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“Just stop,” I reply.
Rory takes a deep breath.
“Okay,” she says. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“I can’t deal with you right now. We can go see the movie some other time. But I’m gonna go,” she says, before walking out the door and slamming it behind her.
I shrug.
If Rory can’t be reasonable and adult about this, there’s not much I can do.
I walk over to my computer and type out the most sincere ‘thank you’ letter I can muster. I can feel adrenaline surging as I type, and the danger of this is still exciting to me.
But it’s still just the proper thing to do.
When somebody gives you something nice, you thank them.
10
CASPIAN
Outside Quinn’s apartment door, the night air hangs heavy but silent — the crickets have left in their wake a stillness that almost screams in my ear. Under cover of shadows, I make my way to her window, crouching against the dim, flickering light that illuminates the entrance to her apartment.
“Sweet girl likes to play with danger,” I hum.
Her blinds are open, and in between the rows exposing the inside of her room I see her sprawled out asleep on her bed; her nightie rides up her smooth, white legs, and the outline of her nipples are sharp against the moonlight that shines through. The flesh that is exposed is milky and subtle, delicate in a way that precious things are – innocent, unadorned.
It doesn’t take me long to shimmy the sliding glass door into her bedroom. The cool air inside the room cannot mask the smell of her – if I had been a mile away, I could still breathe in her scent and recall all my deepest desires for her flesh.
I turn up my nose and sniff the subtle musk of her sweat, the skin thick and acrid in the most intoxicating way I’ve ever known. I close the window as silently as I came in, making sure she doesn’t stir.
She only breathes shallowly, untouched by her surroundings, her breasts heaving up and down and her chest takes in and releases air. I walk to her bed and lean over her as if examining a corpse. She has a look on her face of tranquility, an unknowing that comes from not seeing the dangers right in front of her. Like the necklace around her neck
With this gift bound to her, she will be mine forever.
I take my cold hand and run it over her bare arms; they are cold, almost lifeless, but underneath the flesh I can feel her blood flow with a human rhythm that makes me crave her even more. I smell her hair. I touch those rings on her dainty fingers, where her skin meets gold and forms something anew.
My fangs protrude from my lips and I lean in closer, longing to feed and to expel my lust, to consume her innermost being. Desire warms me, begging to be let out.
“Just a bite,” I murmur, a part of me hoping it will wake her. I can only imagine how delicious Quinn’s fear would be.
Unfortunately, she still doesn’t stir. It makes me want to push her further.
She is mine and only mine – I will stop at nothing to possess her. I’m tempted to take what I want from her.
But not now. Not tonight.
She’s not ready for me.
She doesn’t know what’s in store for her.
I run my long nails down her bare legs. They almost glow with their pale delicacy. Her feet stick out from the covers; long but thick, her toes straight, they represent the delicate and innocent beauty of her entire body.
I run a fingernail down one smooth sole. Her foot twitches, a mere reaction of the nerves, and yet a thrill shoots through me as she starts to pull away. I love the chase.
I put my nose to the sole, inhaling softly, but the cool flesh there leaves no trace of scent; they are the embodiment of everything sensual yet innocent about her.
