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I didn’t know what he meant when he said I just smelled like me, but I get it now. There’s something essential and primordial in the scent of him, the taste of him, the way his arms curl around me and hold me close to his chest. It’s in all of my senses, filling me up, and I’m overflowing with my need for him in this clear blue moonlight, draped in a dusting of stars.
It’s like I’ve never been awake before tonight.
But I’m awake now, and I’m ready to live.
“Elijah,” I rasp, capturing his attention as he continues to hold me, his face still tilted upwards. He lowers his gaze like his name is an incantation, his pupils dilated, and my eyesight is even better here in this clearing, in the full moonlight.
“I need you,” I say.
I roll my hips against him, holding myself to his body, and Elijah groans as he bites his lip, avoiding my kiss. “There are…” —he pauses— “things I need to tell you. And we’re in the middle of nowhere, we haven’t even found shelter yet.”
“I don’t care,” I say. “Remember that night in the woods? The first night I met you?”
His brow furrows, his breath ragged. “Of course I do.”
“What did you want to do to me that night?” I challenge.
My underwear are already damp, my body on fire. I grind my hips against Elijah again in a silent reminder of where we are, how I feel, what I want—and then his jaw drops, his fingers curling against my spine, digging into my flesh.
“I wanted to fuck you until you couldn’t see straight,” he says. “In the grass, under the moonlight. I wanted to take you andmake surethat everyone knew you were made for me.”
“Sodo it,” I breathe. “I think I’ll explode if you don’t.”
“Are you sure?” he asks.
“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life,” I say.
And I mean that.
In a startlingly fast movement, Elijah bends and practically tosses me to the ground, yanking his shirt off in one fluid motion. I sit up, scrambling for his pants, my fingers sure and certain even in the chaos of undressing him. I yank his jeans down like what lies beneath belongs to me, and Elijah groans as he steps toward me, his erection jutting out.
He said last night was off limits, but tonight…
Tonight, I’m starving for him.
I don’t hesitate as I wrap my lips around the head of his member, swirling my tongue where a bead of white already beads at the tip. Elijah bucks into my mouth, and the most incredible growling sound erupts from his throat, inhuman and enticing, and speaking to me on a level that my brain can’t process but that my body reads clearly asmine. And it makes me suck him further, feeling the strangeness of him, wanting to drink him up. And he tastes like earth, and spices, and plain bars of soap, andElijah, and I need more, more…
I choke when he hits the back of my throat, but I don’t stop. I swallow everything he has to offer, my lips curling around the swelling at the base of his hardness, my hands groping for him as he throws his head back in the moonlight. I touch and feel and taste everything I can, emboldened by the desire coursing through me, the heat between my thighs so intense that I rub them together to try and ease my need.
“Sunshine, I’m gonna…” He trails off, his fingers tangling in my hair, his hips thrusting toward my face. “Charlotte!”
He has topull me off himbefore I’ll relent, holding my head in his hands as he kneels to kiss me, and I feel the press of sharp canines between our lips—though I can’t tell if they’re his ormine. His tongue invades my mouth and I open to him as he lowers me to the grass in the clearing, wildflowers painted in moonlight all around us. I unleash a ragged breath as his fingers slide down the front of my shirt, buttons snapping off and leaving me exposed, his claws out purely for the purpose of undressing me. And then his tongue is lapping at my throat, my chest, my nipples, and I’m tossing my head back and howling at the moon.
His arms wrap around my waist to pull me against him as I grapple for the button of my new jeans, sliding them off my hips, practically tearing myself free. Elijah’s claws press into my ribs, his eyes flashing as he glances up at me, sucking so hard on my nipples that it stings.
He kisses his way down my ribs, over my belly, dragging my jeans off and tossing them to the side. Then his mouth is there again, his tongue on my clit, teasing and sampling when I want him to swallow me whole. “Fuck, you taste good,” he groans. “You taste so fucking good…”
His tongue plunges inside me again, my walls clenching around him, and I start to unravel. Then I’m spinning, spinning, my voice echoing around the clearing as he thrusts inside me with that long tongue, his thumb and his lips working against my clit.
I bite my lip so hard that it draws blood, the tangy flavor of copper filling my mouth as I beg him, “Please,please, I can’t stand it anymore!” And if this is what sex always feels like, I don’t know if I can ever stop, if I’ll never,everbe able to do anything but hold him close and take his cock over and over.
Elijah crawls over me, and I feel him for the first timethere, the tip of him protruding from its sheath, dragging up my folds. Every touch is like an electric shock, and my inner walls flutter like they can drink him in of their own volition. I see the tight control in the way he stares down at me, the muscle in his jaw twitching as he closes and opens his eyes.
He’sbeautifulin the moonlight, like God first etched him in silver and made him a man. His hair is nearly white outside of the Celestial Curtain, and his eyes gleam like oil sheen, his teeth sharp.
And heseessomething in me, his eyes going wide. I want to ask him what it is, why he looks so startled, but all I can do is rub myself against him in desperation, feeling for all the world like I’ll die if he isn’t inside me. So it isn’t ‘why’, or ‘what’s going on’ that slips past my lips as I stare up at him.
“Please,” I whisper.
