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I was crazy with lust, a slave to my need. So this is what desire feels like. This was what searing hot, bone-deep arousal was. It was exhilarating as much as it was annoying, the lack of control not something I welcomed.
But still, I let those images move through my mind unobstructed.
Bruises on her inner thighs as I kept her legs open, puncture marks as I pierced her femoral artery and drank deeply as I finger fucked her, as her pussy sucked at the digits and she gave me all her honey.
I groaned as the scent of her became stronger, as I became more intoxicated with the smell, at the very thought of her.
My body jolted to a stop when I saw her across the way, her eyes closed, her arms over her head, elbows bent, and her fingers tangled in her hair as she swayed to the music.
Gods, she was a gorgeous thing, maybe average in height by human standards, but compared to me, she was tiny, breakable.
I felt a rush of heat settle in my groin at the thought of breaking her, of destroying her, ruining her for every other male on the planet.
Of course I’d never let her go. She was mine now, and no one would touch her, look at her, even think about her.
And as I greedily looked my fill of her body, all that pale skin on display, all I could picture was her covered in the marks my fangs would leave as I took everything from her, because she was, irrevocably, undeniably… mine.
3
Kayla
I’d taken a breather twenty minutes after Sasha whisked me to the center of the dance floor.
In that time I’d all but inhaled another cocktail and a glass of water. I was sweaty and hot, but I was having a blast with Sasha and, because of the effects of the alcohol, itching to continue to let reality fade away.
I leaned back against the bar and stared at all the gyrating bodies. Everyone looked like they were in this trance, a haze of bliss that made me want to be right back there.
I glanced over at Sasha and saw Salvatore lean in close to her ear and say something. She nodded, and he turned and left, and I watched as he made his way toward the back hallway.
Sasha mouthed, Bathroom, and gestured to where Salvatore had just disappeared to.
She leaned in close enough that when she spoke, I’d be able to hear her. “So…” The neon lights of the backlit bar illuminated her pretty face.
“I know that tone, and it can’t be good when it starts with that one word.”
She gave me a lopsided smile, but it looked slightly pained… because she knew whatever she was about to ask me, I probably wouldn’t want to hear.
“Maybe I should just decline politely before you even ask?” Although the truth was, I was pretty sure I knew what she was about to say, and I was already cringing.
“So my cousin,” she said, and I tipped my head to the side so I could see her. She had a sly little grin on her face, and I rolled my eyes.
“Your cousin is gorgeous, and I’m sure he’s got an incredible personality from what I’ve seen already, but you know I’m not really looking for a relationship.” I’d never been looking for any relationship, if I was being honest. Never had any desire to be with anyone in… that way.
I’d always just focused on schooling, on trying to make connections that were real and deep. It always failed—most of the time, anyway. I’d connected with Sasha, and I felt like it was because—although we were vastly different—deep down, we had something that was elementally the same.
We liked to be free, to let go of reality, and just… be alive for a short amount of time.
But at the end of the day, it always seemed like I didn’t really know anyone. Hell, I didn’t even know who I was, not when it felt like I tried to be someone I wasn’t.
She exhaled and pulled back, but there was this mischievous gleam in her eyes. “Salvatore wants you; that’s clear by the way he keeps watching you when he thinks no one else is.”
I snorted, but I doubted she heard. “I’m wearing a whole lot of nothing. I’m not vain, but I think most men here will stare at a woman who’s half-naked.” I started laughing when she grinned.
She shrugged, and I was thankful she didn’t press about Salvatore. I didn’t think the subject was over, but she wasn’t being pushy.
Instead she took my hand, and we laughed as we headed back to the dance floor.
I drank too much. I knew that as soon as I took the last swallow of the tropical cocktail Sasha gave me.
