Page 18 of Blood Day: Part Two
He’d wanted me to acclimate to his presence inside me.
I wasn’t sure how I knew that, but the moment I thought it, the more real it became.
Everything Cedric did was meant to help me in some manner, to guide me to a refreshing existence.
It was temporary.
We both knew that.
But he wanted to provide me with enough memories to last a lifetime.
How do I know that?I marveled, seeing him in an entirely new way.Where are these realizations coming from?
He still wore that same expression, sending a chill down my spine. But one twist of his hips chased away the cold, replacing it with a searing kiss against my skin.
My stomach twisted, my thighs clenching around his legs. I needed something more from him, something I couldn’t define.
His fangs?
His kiss?
His power?
My elbows ached from grasping them so hard. I wanted to release my arms and hug him, touch him, worship him with my hands.
But I didn’t want to risk destroying the moment by moving without permission.
His nostrils flared, his pupils conveying the predator lurking within. He was eyeing his prey and debating what he wanted to do.
Play a little more?
Slaughter her?
Devour her?
Worship her?
They weren’t my thoughts, his deep voice seeming to whisper the questions into my mind.
I shivered. “Cedric.” I wasn’t sure why I said his name, just that I needed to speak. His silent intensity overwhelmed me. It left me feeling uneasy and uncertain.
Which, of course, only made me burn that much hotter.
Because I didn’t know what he intended to do. That passionate blend of fear and lust created an inferno of demanding need inside me.
I arched and nearly lost my balance with my arms behind my back.
His grip loosened, suggesting he’d let me fall.
Yet, deep down, I knew he would pull me back up again.
I almost let it happen just to prove my point.
But his palm tightened again as he yanked me more firmly against him.
And captured my mouth with his.
Adrenaline surged through me as he dipped me backward again, his tongue following mine all the way into the water behind me.
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