“Is that a concession?” he asks.
“Don’t get used to it.”
He is so close to me now, even with the dim light, I can see his features, his cool skin, his lips, those cheekbones any model would die for. The warmth I felt earlier is intensified in the dark and with all the adrenaline flowing through me. Dominik cups my chin.
“Did you consider my offer?”
“I did.”
“And your answer?”
“When I thought your vampires were after me, this was my answer.” My one remaining stake is in my hand, and I press it against his rib cage, pointing upwards to where his heart would be, if he had one.
“I’m impressed.”
“You are?”
“If I were you, I’d have left Budapest by any means possible, not come back to stake me.”
I press a little harder and feel his abdomen hard against mine. The stake is in the perfect position between his ribs.
“All I need to do is push,” I hear myself whisper.
“All I need to do is kiss,” he responds.
My chin tilted to him, gripped between his clawed fingers, his lips brush over mine.
Whatever I was expecting, whatever I thought a kiss from a vampire would be, this is not it. Dominik’s lips are soft, warm, yielding…inviting. I shouldn’t want to do this. I shouldn’t desire it. It shouldn’t heat me from the inside out.
Of all the things I’ve done in my life, this has to be the most idiotic. And the most beautiful.
Lucy
Dominik deepens his kiss,his mouth opening, inviting more, so much more. Despite everything, despite the fact I am kissing the enemy, I find myself responding.
I kiss him back, my hand sliding into his hair, the stake slipping down until it’s hanging by my side and he has his arm around my waist, pulling me against him. Now it’s not just his hard abs I feel…it’s something else instead, something I didn’t even believe vampires could do.
And not only that, whatever he is packing—it’s not a stake and it’s not small. I’d even go so far to say…it’s large, very large. Possibly could be used as a weapon itself.
But I’m a pregnant woman. I shouldn’t be having such carnal thoughts, especially about avampire.
I pull back from him. Dominik’s eyes remain closed for a moment longer.
“You taste like tomorrow,” he murmurs.
“We shouldn’t…”
“Why?” He strokes a finger down my cheek. “I’ve always found not being staked and kissing instead to be much better for my health.”
“And I’ve found staying six feet from a vampire to be good for mine.”
“But the kissing part?”
Fuck!He’s got me there. I can’t deny the kiss curled my toes and many other places too. I can’t deny it’s the first time I’ve felt alive in years and years.
I should deny it all. Dominik is a vampire, my immortal enemy, and I am his mortal one. Although this mortal body seems to have been enjoying his immortal one very much.
So much, I haven’t moved away or attempted to get out of his grip.
