"Is it working?"
"No."
"Damn it!" I toss the helmet back to him, and he laughs. "Wait a minute…"
"I won’t eat garlic, Neo."
"Why?"
"Because I am planning to kiss you." He leaps onto the counter with the helmet placed on his lap. His fingers run through his damp hair, clearing strands that fall over his brow.
"In your dreams, bat boy."
"That was the event of last night."
I stroll on the opposite side of the counter, Nox’ back facing me. "Was it? Did you dream about me?"
"Would you like details?"
"You know my answer..."
He unexpectedly shows up behind me, seizing the blade from my hand. "You know…" his hand gently lifts my chin, unveiling my neck to his gaze. "You are a sneaky little witch."
"I just need your blood."
"Manners?"
"Please…" I roll my eyes.
He draws the blade to his throat.
"Then let me bleed for you, nightshade."
"But I wanted to do it…"
"We cut together, you take the blood, with your tongue." He captures my hand, placing the blade gently between my fingers. With deft precision, he grips both my hands and the shimmering steel and cuts into his neck. The skin breaks, exposing the underlying tissues. Almost instantly, blood starts seeping from the injury site, escaping, gradually forming a glossy sheen over the cut. He spins me swiftly, my breasts colliding with his chest. Drawing me near, he envelops me in his embrace. I study the wound, a silent storm brewing in me. Instinctively, my lips find his neck, pressing softly against the fragile skin. My tongue flicks out, gathering his blood like children gathering the Halloween candy from each house. His taste is metallic, slightly salty, and somewhat bitter. I pull my lips from his neck, and he catches my chin, bringing his mouth to mine.
CHAPTER 20
The second I touch her bloody tongue with mine, there’s a moment of recognition—a sharp, metallic edge that lingers and coats our mouths. Blood is blood. And having mine on her tongue is so fucking hot.
"How is this blood collecting?"
"It’s not. I said I was planning to kiss you."
"Now you’ll have to do more than that." She whispers on my lips.
I twist her complete figure and tilt her over the counter. She elegantly sways her hips, her ass rubbing against my cock. I lean in, brushing my lips on her shoulder.
"I want to fuck you like this."
She smiles, curving her spine. Bent over, wearing a black mini skirt, her thighs are completely exposed. I put my cock on her ass, rubbing it against her cheeks. Fuck. To have her like this. Her hand stretches out to me, gliding over me slowly while she shifts her hips. So slow. My fingers dance in circles on her, tracing pleasure’s map. I enjoy each moan that escapes her lips.
"I want you inside… me."
"Manners?" I bite the skin on her neck.
"Just fuck me, already."
