Page 46 of A Bond with the Dark

Please don’t be worried about that. I feel that you are fine and just got lightheaded. When is your next free night? I want to take you some place special.

This is my weekend that’s free, so my next free night is actually tomorrow night.

Well, I am free tomorrow night and then not again til Wednesday.

Okay. Tomorrow it is! I’ll pick you up at 7.

Okay. Can’t wait!

The two contradictions of feelings are still swarming my mind as I plug the phone in on the nightstand and turn to go to sleep.

As I drift, the excited feeling wins.

The mist is thick this time, and I can’t see in front of me. I’m walking, although I don’t know where I am. The fog is so thick, it’s as if the clouds have landed on earth, and I’m walking among them. I may even be up in the clouds, but then I can feel the soft soil of the Earth beneath my bare feet.

I feel him, even before I see him. His presence drenches me and the energy around me shifts again, I feel him like you would feel the wind.

But where is he?

The danger’s present, I know it’s life or death if he finds me, and yet all the same I begin looking for him, wanting to find him, wanting to know more about him and why he’s haunting my dreams.

Those blue eyes pierce through the fog, and they’re all I see at first. The black hair comes next, and then his handsome face.

He’s wearing all black in the sea of white mist, although it’s twilight and the clouds themselves have an effervescent glow.

The danger grows worse as he approaches me. I stand still, knowing I should run, knowing that his bite will kill me every time and not caring all the same.

“Who are you?” I ask, frozen in place as he draws nearer.

“I told you. I’m Sebastian.”

“But why are you haunting my dreams?”

“Who said I’m in your dreams? I think you’re the one who is in mine, princess.”

Chills run up my spine and down to my fingertips, yet my blood runs hot against the surface of my skin. “Regardless, why are we in each other’s dreams?”

“I don’t know,” he responds. His enhancing gait has me edging to a type of cliff in my being, knowing I’m doomed but wanting despite it.

Those blue eyes.

Bright with something else. They’re something not of this world. Even though he’s to be the death of me, I still need him more than I need the sustenance my existence relies upon.

He smiles a crooked smile, the left side of his mouth curling up as the right side stays flat. I want to bottle that wicked grin and drink it down like an elixir.

There’s something about that smile that yanks at me, something about his world that I need to be in, regardless of what it costs.

He’s inches from me now and I still don’t move, knowing it’s gonna hurt like hell when he bites me but wanting the rush, his lips, those eyes, that smile, all of him. I will take every part of his damned existence if it means I get to feel those poisonous lips on mine.

“Why do I burn each time you touch me?”

“I don’t know that either,” he replies, reaching me as a look of desire tinged with menace passes over his expression. “All I know is that I need you. And when I can’t resist you anymore, you burn and it kills me. I don’t know who you are, but I need you in my life. Your blood calls to me, makes me completely helpless to the thirst and blinded by passion. Every time I see you, I must drink from you. It’s programmed into my mind.”

“You’re a vampire?” I utter, although I know the answer already.

“I am,” he states, his voice silky with peril that settles into my bones.

The beat of my heart is rhythmic against the black backdrop of our reverie. The pulsating begins dancing down my sternum and as he inches closer and closer, it moves further south—between my legs. His face is inches from mine, and I can smell the midnight and ruin on him mixed with winter. Fresh and dark. The heat from him being so close to me nearly makes me moan in anticipation, and the exquisite torture of not having him all over me almost pushes me off that edge that is surely behind me. His breath is hot; he’s almost to me and his breathing intermingles with mine, tangling our breath together, causing a stressed exhale that’s I’ve been holding back to escape. It comes out as a whimper that I can no longer control and that sends him over that same edge.

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