"I Love you." The words vibrated sensually, grabbing the air eagerly as they floated dreamily towards my awaiting ears. Hands crept up my back, tickling my bare skin ever so softly like a soft feather being glided up my back. Lips touched my collarbone for a brief second, another one soon followed, then another, gradually leading towards my anticipated lips. Each quick kiss was too short, too brief, too loving for my skin to handle. It melted weakly before the desired lips. Footsteps were heard outside the room; soft, sly, sleek footsteps echoing through my head, screaming wildly that they were for me. His touch. His smell. His taste. His love, was over powering me. I knew how wrong this was, and he knew too. The shuffles from outside circled my mind, like a starving animal, it attacked my mind, ferociously throwing it from side to side. Lips touched my unready ones again. Sweet, yet powerful, as if an attempt to clear my mind of the haunting footsteps outside. Hands tightened. Lips grasped my own. "Vancha…" Controlling lips cut me off again. "Vancha we…" Dangerous hands held me closer to his body. "Vancha!" Vicious knocks threw us both off guard. Turning sharply towards the door, reluctantly letting go of each other we snapped into a fighting stance, conveniently just how they left us.
Hands crept up my back. Lips brushed against my own. Skin melting beneath the touch, but it was the touch of another. "How's your fighting been going, my beautiful one?" He placed another delicate kiss on my tainted lips. Grumbling a pathetic answer about Vancha always being able to kick my ass, and swearing he was a cheat, I walked through the door, making towards my own room, when a pair of hands clasped around my stomach. "Debbie…" A long sigh escaped from my mouth. "Debbie…" I turned around, staring straight into the hypnotising eyes of Half-Vampire Prince, Darren Shan.