The winds of a storm (2)

His lips landed on her neck, and his tongue caressed her skin so gently that she shivered. She moaned out loud when, without any forewarning, his teeth grazed her shoulder and sank into her flesh.

Yet, she didn't push him away. Even while being forceful and cruel, he knew how to charm her. His fingers trailed down her body, reaching her knee and then up her thigh, making her forget the bite as soon as it was done.

They had just kissed and touched each other a little, yet Vera was already lost in all that excitement. She had never felt like that. She had never been so swayed by kisses alone, so turned on by a few light caresses. She would have never imagined that, one day, she would have found a rough bite - sexy.

Had she done it wrong before? Why was it so different with that person?

When his lips moved to her chest, she pressed her hand to the place he had attacked with his teeth.

It still burnt, but there was nothing dark about it. It wasn't a mark nor part of a ritual. He had bit her just because! He didn't even press too much, but her skin was as delicate as snow. The shape would stay on her skin... At least it could be covered by a t-shirt, she thought with a few cells of her brain. She wouldn't need a scarf with the hot weather.

And she was feeling as weak as not to complain, not to slap him with strength and storm out of there. What kind of psycho does that with a stranger? Not to mention the sign that would remain after. She would carry traces of him for days!

But... It was worth it. Even just the kisses they had exchanged so far. And there was so much more to come, she could sense it. Her body had lit up under Neven's touch and was responding to his actions as if they'd been lovers for years.

Since she didn't know what to do, she let her body react in the ways it could, and she stiffened her muscles when she felt his teeth on her breast. Was he going to do that again?

He chuckled, noticing her reaction. He didn't bite a second time but just rubbed his lips.

«Sorry for that,» he said, pecking his way up. He brushed his hot and soft lips on the wound he himself had caused. «I couldn't resist. I was wondering... Are you as sweet as you look?»

His tongue caressed the signs of his teeth, and Vera's head went spinning even faster.

«A-and?» she inquired.

«You are,» he confirmed, his tongue drawing the shape of the bite. Had she ever agreed to that kind of treatment, anyway?

She was in time to say no, to push him away. But she didn't want to.

There was part of his magic on work, sure. But something deep inside her was rejoicing. Her stomach was filled with butterflies, and her lewd body was happy to have met someone able to handle her.

Handle her? What kind of thought was that?

Surely caused by that man's presence. She reminded herself she wouldn't meet him again, and that made her sigh. She didn't need to care about it: not about being too cold, not about enjoying such harsh treatment.

All she could think about was the pleasure, and he was promising her much of it. Enough to forget that little, impolite torture.

When he raised his head to look her in the eye, his gaze told her of danger. He was looking at her like prey, his intention clear but mysterious at the same time. He felt no guilt for the pain he had inflicted on her and even less for the things he was going to do.

She could read it on his face: he had plans for her, so many that a single night wasn't enough for it all. And he wasn't even considering the chance she wouldn't agree.

Maybe, that bite had been just that: he was probing her reaction to understand how far he could go. And, for what concerned her, he could go as far as he wanted.

«You're as sweet as honey. So sweet that I'd eat you whole,» he murmured. His breath caressed her skin, and his eyes swept over her.

She raised her brows, wishing with all her being to show him her sarcastic expression, to tease him a little. Yet, she couldn't.

Her face muscles wouldn't respond to her orders, and her traitor body surrendered even more - if possible - to that wicked man who had trapped her under him.

«Why don't you?» she said.

«Oh, are you sure you want to be eaten? That's not as nice as it sounds...»

He leaned on an arm, freeing her from his weight. His other hand reached her face, and he pinned her chin and made her face him.

«It might be more than you can bear, little girl.»

She swallowed, her eyes lost in his emeralds.

«You're still in time to run away,» he pointed out. However, he didn't move away to actually let her go. He was as conscious of his charms as to know she wouldn't take that chance.

Just like the moth with the fire, she would rather die than return to darkness. His fire was too bright to ignore it, hypnotic and irresistible.

«I don't want to run away,» she said. «I wouldn't have gotten in here if that was the case.»

There was a storm coming their way: where else could she go? Staying indoors and distracting herself from the weather was the best option.

«Whatever the risk, I will take it.»

«Brave, little girl.»

«Hey!» she complained, but her words were suffocated by another, breath-taking kiss.

She was not a little girl, but she didn't know how to prove it.