Page 66 of Secret Gifts
My tears threaten my eyes, and I’m worried what will happen if I bleed through my blue contacts again in front of Jase. Last time he missed it somehow. Where is he? Where did he go?
I’m so disoriented. I feel like something is messing with my head, making me feel as though I’ve stepped into a mind-fucking fog. I hear more shit blowing up, but I’m so dizzy, too dizzy to find it. It’s like I’m supposed to be somewhere right now, but my heavy body just keeps folding over, holding me back, anchoring me down to the ground as I collapse.
I taste too much of my own blood, and I hear more screams as a fight commences. There are explosions I can’t see, and now I can barely hear them. I look around, but it’s just a fuzzy blur.
My body is suddenly hoisted from the ground and I hear a car door open as the scent of sex and candy warms me, making me realize I’m safely tucked in my full blood’s arms.
“Aria, you have to take my blood, baby,” his echoed voice urges, but I can’t tell if this is real or fantasy.
“Damn it, Aria, take it, or I’ll make you take it!” his demanding voice says to my throbbing ears.
My blurry eyes look down to see my side has been split wide open. I’m gashed up from an explosion I never felt. One of those blasts I heard hit me, and it burned right through me without my even knowing it. It's apparent I've somehow blocked out the pain, which is something I've never done before.
My head falls to his shoulder, and my blood pours all over the backseat of the moving car with a faceless driver up front. The dividing glass is drawn, hiding whoever it is.
I can see a little better as my complex blood tries healing on its own, despite the uranium. It won’t heal all the way, but it will keep me from dying.
His eyes widen as he stares at my side in disbelief, and then I bend down to press my blood bringers against the flesh of his exposed shoulder. He grips me tighter, his breaths burning against my ringing ears that are diluting all other sounds.
“Take my blood, baby. You need it,” he murmurs softly, his voice still hollow and echoed.
My teeth sink through the flesh for the first time in my life, and I gasp as the heat of his blood flows into my mouth. It burns through my veins as it interacts with mine, and my heart pounds in my chest as my wounds begin closing almost immediately with just a taste of his incredible sex and candy blood.
“Mmm,” I hum out as I take his lust, passion, and desire into my mouth, and he grips me tighter, his body fighting the urge to take me violently, more so than I ever have been before as he waits for my body to heal completely.
Erotica explodes through me just as the sounds, the lights, the absolute clarity comes blaring back and bringing me away from death’s ledge. I hear the mud sloshing up against the side of the car holding the roaring engine as we zoom down the road.
His life pumps through my veins, connecting in a way I’ve only ever dreamt about, and my lips draw back from his shoulder to be caught by his soft ones. His devouring power is so much stronger. His desire, energy, and all together passion surpasses anything I thought possible as my own throbbing, pounding need for him slams me in the chest.
I hear his pants unzipping, and I jerk my shirt over my head, the remaining shards of fabric ripping off me as the tattered garment falls to the floor. The buttons rattle against the window when my greedy hands rip his shirt from his body, and then my pants slap the floor before I even realize they were coming off.
His erection presses against me, and I rise up just enough to let him jerk me down to him. My base slams against his, and my breath is forced out in a girly cry. His hands grip my ass, and then he pulls me tighter to him as the high of his blood sends me into an ecstasy abyss.
I’m swimming in erotica right now, and it’s so fucking intoxicating. I feel him alive inside me, burning through me, owning me… and I love it.
His hands tangle in my hair, and he jerks my head back as his lips scour my neck. Each time my body slams against his, I gasp for a breath because it feels too incredible to be real.
The punishing rhythm is nothing like I’ve ever experienced before, and his body frees my mind from all the angst, insecurities, and pain I’ve ever felt.
I gasp again as I hear the back of the seat ripping off in my hand when I pull against it too tightly, and then the car shakes as my usually dormant gift seeps free and damn near collapses it.
“Easy, girl,” Jase says into my mouth, his lips turned up in a smile as he pumps into me with a merciless ambition.
It feels too good though not to deserve some damage. I just want to shatter a building or destroy a city. I feel so powerful, so strong, so desired… so fucking amazing.
“I love you,” I murmur through gasping breaths, and he pulls me all the closer, punishing me and rewarding me with his painfully perfect thrusts.
“I love you, Aria” he says through panted whisper, and my heart stops, flips, and drops to my stomach as it beats too heavily for my chest to hold it up.
His breaths become harsher, his need for me only growing as his lips consume mine. I’ve never wanted anything as badly as I want him right now.
I hear the sound of something outside rumbling, and I hear a gasp from our unseen driver. Jase jerks me against his thrusts all the harder, and suddenly the back glass of the car shatters free when my gift surges out of me.
His grunted breaths become stronger, heavier, his body loving my reaction, and my lips devour his again as I find the most unbelievably surreal release I’ve ever felt in my entire life.
I scream out in an octave that doesn’t even sound like my voice, and Jase’s breathing almost stops as he explodes inside me.
I start shaking, shivering, and damn near convulsing in his arms, and he jerks a blanket out of the floor to wrap around me as he pulls me against his body.
