Page 67 of Resurrection
“What is bothering you, April?” A knowing look enters those dark orbs and I really, really want to jam my fingers in them. “You don’t like knowing another woman has touched me? I am long centuries old, my redemption. Those are many lifetimes.”
“We were talking about the traitor you sent to befriend me, asshole. Don’t you dare change the subject. I don’t give a fuck who you’ve been with.”
“Should I go kill her?” he repeats, watching me unblinking. “I will go do it now if that is your wish.”
“Why would I want you to kill her?” Lifting my chin stubbornly, I swallow the stupidjealousy. “I don’t care who you fuck.”
“Is that so?” The sides of his lips quirk up, his smoldering gaze not moving away from me.
“Yes, that’s so.” Looking down my nose at him, I stubbornly refuse to look away.
We stay like that, staring at each other for so long I’m sure my neck will develop a kink, and it’ll hurt like a bitch when I finally move. I’m glaring bloody murder, and he is trying to burn me with his eyes, the smile growing on his face the longer I stare at him.
“Have you fed from her since the night I was transformed?” I hear my voice like from outside of my body.
I honestly can’t be this pathetic. I just can’t. Yet, it’s my mouth moving and my voice asking the damn question.
“No.” That smile grows impossibly wide, his fangs extending from under his upper lip. “But I do feel like feeding now.”
Chapter Sixty-Four
Caught in Sebastian’s gaze, I’m unable to free myself so I can think of a way out. Even in the water, he is unnaturally still, a predator in his prime, his full attention on me. Those are qualities that I always associate with Sebastian. It’s what makes him a great leader and why each one of his people will follow him to their deaths without question. When he gives you his full attention, nothing else in the world exists. He sucks up all the oxygen around him, and you know that you can live or die at his whim.
The problem I’m facing at the moment is, I now have a predator in me as well. He got her attention, and she wants to play. Oh, how she wants to play. If he had any idea, he would be grabbing the clothes he so casually threw away and run from this space.
My skin pebbles, and the water feels cool to my fevered skin when he comes close, unaware of my internal debates. My body trembles with the strength of my conflicting emotions. How can you hate someone so much for what they’ve done to you that you want nothing more than to see them on their knees begging formercy, while at the same time feeling that you won’t be able to continue breathing if they are not present in your life?
“April?” His hand cups my face, his thumb scraping gently over my cheekbone.
My breath is coming in small puffs, raising goosebumps on his skin where it coasts over his chest. This is the first time I watch the monster inside me take control. She will know what to do with him. Me, on the other hand…I feel inadequate, a girl from the sewers that can never in her wildest dreams learn how to handle someone like Sebastian.
Someone larger than life.
“I want you.” His deep voice reverberates through my entire being.
Pressing my thighs together, my channel clenching and feeling empty at his words, I stare in horror when his eyes glide over my face and neck before centering on my breasts, the hardened nipples bobbing in the water between us, begging for his attention. A pained groan sounds around us, the water amplifying it. His hand glides down, my skin burning in its path, and I stifle the moan behind pressed lips when he wraps his strong fingers around my breast, pinching and twisting the nipple.
“You are afraid of the water, my redemption.” A line forms between his dark brows as if he noticed this fact just now.
“I never learned how to swim.” There, I can at least talk. “I was a little busy running for my life.”
“No more running, cuore del mio cuore.” He calls me the heart of his heart, my own stupid organ doing a painful thud in my chest in answer. “Let go, April.”
I’m almost positive he is not only talking about releasing my death grip on the tiled edge of the pool. The master of word manipulation will never make anything as simple as that. Swallowing the lump in my throat, my lips part to answer him,but he renders me mute when his arms come on both sides of my shoulders, caging me in between his hard chest and the tiles at my back.
Leaning close, Sebastian runs his nose up and down my neck and shoulder, barely touching my skin but setting me on fire, nonetheless. First, a gasp, then a moan is ripped from me when his front presses our skin together from chest to toe. All his hard muscles and sharp edges press my softness to cushion him, making me aware of every ridge, dip, and bump. His thick erection seers the skin of my lower belly, branding me and setting me aflame a hell of a lot better than that mage who tried to melt my face.
I’m burning.
An entire volcano of heat erupts inside me, and I know that only Sebastian can stop me from turning to dust. He keeps sniffing my skin, rubbing his face like a cat marking its territory, scraping his sharp, deadly fangs, warning me not to try and escape.
“Let go, my redemption,” he repeats again, his voice raw and thick with need. “I got you, and I will never let go.” His chest presses harder, my nipples rubbing on it, sending delicious thrills through me. “You are mine, April.”
This time I shiver for an entirely different reason. A foreboding feeling like icy fingers from a freshly dug out grave crawl up my spine. His hand moves over my shoulder, dipping underwater and gliding over my side to my hip. Fresh wetness makes my thighs slippery when I press them together at his touch. His thumb makes little circles right on my hip bone. Somehow, I think that spot affects every nerve in my body because I can feel that touch everywhere.
He moves fast, one second all cuddly and gentle, and the next his large hands have a bruising grip around my thighs while my legs wrap around his narrow waist. The thick erection parts myfolds, pulsing there and bumping my clit, eliciting a scream that echoes through the room. He keeps gliding back and forward, his hardness like hot steel wrapped in velvet teasing my center. He is thrusting painfully slow, forcing me to bite my lips so I don’t start begging. My body arches at the contact. I’m reduced to moans and whimpers, my mind delirious with need and matching the hunger in his dark gaze when our eyes lock.
Sebastian looks terrifying and sinful at the same time, pulling me in until I know nothing but him.A moth to a flame.The voice is faint somewhere in the background of my mind, but I ignore it.
