Page 38 of Kiss of Blood and Sin

He shed his jacket, laying it on the sand, surprisingly like a gentleman. The unexpected tenderness of the gesture made my heart flutter.

He tucked his fingers into my panties and pulled them down my trembling legs. I could barely breathe. “Step out of these beautiful.”

I did as he asked, using his shoulders to support myself. He picked me up and laid me on his jacket. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he lifted me, clinging to him for warmth and stability. The rough texture of the sand-coveredjacket contrasted sharply with the softness of his touch, heightening every sensation.

I looked up at him, my eyes searching his handsome face in the moonlight. I wanted to see if he wanted me as much as I wanted him. Time seemed to stand still as we gazed at each other, the only sounds the crashing waves and our quickened breathing.

The sound of crashing waves filled the air as I traced the sharp angles of his face with my eyes. Suddenly, he moved at supernatural speed, his suit disappearing in a blur of motion, revealing chiseled muscles and glistening skin. The moonlight glistened off his muscles and my gaze roamed down his ribs to his fully cocked manhood.

His lips curved up into a smile. “Do you like what you see?” My cheeks flushed hot as I nodded, unable to find words to speak.

He leaned over me, his muscles taut and defined as he supported himself with his arms. The weight of his chest pressed against mine, sending tingles through my body. He lowered his lips to mine, the warmth and demand of his kiss making my heart race. His tongue explored my mouth with a slow, sensual rhythm, igniting a fire deep within me that I couldn’t ignore.

He slid his rough hands exploring every inch of my body, tracing the curve of my waist and the dip of my hip. His hand molded over my breast, eliciting a gasp from me as he tugged gently on my sensitive nipple. Each touch sent electric jolts through me, making me pulse with an inner fire that threatened to consume us both.

But my own curiosity was just as strong.

I wanted to give him just as much pleasure as he was giving me. My fingers trailed down his abdomen, feeling the muscles tense under my touch, until they reached his manhood. I stroked him gently, relishing the way he hardened under my fingers. He let out a sharp gasp, urging me on as I continued to stroke him with increasing intensity.

As his fingers found all the right spots, I couldn’t resist him any longer. I needed him, wanted him more than anything. We moved together in perfect rhythm, our bodies becoming one in a wild dance of passion. Time seemed to blur, reality fading at the edges as I lost myself in the exquisite torture of his tantalizing touch.

Dimitri’s lips trailed a path of heat and moisture down my neck, over my collarbone, and finally to my breast where he latched on, sucking and licking with fervor. I tangled my fingers in his hair, urging him closer as I arched my back, offering more of my flesh to him. My hands roamed over his back, tracing the defined muscles that rippled beneath his skin.

With his every kiss, with his every touch, something fluttered in my chest as if it was awakening. I had never felt like this with any other man or vampire. This was different. My senses rocked. I burned for him.

A rush of warmth spread through my body, igniting every nerve ending. Blood surged through me like the waves on the beach, slamming against the rocks.

I pressed my palms against his chest, feeling the cool smoothness of his skin. His fingertips traced patterns onmy skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Each caress felt like a key turning, unlocking parts of me I never knew existed.

I ran my fingers through his hair, marveling at its silky texture. “Dimitri,” I murmured, his name rolling off my tongue like honeyed wine.

My heart swelled with an emotion I couldn’t name, both thrilling and terrifying in its intensity. He pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting mine. In their depths, I saw a reflection of my own desire, my own wonder at this unexpected connection.

Cradling his face in my hands, I traced the line of his jaw with trembling fingers. “I never knew it could be like this,” I murmured, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.

A shiver ran down my spine, not from cold but from the overwhelming intensity of the moment. Dimitri’s gaze softened, a rare vulnerability flickering across his features.

“Neither did I,” he admitted, his usual smirk replaced by a genuine smile that took my breath away.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. “You’re awakening something in me too,” he whispered, his cool breath sending tingles across my skin.

I turned my head, capturing his lips with mine. The kiss deepened, slow and exploratory, as if we had all the time in the world. The taste of him was intoxicating, a heady mixture of danger and desire.

I traced invisible patterns on his back, feeling the subtle flex and relax of his muscles responding to my touch.Each touch felt electric, charging the air between us with unspoken promises.

He parted my thighs, his fingers pressing into my skin as positioned between my trembling thighs as if he owned me. I could have pushed him away, but the desire pulsing through was too intense to resist. With a savage hunger, he plunged his hardened cock into me, driving it deep with every thrust. I raised my hips to meet him, seeking the delirious friction that made my vision blur with overwhelming pleasure. Our bodies collided with an animalistic fervor, each movement more powerful than the last.

As Dimitri held me close, a tidal wave of emotion crashed over me, unlike anything I’d ever experienced. My entire being resonated with a newfound awareness, as if I’d been sleepwalking through life until this very moment.

My entire body trembled, every nerve ending ablaze. Dimitri’s touch sent shockwaves through me, each caress igniting sensations I’d never known possible. My breath came in ragged gasps, my heart thundering so loudly I was sure he could hear it.

A kaleidoscope of emotions swirled within me—desire, fear, exhilaration, vulnerability—all blending into an overwhelming storm. I clung to Dimitri, my fingers digging into his shoulders, desperate for an anchor in this tempest of feeling.

“Dimitri,” I gasped, his name a prayer and a plea on my lips.

Our eyes locked, and in that moment, the world fell away. Isaw myself reflected in his gaze—not just my physical form, but the very essence of who I was. A sob caught in my throat, born of the sheer intensity of being truly seen for the first time.

As we moved together, it felt as if barriers I didn’t even know I had were crumbling. Each touch, each shared breath, seemed to peel away layers of myself, exposing a raw, pulsing core I’d kept hidden for so long.

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