Aren't vampires supposed to be freezing cold? Was he somehow different from the rest of his kind?
"I want to know what this all means," she stated and saw him busy watching her at an arm's length distance. She herself was confused, not of the spark of lure between them—no, that was too obvious.
The bewilderment sprang from his side. Was he playing with her? It didn't seem like it, considering all his actions until now. But then again, things were going too fast for her to comprehend anything. His actions indicated something totally different from his expression which always managed to baffle her to the core.
"Just trust me," he spoke, his voice lower than a whisper as his lips grazed her earlobe.
Eva sighed at this new sensation, feeling the whole zoo in her stomach.
For a moment Theo did not move, but she knew that he heard her. His breath sucked raggedly into him, and his eyes turned positively liquid as he gazed at her. "Eva," he said, his voice husky and deep and rough and a hundred other things that turned her bones to milk.
Her breath quickened as he leaned closer, his nose now touching hers but she couldn't gather the power to step back. She realized at that very moment, that this time no matter what he did, she couldn't back up. Her feet wouldn't allow her to move though she knew it would only take one word from her lips to make him stop.
"I think I'm going to kiss you," he whispered.
"You think?" she didn't know how her mouth still knew how to talk with him so close. Closer than ever before...
"I think I have to kiss you," he said, looking as if he couldn't quite believe his own words. "It's rather like breathing. One doesn't have much choice in the matter."
Theodore's kiss was achingly tender. His lips brushed across hers in a feather-light caress, back and forth with just the barest hint of friction. It was utterly breathtaking, but there was something more, something that made her dizzy and weak. Eva clutched at his shoulders, wondering why she felt so off-balance and strange, and then it suddenly came to her —
This was her first kiss.
The way his lips brushed hers, the way he began with gentle titillation, rather than forcing entry—it was not at all what she had expected him to do. But then again, what did she know about him? She was sure that he understood more about her than she did herself.
"Do you want me to stop?" he whispered against her lips, his breath coming in ragged.
He pulled away but kept her close, relishing her little pants tickling his chin. He clenched his jaw and kept his eyes closed, readying himself for her rejection and outrage, but she tilted her head to latch back onto him.
Her gesture was timid but it was enough for him, and he shoved her roughly against the door, swallowing her gasp. His movements were frantic and almost feral as he sucked her in and took greedy nips at her velvety mouth. She kept up with him though her actions were timid; clutching onto his arms with trembling fingers. His hands drifted up her cheekbones and into her silver curls, coaxing a sigh from her that made his hips twitch.
He pressed himself against her as much as he could, dragging his fingertips down her neck, shoulders, and ribs to settle possessively at her sides. He groaned as she combed her nails through his hair, catching a sensitive spot at his spine that made him shiver in a wonderful way. Their hot breaths clashed and Theodore decided he needed more; craved it actually.
He backed his face for a moment to stare at her. A groan almost escaped his lips as he saw how unearthly enchanting she was looking right now. Her eyes were closed, her beautifully long lashes resting on her cheeks. Her chest was heaving up and down with her lips redder than before tempting him to lean in again and have his way with her.
"Tell me to stop," he mumbled against her neck, barely audible.
Looking up, he saw her eyes flutter open and that was the only thing he needed to see to lose his control completely with her.
He slanted his head and leaned down, unable to stop himself.
He moved with fierce lips and a probing tongue, and all the passion and desire a woman could ever want. He made her feel beautiful, precious, priceless. He treated her like a woman, not some commoner, and until that very moment, she hadn't realized just how much she missed being treated like a person. Gentry and aristocrats didn't see the working class, they tried not to hear them, and were disgusted if a commoner ever asked them anything.
But when Theo kissed her, she felt real.
And when he kissed her, he did so with his entire body. His lips, which had begun the intimacy with such gentle reverence, were now fierce and demanding on hers. His hands, so large and strong they seemed to cover half her back, held her to him with a strength that left her breathless.
And his body— it ought to be illegal the way it was pressed against hers, the heat of it seeping through her clothing, searing her very soul.
He made her shiver. He made her melt.
He released her with a loud groan, resting his forehead against hers and drawing in loud and ragged breaths as he fought his cravings. He'd gone too far.
Hell, he couldn't let her see his eyes no matter how much he wanted to look at her slightly swollen lips again and her beautifully tousled hair.
She would be his ruin.
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Three more chapters on the way ^.^!