“Then let’s make the most of this while we can.”
What I don’t say, is that she is the kind of memory I will hold for as long as the moon shines and the night runs through my veins.Because if I admit that, then this means something.She means something.And if that’s true, then I don’t know how I’ll go back to Sangui City knowing the perfect woman exists, but she’s out of my reach.
Her eyes soften, her fingers brush against my jaw as if buried beneath my skin is the answer.But there isn’t one.We don’t get a happy ever after.
I lift her up by her thighs, marching her back and pinning her against the wall.
My lips find hers.But the way she kisses me is different.It’s not fuelled by lust and heat, it’s slow and longing.I kiss her back, realising that everything about this aches.
Hands and mouths caress each other.Tongues slide, unfurling an aching heat in our mouths.The longer we kiss, the more my stomach knots.
I yearn to take her with me to Sangui City.But this trip is about politics, so we always had an expiration date.
Her hands curl through my hair, insistent, needy.She tugs on my scalp, driving the embrace deeper, more urgent.She grows hot beneath my fingers.I place her on a table and slide the dress over her thighs, running a finger over her lace underwear.
Her mouth grazes my neck, her teeth nipping at the skin.I hiss and pull away as my fangs descend.She grins, the devil in her eyes and demons in her heart.
“Don’t play with fire, Penelope, that’s how you get burnt.”
“What does it feel like?”
“To drink?Or be drunk from?”
“Either?Both.I’m dying to know.When I was in the Whisper Club, I saw this woman and she…” Pink flecks her cheeks.
I pause, searching for the right words.“It feels like serenity and bliss, like molten lava and the glimmering of a thousand moons.It tastes like wildfire and winter air, like summer blooms and all the orgasms under the night sky.”
“Wow,” she breathes.“And for me?”
“It tastes like the biggest orgasm of your life.”
Her eyes bug out at this, and I chuckle to myself.
“Bite me,” she says.
But I shake my head.“Absolutely not.”
She pouts at me.It is, without exception, the brattiest expression I have ever seen.
“And why not?What’s wrong with my blood?”she whines
“Nothing.I would get on my knees and bleed for you, if it meant I got to taste you.But you don’t heal the way I do, and I don’t think marking your pretty, smooth skin right before your sister’s wedding is the done thing.So how about we save that for another time.”
She opens her mouth and then closes it, the realisation washing over both of us that there won’t be another time.
Her eyes drop.My stomach sinks.I hate it when she looks sad.I never want to be the cause of that expression.My fingers find their way to her lace panties.
She gasps.
“You don’t need me to bite you to give you the best orgasm of your life.”
Her expression melts, lust pooling in her heavy eyelids.“Oh,” she hums.“Then what do I need?”
“Just my tongue.”I lean down between her legs, licking my way up her thigh, all teeth and lips until she rests against the wall and spreads for me.
I slide my hands over her hips and pull her underwear off.She has the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.Fuck blood, I’d rather eat this for the rest of my days.
She glistens.I should praise her, tell her what a good girl she is, but I know that won’t work.I grin, knowing exactly what will have her soaking this table.
