Page 28 of Forged in Dusk
I can feel my body temperature simmer in my blood, slowly boiling.
Kon pulls back; he runs his thumb over my lower lip, looking into my eyes.
“Princess, that was a sweet hot kiss. I’m walking you home,” Kon says, smiling.
“Yes, that would be awesome,” I say, nodding, my lips turning up.
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Konstantin
I walk up the steps of the charming Victorian house to get Claudette. I’m so stoked that my hands shake; it’s fucking unbelievable. I’m too old to be acting like an adolescent Vampire.
Fuck!
I knock on the door, listening to her footsteps and the soft music.
Claudette opens the door, smiling warmly at me. My eyes roam down her body, hungrily taking in every detail. She’s wearing white leggings with a black off-the-shoulder top and barefooted.
She looks fucking adorable; my body erupts in the wild need.
Fuck!
She walks into me, and I quickly wrap my arms around her pulling her closer to me as she goes onto her toes. I take her lips in a hungry kiss, feeling my incisors start to emerge. I force them back; it’s fucking torture. Her unique scent calls me like no other; it’s a fucking the powerful scent of her blood, it’s sweet ambrosia, and I can’t wait to taste her.
Claudette pulls back, running her hands down my shoulders, holding onto me as she throws her head up to gaze into my eyes. I can see the heated desire in her eyes; she looks so beautiful.
“Princess, are you ready,” I ask, running my hand up her back to wrap around her neck.
I can’t fucking help it; I take another kiss exploring every nook, nipping her lips with my incisors. It’s too fucking hard to resist, but I push them back before I lose control. I run my tongue over her lips to taste her drop of blood, healing the small nick
I pull back to break the intoxicating cloud that’s taking over my mind before I do something stupid, like fucking her against the door frame.
Fuck!
“Kon, I’m feeling a little tired from all of the recent events. Kitty and Marie went out to have some drinks, and I would love to stay home tonight. Maybe we can order out if it’s okay with you,” Claudette asks, looking up at me with her huge green eyes.
I swear that each time, I fall into her soul. These feelings are getting more powerful as time goes on; it’s incredible. But, it doesn’t stop surprising me the pull, the connections that soulmates have.
“I’m good with that,” I say, nodding.
“Awesome,” Claudette says, taking my hand.
We step away from the door; she closes and locks it. Then we walk to the microfiber gray loveseat and take a seat.
“What would you like me to order,” I ask, taking her hand.
“How about some pizza. I have some beer, and that would work, right,” Claudette says, smiling.
“Yes, that works for me,” I say, smiling.
I pull out my wallet from my leather jacket, and I take out the debit card.
“Princess, order the pizza; here’s my card,” I say, handing her the card.
“Awesome, would pepperoni do it for you,” Claudette asks, pulling out her cell phone from her pocket.
Her slim fingers quickly slide over the screen as she places the order. I look around the humble apartment and then look at the girls' picture on the wall. It looks like it must have been when they were in high school.
