His mouth curved in a half smile, a sign of joy and happiness.
"Your name in my language means God's blood is the sweetest of nectar..."
"God's... Blood...?" She purred.
"Yes, Rachael.... and you're my sweetest nectar," his words were soft, yet filled with an undeniable power. Her body trembled as if she was being submerged in icy water. His voice reverberated in her head, and in the depths of her soul and it sent tingles of pleasure to all parts of her.
He leaned forward and brushed her lips with the tip of his tongue. His tongue tasted like mint. Like heaven. His eyes seemed to glow from their own source of darkness.
The man stared straight through her. Rachael was lost in that stare, unable to do anything but return his heated gaze. He pulled back slightly but didn't break contact, staring down at her face.
"No... This isn't right," Rachael broke out of his embrace and took a few steps backwards, holding her already beating heart.
