I wanted him. I arched my back, fully aware of how vulnerable that made me and that I was giving him an invitation. He accepted it and laid me back against the table, bringing his body down on top of mine. That crushing kiss of his moved from my mouth to the nape of my neck. He pushed down the edge of my dress and the bra strap underneath, exposing my shoulder and giving his lips more skin to conquer.
Richelle Meadthe kind of kiss that said, I want to consume every inch of you and hear you scream my name.
Richelle MeadBless you, daugher of man," Carter said, his eyes luminous and almost silver now. He leaned down and kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes and caught my breath. His lips were both burning hot and icy cold.
Richelle MeadPeople have always had a fascination with the supernatural going back to the beginning of time and with vampires in particular. This phenomenon is not new.
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