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Ah, that nickname does a strange thing to my heart and it must show on my face as it feels flushed. The tips of his fingers linger on my chin before he slowly moves his hand to my neck and caresses the pulse there.
His tongue darts out to lick his lips, then a slow smile forms on his face and it feels like my ovaries are about to explode.
“I’ll let you deal with those,” he says, gesturing to the tulips in my grasp and taking a step back from me as if he didn’t just wreak havoc on my body.
I clear my throat and nod, unable to string two sentences together before turning away from him and walking toward the kitchen. His footsteps echo slowly behind me, every step causing my heart to feel close to collapsing.
Does he know what he’s doing to me? Does he enjoy doing this?
Taking a deep breath, I remove the string from around the bouquet with shaky hands, but when I try to cut the stalks, my hands are trembling.
I’m freaking out so much that I don’t even feel him approaching me until he places his hands over mine. His touch seems to calm my racing heart, but his next words cause it to spike again.
“Breathe, Angel,”
I sigh. “Do you enjoy doing this to me?” I ask, looking down at our hands and needing the earth to open up and swallow me whole. It’s odd how people say the touch of a vampire is cold and clammy, whereas his touch is nothing but soft, warm, and gentle.
He moves closer, placing a kiss on the side of my head. “What am I doing?”
I chuckle and it sounds strangled while a shiver runs up my spine at this proximity. Everything in me is telling me to take a step away from him, but right now I am deaf to any warning synapses firing off in my brain.
“You know… exactly what you’re doing,” I whisper, surprised at myself for getting out a coherent sentence. “My body feels like it’s on fire when you’re this close to me.”
He moves the hair out of the nape of my neck and leans forward, kissing my bare shoulder and then placing a kiss right at my pulse. This, coupled with his breath on my skin, sends a delicious shiver down my spine and heads right toward my throbbing center.
“Well,” he whispers in my ear, placing another kiss. “What do you want me to do about it, Angel? Do you want me to stop?”
Stop? Do I want him to stop turning my brain into soggy oatmeal while every nerve ending of mine is burning with lust?
“Or…” he murmurs, running his hands down my sides and wrapping his arms around me, his thumb just lightly grazing my taut nipple through my dress. “Do you want me to take responsibility for what I’m doing?”
I gasp when his thumb encircles my sensitive nipple, and I throw my head back against his chest. His hands move downwards over my belly, and my muscles clench in anticipation when he reaches my mound.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispers, slipping his hand inside my dress and caressing the inside of my thigh. “If you want me to stop, I will.”
“N-no…” I moan. “Don’t stop…”
I can feel him smiling against my skin before he spins me around and captures my mouth in a possessive kiss. Every single thought left my mind at that second and all I felt was Valentine as he continued to show me how much he wanted this, too.
My hands were in his long, shaggy hair and I stood on tiptoe while trying to deepen the kiss.
He grins and breaks off the kiss, cupping my face in his hands and lifting my head so I can look at him.
“Breathe, Angel,” he says again, while my heart thrums a mile a minute in my chest. I try to calm my stupid heart, but with him being so close, it doesn’t help.
When I say nothing to that, he simply scoops me up into his arms and places me on the dinner table on the other side of the kitchen. Taking my face in his hands again, his gaze is full of desire as he looks down at me.
“Let me take care of you,” he murmurs, placing a soft kiss on my lips before pushing me back onto the table. I look up and feel his eyes raking all over my body, his hands leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Then I hear a tear and feel the cold air against my naked body, realizing a bit too late that he’s just torn my dress right in two. “So beautiful,” he murmurs, trailing his fingers along my oversensitive skin, and I don’t even have a chance to protest before I feel his warm mouth covering one of my nipples.
I gasp; my eyes shooting open at the feeling of his tongue encircling my nipple while his fingers tease the other. His long hair tickles my skin, trailing a path down my belly when his kisses head downwards.
Nudging my legs open with his knee, he places chaste kisses on my mound right through the fabric of my panties before he inhales deeply, and this causes me to feel mortified as heck. But when he kisses the crook of my thigh, I let out a moan and feel his grip tighten on my thigh.
“Fuck, I love the noises you make,” he murmurs, nibbling on my skin. “Don’t stifle them; show me how much you like what I’m doing.”
He pulls at the waistband of my panties, slipping them down and spreading my legs before getting in between them. Running a finger down my slick folds, he spreads them open and makes a sound of approval at the back of his throat.
