The Evanescence (Fallen Soul Series) - By Jessica Sorensen Page 0,30
inside her.
She lets out this whimpering moan that I’ve never heard before and I just about lose it. There’s so much fire and heat pouring through me—it’s more intense than when we shared the electricity. My hands sneak back underneath her shirt; her skin is so soft and smooth, her tongue warm. She slides her hands underneath my shirt and traces her fingers along the lines of my muscles, instigating a tightening from them. Although I’ve been touched like this before from a few different girls, it’s different with her. It’s real. I’m real.
“Umm… sorry, I was worried something happened to you,” Laylen’s voice drifts through our moment and we pull back, gasping for air. “Clearly, I need to go back into the castle, though.” There’s a hint of laughter in his tone.
“We should probably go inside,” Gemma says, shivering from the cool breeze. She wraps her arms around herself and in the moonlight; I can see that she’s smiling.
“We’ll continue this later.” I thread my fingers through hers and steer us up the hill towards the castle, the windows glowing in the night. As we walk both of us are lost in our own thoughts and, when we reach the front porch, the door is wide open. I hear Laylen and Evan arguing about something as we step inside.
Gemma’s eyes instantly find mine and I’m taken aback by how wide and terrified she looks, when just seconds ago she was moaning in sheer bliss.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, shutting the door.
She shakes her head, clutching onto my hand. “How are you alive—You didn’t have a pulse—You weren’t breathing—You looked dead and I know we’ve both died already and everything, but I saw a brief vision… and it… and it… I don’t get it.”
I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “You really want to know?”
She nods, biting her lip. “Yes, please tell me”
I take a deep breath. “It was our love… It saved me. It’s the reason why I’m still alive.”
At first she looks doubtful and then she looks stunned. Then she’s unexpectedly kissing me again. I kiss her back fiercely and this time I don’t plan on ever stopping.
Chapter 12
Gemma
Alex is kissing me and I don’t want it to ever end. I thought I’d lost him forever and it is amazing to feel the warmth of his lips against mine. I circle my arms around his neck as our bodies crush together. I’m afraid that I’m dreaming and, when I wake up, everything will be gone. That I’ll be back at Nalina’s, fighting over the pendant with so much hate and pain in my body, it’ll drown me.
Alex scoops me up again, like he did outside, and starts to walk towards the stairway with his lips sealed to mine. His tongue massages mine and makes me feel something I’ve never felt before. Something wonderful. I know where he’s going and even though, in the pit of my stomach, nervousness tugs at me; I want him to take me upstairs.
Yet then Laylen says, “Guys, seriously,” and the moment is broken again.
I could seriously hit him right now for interrupting us, not once, but twice. When I open my eyes again, I notice that Alex looks pretty much the same way as I feel.
Sighing, he sets me back down on the floor, giving me a quick kiss on the mouth. Then, taking my hand, he leads me down the stairs to where Laylen’s waiting at the bottom.
“Sorry,” Laylen apologizes. “But we kind of have some other problems to deal with, like Faeries and,” he swallows hard as he steps toward the hallway, “Aislin.”
“I know,” Alex responds, walking with him and pulling me along. “We just got caught up a little bit.” He turns his head and looks at me, giving me a wink and I smile.
The four of us seat ourselves in the living room, ready to make some kind of plan. When I really think about it, it seems like I’ve spent a lot of time making plans only for them to fail. I wonder if there’s any point.
Alex and I take the sofa and he drapes his arm around my shoulder, keeping me close, while I rest my hand on his knee, needing to know he’s alive and real; not just my imagination. Laylen and Evan take a seat in the sitting chairs corner side from us. Laylen kicks his feet up on the table between us and Evan fiddles with the chain on his belt loop.