abs that looked like carved stones. He had the body of a god and the hairless clear skin of a Greek statue. My eyes were so focused on his torso I forgot there was a flawless handsome vampire face attached to it. When I finally looked into his eyes, I lifted my heavy body up to kiss him. Maybe my willingness would persuade him to take it easy on me.
Seven wrapped his arms around me and held me close to his chest. The kiss I started was quickly taken over by him. His lips, his tongue, did all the work while I tried to keep up. He trailed his fingers into the nape of my neck and massaged the hairs that were still wet and coiled tightly. Seven leaned me back into the bed and continued to kiss me feverishly only letting me take in a breath every few seconds.
This sensual exchange gave me visions of colors behind my closed eyelids. Colors I had never seen before, tints so vivid and dynamic they didn’t seem real. I traced the toned ridges of Seven’s back with my fingertips and wondered how many other women did the same. I instantly felt insecure and inexperienced.
My brain became flooded with feelings that I knew were there. Feelings I tried to ignore from the moment he tossed me over his shoulder. These were emotions I didn’t know what to do with, so I ran away from them. Seven was unique and special and being a vampire only enhanced him. I believed him when he said he wouldn’t hurt me. I didn’t have any reason too. Men had lied to me before, but he wasn’t a man. He was a vampire and thatdistinction put him above the rest. Far above the ones that never got to sample my body in the way that he had.
When Seven released me from his lips, I tried to follow him up to get more of his kisses. He was above me looking down into my eyes as soon as I cracked them open. I wanted more of him, and I couldn’t pretend with my eyes that I knew were pleading for his return.
“Close your eyes.” He hummed.
This time I obeyed without any push back. I waited for another kiss and didn’t dare to open my eyes when I felt his weight shift on the bed. I was too afraid to see what he was doing. Keeping my eyes shut seemed like the best way not to panic. My entire body tensed when I felt his hand wrap around my ankle. Seven pushed my leg up and placed my foot flat on the bed. Then he did the same to my other leg. I tried to quash the panic that bubbled in my heart, but my legs were open wide, and my pussy was on full display. I imagined that he was looking at my unshaved pussy and watching my sex leak from my hole and wet the bed. I imagined he was staring at my pussy lips and wondering why one was thicker than the other.
All my panic turned into shock when I felt his tongue lick the lips that weren’t attached to my face. His face was nuzzled in between my thighs.
“Oh, my god.” Words I thought I said in my head came rushing off my vocal cords and barreling out my mouth.
I instinctively pressed my legs together but was stopped by Seven’s hands placed on my thighs. My hands clawed at the bedspread as I tried to squirm myself away from his ravenous mouth.
“Seven, Seven.” The only words I could think of to get him to stop eating my cat. This was too much. I couldn’t take this, not from him. His tongue moved too fast. The precision of his licks felt too much like a vibrator. My brain wasn’t ready forthis, and my body convulsed as he flicked his tongue over my clit. Something long and slick entered my pussy, and I knew it was his finger. I removed my hands from the bedspread and reached down to grab Seven’s face. His head was moving too fast for me to grab it, but I managed to grab two separate chumps of his hair. I tried to pull him up and off my pussy, but he was determined to eat me out and make me come all over his face.
He didn’t seem to care that I was sweating and panting and convulsing. My stomach muscles were contracting so rapidly they hurt. I was desperately biting back screams that could wake the dead. The more I fought the urge to come, the more I grew closer to that ultimate release.
With both my hands fisted in his hair I unwillingly released the nastiest wettest orgasm all over his face. I gripped his hair so tightly I had chumps of his platinum blonde locks in my hand when I opened them.
Chapter
Thirteen
SEVEN
Mesmerized, I traced the path of water droplets sliding down the curve of her spine. Kasi’s skin glistened, warm brown against the white towel she clutched loosely at her chest. Last night had changed everything between us. What began as a threat to my kind in a darkened alley had transformed into something new, something unexpected. This was something that made my centuries dead heart stir with an emotion I hadn’t allowed myself to feel since my Basirah.
I hadn’t planned to take her to bed, or to taste her lips instead of her blood, but now that I had, I couldn’t imagine letting her go back to her ordinary human life. Not when she carried such extraordinary fae blood in her veins.
Her innocence should have repelled me. In four centuries of existence, I’d never been anyone’s first. It was too dangerous. There was too much potential for regret if I hurt a human virgin. Yet watching her now with her eyes meeting mine in the mirror with a mixture of shyness and newfound confidence, I felt something dangerously close to love.
“Come home with me,” I said, wrapping a towel around my waist. The words emerged before I’d fully formed the thought.“Not just for a few hours. For the entire day. I want to show you my world.”
She turned, droplets cascading from her damp hair down her chest. “Your home?”
“Yes. Where I live.” I confirmed. “Where I lay my coffin.” I joked, stepping closer to her. “Crackstone Manor.”
“You sleep in a coffin?”
“No, I was joking. I sleep in a bed. My house contains answers to questions you haven’t even thought to ask yet. I have ancient texts about vampires and about the Fae. Perhaps even clues about who your mother is.”
Her eyes widened slightly at the mention of Theia. I’d known it would be her desire to understand her mother’s origins. I wanted to give her the answers she craved, and I also wanted to selfishly lure her back to my place.
“I should call my dad,” she said, but her tone suggested she’d already made her decision. “Let him know I won’t be home today.”
“A text message will suffice,” I suggested, reaching out to tuck a wet strand of hair behind her ear. The casual intimacy of the gesture was a sign that this was destined. “We can leave as soon as we’re dressed.”
Twenty minutes later, we walked down her quiet suburban street side by side. Kasi wore a simple sundress and sandals, her still-damp hair pulled back in a loose bun. She’d applied minimal makeup, just enough to hide the evidence of our sleepless night. She looked young, innocent, human except for the subtle glow in her eyes that marked her fae heritage.
My Porsche waited where I’d left it, half a block away, gleaming obsidian in the morning sunlight.
“This is your car?” Kasi asked as I led her to the passenger side.
