Could she remember, did she? Gabriel ran his hands the length of her, cupped her buttocks, and pulled her lower half against him, let her feel his arousal, his need. This was Heaven, his one light in eternal darkness. Teeth, lips, blood mixed, her blood, like molten silver and sugared wine.
Like a slap in the face.
He pulled back, shook his head and searched for air. Lust reddened his vision.
She breathed rapidly and pushed her hands against his chest while simultaneously clenching the material of his shirt, her voice a strained whisper. “I shouldn’t have done that Gabriel, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have. I don’t know what came over me. I just met you! ”
He closed his eyes and tried to tune out her rapid heartbeat. She thought she’d been the one to instigate? He gazed into her face, swollen lips and glazed eyes. So beautiful. Her long, straight platinum hair blew in the wind. Her wide, golden eyes shone bright within his supernatural vision. Her frame, as it had been before, willowy and tall with legs that went on forever. She appeared an angel.
Calah looked the same, delicately beautiful and innocent as no other could be.
But she wasn’t that way anymore, not according to Alex, not according to her life. He had watched and relished the person she had become, so strong, vibrant and independent. Calah, still herself yet different―evolved. He saw the way she acted around him, understood the complexities of it though she did not.
Her heart beat rapidly beneath his palm. “I kissed you, Calah.” A warm smile came naturally, the first in centuries. “You merely kissed back.”
Her full lips curled in at the corners, she released his shirt and dropped her eyes. “This is inappropriate, Gabriel.” As though she awakened from a dream, she glanced around frantically. “Where is Alex?”
He pulled back and ran a hand through his hair. Then he thought twice, drove his hand into her hair and tilted her head back until her eyes met his. He let his long repressed emotions overtake. Saw no reason to take this slowly. “I desire you for more than your writing abilities, Calah, do you not realize that?”
Calah spoke but no words came out. She behaved as all females did with him. Did she not feel this, know this? He felt his incisors grow again, for the fourth time since he had laid eyes on her. He growled in frustration and pushed away. He was too old for this, knew better. He had done nothing but practice self-restraint for far too long.
Touching her once had snapped his self-restraint in half.
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