The Rose Witch - Chandelle LaVaun Page 0,51

he got this blasted pendant off of me.

He was an angel. I was mortal.

I’d seen these movies. It never ended well for the person like me.

“What are you thinking about?” His deep, raspy voice cut through the mental spiral I’d just been on.

I bit my lip and groaned. “Nothing I should be.”

“Care to elaborate?”

How do I say this? How do I put this into words without entirely freaking him out? Without him thinking I’m a total stage-five clinger? The answer was I didn’t know. I needed to be honest, because there was no way I would be able to hide these overwhelming feelings I had for him at this point. But if it was just lust and infatuation, then there was no reason to freak him out. Since he’d be leaving me anyway.

“Chloe,” he whispered against my forehead. “I can feel your heartbeat. Talk to me.”

I pushed myself up, then rolled halfway on top of him and looked down into his gold eyes. “Words are hard sometimes…”

He reached up and tucked my hair behind my ear. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

My chest tightened and burned. My cheeks warmed and my pulse fluttered. Those butterflies in my stomach tap danced like they were in Riverdance. I leaned down and pressed my lips to his. I slipped my tongue in his mouth and licked him. He groaned and cupped my jaw, pulling me closer to him. Heat radiated out of his body like someone had just lit a bonfire. It consumed me, sucking me in until it was all I could breathe. His smoky scent. His cinnamon taste. I was lost to it.

Our lips crashed together. Our tongues dancing a brilliant Argentine tango. Our breaths hot and heavy. I felt a fire building inside of me. Each touch from him unraveled me more and more. I was going to be nothing when he left…and I was helpless to stop it. I rolled my hips and felt him stir beneath me.

I moaned and then he flipped me over, his big body pressing me into the cold hardwood floor. His mouth captured mine, slaying me with every brush of his lips…every slide of his tongue. I moaned and clawed at his back to try and pull him closer. We’d been here for hours yet I still wanted more. I was famished. Deprived. I needed more. All of him. Right now.

He reached down and pushed my shirt up my body – we’d been too preoccupied earlier to care but now I wanted to feel every inch of his skin against mine. He broke our kiss just long enough to force my shirt over my head, forcing my arms over my head. He gripped the cotton and twisted, locking my wrists together and pinning them to the floor. His fingers interlaced with mine.

A little growl left my lips as I sank my teeth into his throat. He threw his head back and hissed. I slid the tip of my tongue up his neck to his chin and he moaned. His lips came down on mine in a soft frenzy. He was tender but impassioned. We nibbled and licked at each other, every inch of our naked, sweaty bodies touching. I arched my back, pressing my body into him with a little moan.

With one hand, he reached down and squeezed my hip. His hand slid a scorching path down my thigh then he gripped my knee and pushed my legs apart. I knew it was coming but when he thrust himself inside of me I threw my head back and moaned his name.

He cursed and rolled his hips over and over and over. Each time he pulled back my eyes rolled back into my skull. I wanted to hold him, to squeeze him, to scratch my nails down his back but he held my hands pinned above my head with one of his. My chest burned. My body ached in all the right ways. His hand slid down my body, melting me from the inside out.

My name left his lips in a ragged whisper that I barely heard over my own moans. I tried to contain myself by biting down on my lip but then he pushed my leg up flush against my body and slid even deeper. My body trembled beneath him, ready to combust. But his hips kept rolling, like relentless waves crashing into the shore. His lips reclaimed mine and my tongue danced with his. And then he moved faster, harder. My stomach tightened. My pulse