Page 105 of Your Coffin or Mine
I kneel in front of her and reach for the soft edges of her cloak, rubbing it gently between my fingers.
“I will agree that any questions you have are valid. I have no issue telling you anything you wish to know, especially given how I wanted to speak with you about the future—at a later date, of course.” I am just astounded at the fact that she’s not runningaway screaming or trying to stab me with sharp instruments. “I must say, you’re taking all of this rather well.”
Her eyes take on a bright sheen, her face flushing as she leans forward, her hands gripping her knees. “I am, aren’t I?”
“I want to learn everything I can about you, and I find you entirely enchanting. My feelings will not be repressed, and I only want to care for you, if you will let me,” I continue on, hoping she will return at least some of my affections.
She wets her lips and looks up at me. “I think I need you to kiss me now.”
I brush my hand across the soft skin of her face and cup her cheek, leaning down to press my lips to hers. Her intoxicating scent floods my nostrils and I groan. “Fuck, you smell so good.”
She pulls back a moment and brings her petite hand up to her face, placing it on top of mine. “What do I smell like?”
“Like magic and sunrise, with a hint of wildflowers, and like the summers of my youth,” I tell her honestly.
Her hands dart up to grip my face, and she pulls me to her. Her tongue licks at the seam of my lips and my cock goes rock hard. I open my eyes to look down at this beautiful creature, who is seemingly just as passionate as I am about her, and hope flutters within my chest.
I pull back and her eyes open, the blue seas of them so tranquil and bright I could look into them for the rest of my days. Her face is flushed, and she tugs slightly at her cloak.
“Are you ready to take that off and show me your pretty dress in the light?” Now that I’ve answered all her questions, I want to see and touch her.
The way those blue eyes blink with nervousness makes me smile.
My gaze can’t help but follow when she licks her lips before biting her bottom one between her teeth.
“Itispretty warm in here,”she says primly, unmoving from the bench seat.
I stare down into her eyes and reach for the ties holding it in place, pulling it apart to get a look at her. The cloak falls away slowly from her shoulders, revealing soft, succulent skin. My mouth waters and I whine like a wounded animal. I’m the one embarrassed when she laughs lightly.
I get to my feet, dumbfounded and lost when her breasts come into view, seemingly seated in the dress by magic. One wrong move and it looks like they will both fall free. The red shimmers like rubies in the light, but when she moves—she is the sea, deep and treacherous, just as her curves are to my willpower.
I take her hand and pull her to her feet, placing her in my arms where she belongs. “You are never allowed to wear this in public,” I growl out.
She blushes and smirks. “No worries, not even George could talk me into it.”
I lean in closer, wrapping my arm around her waist, and her breath hitches in her throat. Her body goes rigid when my lips graze her ear.
“In my experience, humans are quite simple creatures. They do many great things. Some of the most awe-inspiring architecture in the world has been created by humans, but, in the same breath, they also commit horrible atrocities. Especially toward things they cannot explain. Do you know why?”
Her brow furrows with concentration. “Fear? They’re afraid of the unknown?”
“Is that what you feel?” I rub slow circles down her sides, loving the goosebumps accompanying the shiver that she can’t hide from me. “Is fear the reason your heart races in your chest?”
“No.”
A swelling sensation fills my entire being, and I can’t stop myself from squeezing her a bit tighter. “I don’t want your fear—I never want you to fear me. What I want from you can’t be coerced or taken. What I want only you can give.”
“What do you want?” She gasps when I nibble lightly at her neck, watching her skin shiver in response.
“I desire you to want me as much as I want you, to crave me the way I crave you. I want your heart, your touch, for as long as you will have me.”
Her breathing grows erratic, and she turns, glancing along the walls of the hallway as she does. She blinks and attempts to pull away to look over my shoulder.
“What are you doing?” I ask, thoroughly perplexed by her actions.
“Looking for the cameras.”
I frown and stop her movements, taking her hands in mine. “There are no cameras.”
