For You
Author's Note: I am so excited.
Verona Dracula: Can you email me? Elektra747excite.com Thanks!
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Chapter 12
Wicked?
And by God I kissed her back.
My hands went around her waist to close the distance between us and one of my hands went up to grab her hair. I pulled her hair down, making her head go up and her mouth open more, and my tongue leapt into her mouth. Our tongues entwined and I groaned loudly into the sweetness of her mouth. I bit her lip, hoping to devour her whole.
We parted, breathing heavily, and I almost ripped the fabric of her under dress trying to get it off. I kissed her shoulder, and kissed all around her breast before gently biting her nipple. She shuddered and moaned, and we fell on the bed.
I let go of her breast and slid up to her mouth. I tasted her lips and shivered when my tongue met hers. I rubbed her hips, then my hands made their way to the sides of her breasts, and she shivered underneath me.
Her hands made their way up my body to my shirtfront, and she started unbuttoning my shirt.
This is the second man whose shirt she has unbuttoned this evening. I bit my lip at this thought, then closed my eyes and unleashed her hands from my shirt, which was now halfway unbuttoned. I stood up.
"Kallisto," I said, my eyes still closed. "We can't." Suddenly, my lips met the hotness of Kallisto's once again and I saw no reason why we couldn't. She slid her hands down my chest and I moaned into her lips.
"Why?" she asked. And suddenly I didn't know why we couldn't. Then my thoughts rested on what I had witnessed. I looked down at her.
"Because I don't want to finish what the vampire started," I answered, and let go of her, backing up to give my body the coolness of the air. Her eyes widened and she looked to the floor, ashamed, it seemed. Then she looked back up.
"I can see how you would think that," she whispered, and pulled up her under dress again, and I moaned out loud when the fabric spread thin over her breasts, making them bounce. She looked up at me.
"But you can't deny that you want me."
I looked back down at her, and saw need in her hazel eyes. She was panting, gulping down air through her full red lips. I wanted to tell her that I didn't want her, but I don't like to lie. So I told the truth:
"No," I said. "I can't."
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"No," my beloved said. "I can't."
I was a bit shocked, but I knew he wanted me by the way he moaned when I kissed him.
Where are these thoughts and actions coming from?
I tried to stop the foul words from coming out of my mouth, but they came out anyway.
"Why not quench this thirst of which we both suffer from?" I asked. I clamped my hands over my mouth, willing everything that boiled up inside me to stay there. I was shocked at my words. I looked up at Velkan and bit my lip, folding my arms around my middle.
"I'm sorry, Prince," I said, my voice sounding hollow, as if I didn't mean what I said. And I didn't.
"Because, Kallisto, it was a demon that took away your water," he said. I shivered at the remembrance of my hot demon, his hands and lips everywhere. I bit my lip and growled softly, then looked up at Velkan. My beloved Velkan.
"But he did not give me water," I answered. "That was you," I added, then my eyes widened and I gasped. How can I be so bold?
"I'm sorry," I said again. I looked at the floor.
"But I want you," and I shocked myself again. A sob caught at my throat.
What was wrong with me?
"Kallisto?" I looked up at Velkan.
"Do you think me wicked?" I asked him, biting my lip and drawing blood. Then I laughed.
"I am wicked," I said to myself. Velkan heard. He came to me and sat me down on the bed, and Velkan sat next to me.
"You are not wicked, Kallisto," he told me. "You are under the spell of Dracula." I shivered at the name of my demon. I looked up at him.
"That makes me wicked, does it not?" I asked, and he thought for a moment, then shook his head.
"No, Kallisto. It doesn't." I swallowed, then shuddered with the need of a black bliss that has been hiding inside of me. Velkan put his arms around me and hugged me to his chest. His skin. I put my hands on his skin and then my lips. He shuddered, his powerful muscles rippling under his skin. He pulled me away, looking at me with passion and need. And as he pulled me to him, I whispered one thing.
"Help"
Author's Note: I am so excited.
Verona Dracula: Can you email me? Elektra747excite.com Thanks!
DS:
R
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Chapter 12
Wicked?
And by God I kissed her back.
My hands went around her waist to close the distance between us and one of my hands went up to grab her hair. I pulled her hair down, making her head go up and her mouth open more, and my tongue leapt into her mouth. Our tongues entwined and I groaned loudly into the sweetness of her mouth. I bit her lip, hoping to devour her whole.
We parted, breathing heavily, and I almost ripped the fabric of her under dress trying to get it off. I kissed her shoulder, and kissed all around her breast before gently biting her nipple. She shuddered and moaned, and we fell on the bed.
I let go of her breast and slid up to her mouth. I tasted her lips and shivered when my tongue met hers. I rubbed her hips, then my hands made their way to the sides of her breasts, and she shivered underneath me.
Her hands made their way up my body to my shirtfront, and she started unbuttoning my shirt.
This is the second man whose shirt she has unbuttoned this evening. I bit my lip at this thought, then closed my eyes and unleashed her hands from my shirt, which was now halfway unbuttoned. I stood up.
"Kallisto," I said, my eyes still closed. "We can't." Suddenly, my lips met the hotness of Kallisto's once again and I saw no reason why we couldn't. She slid her hands down my chest and I moaned into her lips.
"Why?" she asked. And suddenly I didn't know why we couldn't. Then my thoughts rested on what I had witnessed. I looked down at her.
"Because I don't want to finish what the vampire started," I answered, and let go of her, backing up to give my body the coolness of the air. Her eyes widened and she looked to the floor, ashamed, it seemed. Then she looked back up.
"I can see how you would think that," she whispered, and pulled up her under dress again, and I moaned out loud when the fabric spread thin over her breasts, making them bounce. She looked up at me.
"But you can't deny that you want me."
I looked back down at her, and saw need in her hazel eyes. She was panting, gulping down air through her full red lips. I wanted to tell her that I didn't want her, but I don't like to lie. So I told the truth:
"No," I said. "I can't."
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"No," my beloved said. "I can't."
I was a bit shocked, but I knew he wanted me by the way he moaned when I kissed him.
Where are these thoughts and actions coming from?
I tried to stop the foul words from coming out of my mouth, but they came out anyway.
"Why not quench this thirst of which we both suffer from?" I asked. I clamped my hands over my mouth, willing everything that boiled up inside me to stay there. I was shocked at my words. I looked up at Velkan and bit my lip, folding my arms around my middle.
"I'm sorry, Prince," I said, my voice sounding hollow, as if I didn't mean what I said. And I didn't.
"Because, Kallisto, it was a demon that took away your water," he said. I shivered at the remembrance of my hot demon, his hands and lips everywhere. I bit my lip and growled softly, then looked up at Velkan. My beloved Velkan.
"But he did not give me water," I answered. "That was you," I added, then my eyes widened and I gasped. How can I be so bold?
"I'm sorry," I said again. I looked at the floor.
"But I want you," and I shocked myself again. A sob caught at my throat.
What was wrong with me?
"Kallisto?" I looked up at Velkan.
"Do you think me wicked?" I asked him, biting my lip and drawing blood. Then I laughed.
"I am wicked," I said to myself. Velkan heard. He came to me and sat me down on the bed, and Velkan sat next to me.
"You are not wicked, Kallisto," he told me. "You are under the spell of Dracula." I shivered at the name of my demon. I looked up at him.
"That makes me wicked, does it not?" I asked, and he thought for a moment, then shook his head.
"No, Kallisto. It doesn't." I swallowed, then shuddered with the need of a black bliss that has been hiding inside of me. Velkan put his arms around me and hugged me to his chest. His skin. I put my hands on his skin and then my lips. He shuddered, his powerful muscles rippling under his skin. He pulled me away, looking at me with passion and need. And as he pulled me to him, I whispered one thing.
"Help"