her breasts, struck dumb by their softness and the sound of her clear voice. How was it possible? She should no longer possess language skills; a Thraell ’s transformation was swift. “Amazing.”
His eyes moved from the two bite marks on either side of her neck to her pale lips, which were white due to dehydration. Was he dreaming? Hallucinating? There was absolutely no indication that the girl in front of him – that Celeste – had been affected by his deadly bite at all. It wasn’t possible; it was a miracle.
He couldn’t talk or think or even move so he didn’t say anything else; he simply stared at her, his brain as slow as ice melting during a frozen night.
*****
Growing a little uncomfortable by his silence and the way he looked at her, the disbelief in his eyes, Celeste wrapped the sheet around her nakedness and stood up. Tilting her head to the side, she looked up at him and licked her unnaturally dry lips. Although she was incredibly thirsty, her tongue didn’t have the usual cottony, swollen feeling she usually experienced when she woke up needing something to drink. And other than a desperate thirst, she felt incredible, so alive. Except Adam was acting so strangely….
“Do you think we could maybe eat breakfast together? Perhaps get somethi ng to drink? I am so… thirsty.”
When he didn’t respond, Celeste could feel her stomach begin to clench with the realization that she just gave herself to someone who only wanted a one-night stand and who was probably wondering what the hell she was still doing in his room. Feeling a little sick and uncomfortable, she glanced around the room to find her clothes. She needed to get out of there before she embarrassed herself even further.
Licking her lips again, so damn thirsty, she took a fortifying breath and met Adam’s eyes. He continued to just… stare at her with horror in the depths of those black eyes of his. She had to leave. Now. Her chest tightened and she forced herself to swallow, “Perhaps it would be best if I just go.”
He still didn’t speak as she awkwardly gathered up her hopelessly wrinkled dress and underwear she had worn, clutching the sheet around her body. Feeling the burn of tears, and swallowing them back, she cursed her stupidity for fucking a stranger. Stupid stupid stupid.
Turning away from him, she lay the dress down, trying to figure out the best way to re-dress and get out of there with some of her quickly disappearing dignity intact. God, Kim was going to kill her before comforting her as she cried; stupid, naïve Celeste went and slept with a god only to get dumped and crudely dismissed with a simple 'How are you feeling? Get the hell out of here….'
A warm hand wrapped itself around her upper arm, forcing her to turn around. Adam looked at her, the confusion still in his obsidian eyes, but also… hope? He lowered his chin, holding her eyes with his, “Don’t leave.”
Her heart stopped for a moment before it thudded once… twice, trying to regain momentum. “Pardon me?”
“I don’t want you to go,” he repeated, turning her so they stood face to face. His palm slid down her arm until he held her hand in his. Celeste noticed that the robe he wore was black silk, hanging slightly open to reveal a triangle of his delectable skin. Even wearing a silk robe, he exuded masculine sexuality. The despair she felt a moment before was quickly fading as she recognized the passion flaring to life in Adam’s eyes, sending a little thrum of pleasure through her body.
“You… I’m not a fuck ’em and leave ’em one night stand?” she hesitantly asked, afraid to hope but unable to prevent the joy and relief from welling up inside her.
“God s, no,” he answered, his voice low and coarse. His eyes dipped to her neck and self-consciously her hand fluttered against one set of bite marks that marred her throat. He had bit her and instead of fretting over being an unwitting blood donor she just wanted him
His eyes moved from the two bite marks on either side of her neck to her pale lips, which were white due to dehydration. Was he dreaming? Hallucinating? There was absolutely no indication that the girl in front of him – that Celeste – had been affected by his deadly bite at all. It wasn’t possible; it was a miracle.
He couldn’t talk or think or even move so he didn’t say anything else; he simply stared at her, his brain as slow as ice melting during a frozen night.
*****
Growing a little uncomfortable by his silence and the way he looked at her, the disbelief in his eyes, Celeste wrapped the sheet around her nakedness and stood up. Tilting her head to the side, she looked up at him and licked her unnaturally dry lips. Although she was incredibly thirsty, her tongue didn’t have the usual cottony, swollen feeling she usually experienced when she woke up needing something to drink. And other than a desperate thirst, she felt incredible, so alive. Except Adam was acting so strangely….
“Do you think we could maybe eat breakfast together? Perhaps get somethi ng to drink? I am so… thirsty.”
When he didn’t respond, Celeste could feel her stomach begin to clench with the realization that she just gave herself to someone who only wanted a one-night stand and who was probably wondering what the hell she was still doing in his room. Feeling a little sick and uncomfortable, she glanced around the room to find her clothes. She needed to get out of there before she embarrassed herself even further.
Licking her lips again, so damn thirsty, she took a fortifying breath and met Adam’s eyes. He continued to just… stare at her with horror in the depths of those black eyes of his. She had to leave. Now. Her chest tightened and she forced herself to swallow, “Perhaps it would be best if I just go.”
He still didn’t speak as she awkwardly gathered up her hopelessly wrinkled dress and underwear she had worn, clutching the sheet around her body. Feeling the burn of tears, and swallowing them back, she cursed her stupidity for fucking a stranger. Stupid stupid stupid.
Turning away from him, she lay the dress down, trying to figure out the best way to re-dress and get out of there with some of her quickly disappearing dignity intact. God, Kim was going to kill her before comforting her as she cried; stupid, naïve Celeste went and slept with a god only to get dumped and crudely dismissed with a simple 'How are you feeling? Get the hell out of here….'
A warm hand wrapped itself around her upper arm, forcing her to turn around. Adam looked at her, the confusion still in his obsidian eyes, but also… hope? He lowered his chin, holding her eyes with his, “Don’t leave.”
Her heart stopped for a moment before it thudded once… twice, trying to regain momentum. “Pardon me?”
“I don’t want you to go,” he repeated, turning her so they stood face to face. His palm slid down her arm until he held her hand in his. Celeste noticed that the robe he wore was black silk, hanging slightly open to reveal a triangle of his delectable skin. Even wearing a silk robe, he exuded masculine sexuality. The despair she felt a moment before was quickly fading as she recognized the passion flaring to life in Adam’s eyes, sending a little thrum of pleasure through her body.
“You… I’m not a fuck ’em and leave ’em one night stand?” she hesitantly asked, afraid to hope but unable to prevent the joy and relief from welling up inside her.
“God s, no,” he answered, his voice low and coarse. His eyes dipped to her neck and self-consciously her hand fluttered against one set of bite marks that marred her throat. He had bit her and instead of fretting over being an unwitting blood donor she just wanted him
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