~* EXCERPT #1 *~
"not worry, Dawn.” His eyes pierced through mine. “You planted yourself inside my head and now I can’t get you out.”Sebastian was the first to break our soundless stalemate. “Don’t you get it?” he asked, towering over me. “I can’t
“I’ve tried, believe me.”
“Well, you should try harder,” I mumbled, my fury slowly fizzling away.
He shook his head. “I’m not sure that I want to. I like how you feel inside my head.” He ran a hand through his wet hair, then rested it against the open door behind me. The gesture caused him to lean forward, bringing him even closer.
Suddenly, all I could think about was the hard curve of his full, enticing lips.
If I just tilted my head slightly…
Snap out of it! my subconscious warned as I bit down on my lip.
“Those feelings that you have are a lie!” I blurted out, pulling back. “It’s all because I gave you my blood and accidentally ingested yours. It’s like some kind of a Born-Made blood curse,” I said, though, this—whatever it was—felt nothing at all like a curse.
“Are you telling me that I must ignore every single thought that’s going through my mind right now?” he asked, moving closer.
I took a tiny step back. “Yes. Definitely.”
“What about my feelings?”
“Uh-huh. Those too.”
“Every one of them?” His voice was low and husky.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Fine.” He was saying one thing, but doing another, I realized, as he inched even closer.
“Good.” I retreated further into the partially open door.
The cool sensation of the wood soothed my burning skin. My back pressed against the door, forcing it to slam shut. Sebastian’s arm buckled under the sudden shift, sending him tumbling into me. He caught himself with his other hand mere inches before colliding with me, swiftly placing it on the other side of my head.
There was nowhere to run.
And even if I could escape, I wasn’t sure that I wanted to. My head spun as I soaked in the aromatic fragrance of his body. Soap and bare skin and something more severe. Icy. Dangerous. His breath held a hint of cool mint, and I was suddenly overcome with the desire to taste him. Trying to expel the thought, I bit down on my bottom lip, desperately pleading with my heart to still.
He’s the last person you should be thinking about kissing right now! the rational part of my mind screamed. The less rational part craved his lips and thirsted for his touch.
“Do your wounds hurt?” I asked in a frantic attempt to change the subject. I looked down at the light pink marks across his chest and arms.
“No. Do yours?” He cradled the back of my neck with his hand, gently trailing the two tiny fading scars with his thumb.
I shook my head and closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensation of his touch.
“Good,” he whispered.
An astounding wave of pleasure surged through my body as he pressed his mouth to the wound, igniting the memory of his fangs against my skin. He trailed tender kisses along the side of my neck, down to my clavicle, then back up toward my jaw. His lips grew fierce and his kisses deepened as his mouth finally found mine. I parted my lips, pulling him tighter into me, forgetting all about my intention to fight him."