Violetility – Hole Skybox [Deluxe]
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“My parents aren’t home,” she said in a secretive whisper, leading him into her bedroom. He chuckled richly at not just her tone, but the blush upon her cheeks. He knew what she wanted. They’d been playing this game for several months, cat-and-mousing.
It had taken a great deal of courage to walk him into her bedroom, knowing they were alone. Timidity took over the moment those eyes gazed at her, his need a tangible thing in that look. “Let’s take it slow,” he murmured, pulling her down to the floor with him. “I just want to hold you. You’re so warm…”
As her body relaxed, his finger explored more of her flesh, where he could reach. He never touched her inappropriately, knowing she’d flee like a skittish deer flushed from a clearing by a strange noise. “You’re still cold,” she said with some worry, always concerned about his health. “It’s all right. I just take a while to warm up once inside.” “Oh. Okay. Well, stay close then…”
She likes the way his bandages felt against her skin. He said his line of work was responsible for the perpetual finger wounds requiring them being wrapped, and the tape was just part of his allure now. Electric trickles of pleasure awoke a bravery she didn’t know she had, and he soon found her pivoting to steal a kiss.
He only pecked her lips sweetly, grinning when her face twisted in a frustrated pout. He gave her another one, and then another, but the teasing kisses only seemed to make her needier for his attention. Feeding off the residual bravery, she moved suddenly to straddle his lap, teasing his facial piercings with her fingers, intent upon taking the deeper kiss she desired.
He was greatly amused by the sudden bursts of bravado and he allowed her some moments of playfulness before turning the tables. Dropping back to the floor, he dragged her with him, chaotic mess of arms and legs until they settled against one another. “You were saying?” he taunted her.
She smiled at his coy remark, but then her face smoothed out as she pulled her against his chest, resting her head over his heart. She couldn’t tell if it was his or her heart pounding inside her head. “I was saying…that I’m really glad you’re here.” His face lost its humor, blue eyes suddenly lambent with her heart-felt confession.
He moved with a speed that wasn’t normal and lifted her with an ease that belied his trim frame, and it was too sudden for her process those supernatural qualities before he laid her on the bed, following quickly. Was it going to happen? Now? She was nervous, and the blush consumed her cheeks and neck, but when his lips began to feather over her neck, instinct kicked in. She pressed her head back into the pillow and sighed deeply, with such contentment. Closing her eyes, she submitted her body to him without a word and, in her blind lust, failed to see the fangs elongating beyond his lips…