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Violet and Silver:
The Journey to Avalon
He didn’t want to hear me finish because his lips met mine. Once they did, his power melted into me recharging my own internal battery. His aura surrounded me in a gold, glittery shower tickling me everywhere it touched. It was like being shocked with static electricity all over, but the more he caressed me, the stronger the spark became and the more I wanted him. I pressed myself against him and wrapped my hands around his neck. This time he was not going to get away from me. I wanted him, but he pulled away.
“We can’t.”
“Why? You didn’t stop last time.” I kissed him again, nipping at his neck as I did. The T-shirt fit him a little too snuggly because it was like a second skin as I dragged my nails over the back of it.
He pulled me away from him after a moment. He didn’t want me to stop. The expanding bulge in his jeans told me that along with the mixed emotions on his face and the lust in his eyes. “You’re still recovering from the other night and if we do it would mean—” he looked away.
My hand rubbed his cock pressing against the denim. His eyes fluttered closed and he had to bite his lip to hold in a moan. His fingers crushed my bandaged wrist and I didn’t cry out. The more I touched him or he touched me the more intoxicating I was become for him. My body was alive with him there. My nipples were hard just thinking about what would happen between us. God I wanted him.
“What would it mean?” I whispered against his ear.
He snarled then barring his lengthening fangs. He kissed me hard and his incisors cut my tongue. A drop of blood fell onto his tongue and he deepened his kiss as his tongue thrust into my mouth like it wanted to fuck me itself. Tristan’s free hand wrapped in my hair and he yanked my head back. He didn’t wait to see my expression of ecstasy as he licked my neck and bit down hard on my throat. I waited for the sucking to start and him to draw my life into him, but he didn’t. He purred low in his throat and nipped my ear.
“It would mean you loose your humanity and I damn my soul even more.” With that he shoved me away from him. I turned back quickly to see him clenching his fists together. He was fighting his hunger. I got off the bed. He opened his eyes and I saw them reflect in the light. As I did, I also saw the fear in them. I sensed he was afraid he would take me against my will, because he craved me.
