"What are you doing, my love? Aren't you going to have your revenge?" his taunting voice made me angry, so mad, this is infuriating. How can a mighty being like myself be made fun of?
I was about to get my sweet revenge, but I felt so weak. This can't go on like this.
I jumped him to restrain his hands on top of his head. He looked marvelous at my mercy, but he only smiled shamelessly, those amazing dimples were again controlling my mind. He even dared to wink at me when I couldn't help but stare at him.
I can't deny it, I almost drooled right there. I traced my finger on his chest and neck. The mark of my teeth was on his chiseled skin letting me see that he belonged to me. His blood, his soul, everything.
I lowered my head to kiss his nose, then his eyes, then his cheeks, but he had to wrap his arms around my waist and back and push me to his chest. He was prepared to engulf my mouth.
"Stop it, shameless Duke!"
"Why?"
