CHAPTER 17 :

My breathing is shallow and quick, as my lips part, and I inhale. I kiss him firmly, molding his lips to mine. Returning my kiss, he's aggressive and desperate as usual.

I quickly make my hand reach his neck, where I undo the button of his cape as the beautiful satin cape falls free on the hardwood floor.

"I've wanted to do this for so long." He whispers in my ear, and I swear, I felt butterflies in my stomach. Perhaps, he does feel the same tension as I do — between us. His hand does a quick work with the buttons of my shirt, as he throws it somewhere on the floor.

"Oh lord, you have the most beautiful skin." He says, as I feel a blush creep across my face.

He arouses such contradictary feelings in me, that I lose control, completely. Holding my head, he runs his fingers through my hair and pulls me closer to him, kissing me. I moan, against him, as I part my lips, allowing him the full access to my mouth. I'm so turned on.

He tastes luscious. Wine, grapes and experience — a heady mix of flavours. He groans in response, as he scoops me up and pushes me on the bed. I want him out of that pant of his. Fuck, he does taste like an orchard in springtime. I want my fill.

I land on the bed with him on top of me, as the mattress plunges under our combined weight. I deliberately lick my lips, as I kiss him once again. His approach is clumsy, which is a turn on, big time. My pants are becoming extremely uncomfortable and so are his. He intently gazes down at me, as his hand travels to the hem of my pants.

"Let's get rid of that." His hand travels to the button of my pant, as he undoes it, and pulls it right off. Jesus, I want this.

He smirks at me, and he goes down on my chest, emphasing every touch with his kisses and bites. I throw my head back in pleasure. I'm breathless, panting, lost in esctasy. He rises up for a while, as he pulls his leather pants off him and woah! He's magnificient. Even hotter when naked.

"Thanks." He deliberately winks at me. Huh? Oh, mind reading.

"Pull your knees up." He orders, as I do what he says. Have I ever been that aroused? He positions himself, and my eyes are wide, imploring him. Go for it!

Please.

"Okay, my king." He pushes himself, and he's inside me.

"Fuck. Ah, Dravon." I cry out.

"Are you okay?" He asks, and I'm touched by that concern because, I thought he was a vampire playboy, and maybe he is, we'll find out.

I've never felt that desire for somone ever before. So, I let him have his way with me. He starts moving, as he buries himself in me. When I open my eyes, I'm panting, trying to catch breath, and we're forehead to forehead, and he' staring down at me. He kisses me another time, as he pulls out of me, and I wince.

"You're okay, seriously?" He asks, as he lies down beside me.

"Yeah. I am." I reach up to his cheek as I caress his cheek. He smiles at me, as I pull up the new sheets on us.

"I followed you. I watched you when you were sleeping, and when you...kissed Alex, I was there." He presses his mouth into a hard line.

What? That narcissitic, backstabbing wanker, why the hell did he ask me questions if he already knew?