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So why in the hell does this little slip of a thing seem to be walking my way?
My eyes take in her long, dark tresses that flow down to her impossibly tiny waist. Milky white skin that almost seems to glow in the darkness.
Fuck, she’s covered in lace. Her dress must be corseted if the way the two little globes of her breasts are pushed up is any indication. They’re not large by any means, but just the sight of that little bit of modest cleavage has my blood roaring in my veins.
How long has it been since I’ve been with a woman? Since before the incident five years ago at least. I know I have enough money that I can still have plenty of women on my arm if I want.
That’s not what I want, though. Shallow companions, fake smiles.
Since I can’t have a connection, something real, I settle for nothing.
My hands work just fine.
But Christ Almighty, seeing a female approaching me after all this time has every nerve in my body pulled taut. I’m on edge and feel like I could blow at any moment.
My eyes drag back up her form to her head, most of which is covered with an elaborate peacock mask.
I can’t make out her features through the dim lighting and all the ostentatious feathers that cover her face, but I see a flash of midnight blue before she’s suddenly standing right in front of me. Her body isn’t touching mine, but she’s so close that I canfeel her heat through our clothes, smell her scent. Violets and vanilla and something I can’t identify.
Her head barely reaches my chest, and before I can ask her what she’s doing, who she is, hell, anything, I hear her take a deep breath, and then she clumsily grabs my face and pulls it down to hers, pressing her lips firmly, if somewhat nervously, against mine.
I’m so stunned I don’t react at first. But then my mind and body registers the feel of her tiny lips on mine. They’re pressing softly against them, and then she takes my bottom lip in between her lips in an innocent, single-lip kiss. It’s unpracticed, but god there’s something so fucking hot about it, I feel a drop of precum bead the tip of my suddenly hard cock.
Hunger, hot and immediate, roars in my chest and bleeds through my veins.
I don’t think. I just react, my hand reaching out to fist in her hair as I angle her head up to mine, deepening the kiss.
I suck on her bottom lip before my tongue forces her mouth to part, and she does so with a gasp of surprise.
I lick inside her mouth and taste her. Fucking hell, she tastes so goddamned sweet. Like pure sugar.
She whimpers, and that sound only spurs me on. I growl and mate my tongue with hers, desperate for more. More of her mouth. More of her.
I don’t know who the fuck she is, but I know I’m not just turned into an animal because of five years of abstinence.
This is something more. Something primal. Like a wolf imprinting on its mate.
She tastes so fuckingright. That might be a cliche, but fuck if I can help what I’m thinking and feeling.
Never, I mean,never,has a mere kiss affected me this way.
Just as I manage to set my glass of cognac down on a nearby table and am getting ready to pull her flush against mybody, maybe throw her over my shoulder and stomp out of here caveman style and take her back to my lair and make her mine, she pulls away harshly, her little hands pressing hard against my chest.
We’re both panting. I watch her little chest moving up and down as she gasps for breath. Her lips are ruby red and puffy and swollen from our kiss. I’m dying to see her eyes again, to demand who she is, where she came from, why the hell she planted her little lips on mine, but I never get a chance to ask any of that because she never looks back up at me.
Quick as a flash, she turns and runs away from me.
Panic explodes in my chest when I see her flying through the crowd.
Just as I start to take off after her, Adrian shows up and claps a heavy hand on my shoulder.
“Lucian, my man!” he greets me jovially.
I glance over at him distractedly, irritated that he took my attention off my little raven.
By the time I look back into the crowd, she’s nowhere to be found. Rage and loss bubble up inside me to create a nauseating cocktail of emotions.
And I want to fucking murder someone.
