Cap 10.-
His cold breath was making her squirm, his nose was barely touching hers and his lips were partially open, almost as if he were inviting her to bite him down on those lips she had desired for what seemed like ages now. How long had she been there, in Aaa? A week? Maybe two? Damn, she just didn't care.
With his face so close she could smell, breathe and taste his scent, which if she had to describe could only be described as devilish.
Time seemed to freeze and she couldn't concentrate on anything. They were so close, so close.
They had waited for far too long and her lips felt dry, her first thought was to pass her tongue over her lips and tempt Marshall Lee, but his lips came over hers before she could do so.
His lips over hers were like heaven, making her stomach twist as if it were full of bats. His lips were soft, and through them she could feel his fangs. She had never desired someone else so much, and as their mouths danced feverishly, his hand went up to the back of her neck and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss.
Almost without thinking she passed her tongue over his teeth, teasing him when stoping over his fangs, asking for permission. With a deep sound from his throat he let her in, pulling her even closer and while doing so making his fangs pierce through her skin ever so slightly.
Melting in the sensation of their tongues fighting for dominance and fangs pressing against each other, her hands made their way up his back, pressing her fingernails to the cloth of his red and black plaid, ripping through it accidentally. She sensed him tense just before he separated from her mouth.
"Are you trying to mark me or something? Why the fuck would you do that?"
She smiled as she leaned closer again, smirking against his lips.
"Yes, you are mine now"
And so she pressed their mouths against each other again, holding his face with a clawed hand, and she soon felt his hands on her back, bringing her closer to his body. He snarled as he kissed her roughly, biting down on her lips as a punishment for his tattered plaid, but she didn't seem to mind.
Being a vampire had a lot of good things, one of them was that you didn't need to breathe. Being independent of breathing was... Useful sometimes. Like when you're making out with the sexiest person ever.
Making himself comfortable on the red velvet couch, he pull her down on his chest, breaking the kiss, and lay down on the couch, holding her close to his chest he breathed in her hair. The scent of strawberries and blood filled his not-so-unuseful nostrils. She hugged him back, passing her hands over the tattered cloth of his plaid, her ear pressing against his chest, without hearing a thing.
" I swear- he declared- I don't like you"
She smiled.
I KNOW I KNOW KILL ME ITS SO DAMN SHORT BUT ITS THE FIRST ROMANTIC THING I WRITE AND I WANTED TO KNOW IF YOU LIKE IT BECAUSE IF YOU DONT ILL CHANGE IT I PROMISE.