Lips And Throat

(From Leandro's Perspective)

"... There..."

"Ella," I said slowly.

"And besides..."

"Ella," I said a bit forcefully than before.

"Oh sorry. You're supposed to kiss me. I... I was just... Never mind. You can kiss me now, I guess," she mumbled, pouting.

I looked down at her once again, taking her features in. How could someone be like this? So unique, so perfect? Everything she did made me want her, made me feel a connection as if she was the one meant for me. She had the type of chaotic nature that angered me and not once in my life, I thought I would feel this kind of pull towards this kind of girl. But she... she made everything possible.

I had never thanked anyone before. Yet tonight I thanked her, I thanked her for worrying about me, for making me feel that someone wanted me to be safe. I knew she meant everything she said and this made me feel strongly about her.

The strangest thing was she was not afraid of me even though she found out that I had killed my own sister. Even two months ago, I killed ten shifters and three humans as the others said. I did not remember anything though. Ella behaved as if she did not care if I was a monster as if she knew that I would not hurt her even when I was not so sure myself.

She bit her upper lip. I knew she did not do that as a sign of invitation; rather it was her habit to do so when she waited for something. But it felt good to know that she was waiting for my kiss.

She perhaps thought that I would get bored of kissing her and stop very quickly. In that case, she was wrong. Since the first time I kissed her, I knew that I could never get enough of her.

I brought my face down and stopped an inch away from her face, her sharp breath falling on my face while my breath fell on hers. I had put all my weight on my elbows while I observed her biting her lips and moving her gaze away from me, her cheeks flushed with shyness.

I did not wait any further. My lips found hers. Remembering it was the last time I could kiss her as per our deal, I wanted to take as much as I could tonight.

As I slowly tickled her with my lips moving slowly on hers, her heartbeat got faster. Her hand touched my neck while her other hand grasped my arm as if for support. To my surprise, she started kissing me back in the same slow, passionate and steady way. Her sugary addictive smell filled my nostrils, making me want to bury my nose in the side of her neck and take as much scent of her as I could. But I did not move my lips from hers. I found honey there, and I craved for it even though I was never a fan of sweet things. God knew what kind of change she was bringing inside me.

She tilted her head slightly, deepening the kiss while at the same time keeping it passionate and unhurried. My hand went to the side of her neck, massaging the place. She shivered at my touch, but did not open her eyes; rather she focused on the kiss as if her life was dependent on it just like mine.

Her soft lips were even softer than butter, or at least it felt to me. As they moved in a slow rhythmic way, I felt I was getting the touch of heaven.

A moan silenced by my mouth on hers escaped from the back of her throat. I shifted slightly, feeling sudden warmth inside me possibly caused by the sound. I pulled back, taking air in while at the same time, observing her face, as she placed a hand on her chest, trying to breathe.

I wanted to ask her where she learned to kiss that perfectly. But then I decided not to. I did not want to hear a horrible answer. Of course, I was not the first person who kissed her. She was addictive, and anyone would want to taste those heart lips of hers.

I pulled my face down again, taking her in for another kiss. This time the kiss was not too gentle, but it was not fast and rough either. But it was something, something sensual. Her hand again found the back of my neck and this time, she was pulling me down. In the warm air and the dim light radiating from the fireplace, our kiss went on, silencing my thoughts while I lost myself in the bubble of time as pleasure and desire filled my body and mind.

I did not have to bite down her bottom lip to make her part them. She did that willingly this time. She parted her lips and licked my upper lip with the tip of her tongue. I was surprised, but that did not stop me from slipping my tongue inside her warm mouth. She tasted the same, vanilla with a hint of chocolate. But she did not eat anything like that to taste like this. Perhaps it was just me who tasted this in her mouth.

My tongue tickled her and she clawed on my neck, making me deepen the kiss even more. It did not take long for the kiss to take a rough turn. My hunger grew and I started kissing her senselessly, savoring every part of her lips, her mouth.

The erotic sound of our wet kiss filled the air. I wanted more of her, a lot more. To stop myself from ripping her dress off, I clawed on the mattress, but I could not help as my grip tightened on the side of her neck.

She flinched in pain and I loosened my grip quickly. I broke the kiss and pressed my lips on the side of her neck where there was a mark left because of my tight grip. I licked the place and she lifted her body up, so her hardened nipples brushed against my bare chest.

I bit on her skin lightly, causing her to moan. It was clear that she was trying not to; she was trying to hold back. But I was determined not to let her win this time. I wanted her to moan, call my name.

I started sucking the place knowing perfectly that there was going to be a mark left. She twisted under me, making soft purring noises unintentionally. She covered her mouth with her palm, determined not to let me know of the pleasure she was getting.

I pulled her hand away from her mouth, keeping up with my kisses on her throat. She tried to protest, but suddenly I bit on her skin causing her to scream lightly.

I held her hand with my left hand while my other hand worked on caressing her cheek, my thumb drawing marks on her soft skin there. Her other hand went up to my hair, holding tightly as the touch of my lips were leaving her breathless.

"Uh...," she moaned slightly.

I smiled against her skin, feeling pride inside me. Now it was time to make her call out my name.

I moved my lips from her throat and captured her lips before she could process. The kiss was hungry with no hint of gentleness. She was surprised at the fast and rough unsteady moving of my lips while she was trying to keep up with it.

I forced my tongue inside her mouth the moment she parted her lips slightly. My tongue ravaged inside her mouth, determined to make her realize that no one ever could make her feel this way.

She held my hair even tightly that it hurt, but I did not care. All I wanted was to feel her as much as I could. I knew that I had to satisfy myself by tasting her lips and throat only and this thought made me want to savor her available parts until morning.

I harshly pulled my lips up and again started kissing her throat. This time it surely was too much, as she started squirming uncontrollably.

"Leandro... oh..."

I could not help but chuckle, while at the same time hearing my name from her mouth in that addictive melody almost made my monster jump out of his place to take her.

Her hand slipped from my hair to wrap around my back, pressing myself to her. It was too much. I did not know about her, but if she kept doing that, I would not be able to control myself.

"Don't do that," I groaned.

"Huh?" she asked, almost dizzily.

"Don't touch me like that. I will lose control," I said, gritting my teeth as my lips again found the sensitive skin of her throat.