Bless The Beauty - By Stacey Kennedy Page 0,21
that he knew my heart belonged to another. We were in this together.
No matter how flawed this situation was, he was mine as I was his.
“I love you,” I whispered in a gasp.
His eyes softened from the possessive state they were in and he smiled sweetly.
“You damn well better if I have to share you.” Then, he drew back in harder.
His body was wicked against mine as my leg stretched to give him further access.
The possessiveness on his face returned as he moved his hands to my hips to grip them.
His face hardened as his thrusts began to build in pace. The moves of his body were forceful to stir his pleasure.
My pleasure was renewed. Little flickers of sensations began to swipe across me in heat waves. I linked my hands behind his neck as he drew his face closer to mine. His eyes stayed focused on mine as his brows drew together, more strained with each rough thrust.
His attentions had the desired effect. The rough embrace forced pressure to build inside my body, yet again. As his cock hardened further, the width and hardness brought an orgasm to the surface.
Our eye contact never broke as we both succumbed to our own releases. He shuddered, his forehead resting on mine as I moaned out in complete satisfaction.
After his trembling stopped, he raised his head and a sexy smile spread across his lips. My smile came immediately after. Yup, a good fuck was the perfect way to ease the tension of the past few hours.
He leaned in and kissed my lips softly. “I love you, too, by the way.”
I laughed quietly and unlaced my fingers from around his neck as he began to back away. I ran a thumb across his lips. “I know you do.”
Right then, a gasp filled the room, loud and shaky.
I snapped my head toward it, a guy in his early twenties stood with a large jug of what appeared to be soap in his hand, dripping all over the floor. His soft young brown eyes wide, his chubby cheeks flushed and his mouth in a perfect O as the soap dripped down onto the floor. Judging, by how much soap layered the floor, he’d been there a while and it hadn’t occurred to me at the time, we might not have been alone in the room we entered. “Oh fuck,” I grumbled.
Chase laughed, withdrew from my body and lowered my leg. “Ahh…” he stumbled.
His awkwardness wasn’t warranted, I had this. Leaving Chase where he stood, and bare-assed, I approached the kid, naked from the waist down. When I drew close, he still hadn’t moved an inch. I snapped my fingers in front of his face. He blinked, blank-faced and looked at me. “You saw none of that. You spilled soap on the floor. Go get a bucket and clean it up and next time be more careful.”
The guy looked to floor and saw the mess. “Shit, I can’t believe I did that. Sorry, I’ll clean it up right away.” Then, he scooted to the back of the room where a steel sink was located.
I spun on my heel to find Chase holding my panties and slacks in his hand. A look of shock filled his face. “So, Kellen isn’t the only one who can do that. Care to explain that?”
“It’s just something I can do,” I replied with a shrug. Taking my clothes from his hand, I quickly got dressed. When I looked up, he didn’t look settled.
“Not getting off that easy.” He gave me a firm look. “What the hell was that?”
Okay, so I’ve never really shown him what I could do as a vampire. He knew the basics. I didn’t like the sun and garlic didn’t really kill me—only a sword to the neck could do that—and I needed to drink blood to survive. But this was one thing I kept from him. I thought it might scare him if he knew that I had the ability to warp his mind. “It’s just a talent vampires have. We can alter…um…mortals’
minds.”
“Anytime?” His face became a mask of disbelief. “You can just walk up to a person, say anything, and they will obey you?”
I nodded with a slight grin on my face. It amused me to see him at a loss.
“I thought when Kellen did that maybe it was just something he could do.” As he finished, his expression shifted to a rebuked look. “You had better not ever attempted that with me.”
“Of course I haven’t.”