Lexie was a free spirit in every sense of the word. Despite being the spitting image of her mother, Isabella Swan, the two couldn't be more different.
In a last ditch effort to change her daughter's reckless behavior, Lexie was sent to an all-girl's...
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My breath hitched in my throat as I lightly trailed my fingertips along his chest; his cold marble-like skin felt like fire beneath my touch. His eyes rolled to the back of his head when I pressed my lips against his collarbone, leaving a trail of heated kisses towards his jaw. My tongue pressed against his neck and I moaned at the taste of his flesh- He was sweet like honey. I was addicted. I wanted more.
He threw his head back as his chest rumbled. A delicious, animalistic growl escaped his throat as his midnight orbs locked with mine. I pulled back and looked up at him, pleading with my eyes for him to let this continue.
I can make you feel good. I directed the thought towards him, piercing the invisible shield around my mind and demanding to be heard.
I knew that he had received the message when he clenched his jaw and his eyes somehow managed to darken even further.
"You are going to destroy me," he spoke in a low, husky voice, followed by an aroused growl that had me pressing my thighs together in a desperate bid to relieve some of the growing pressure.
I blinked slowly and bit my lower lip in a seductive manner as I whispered, "Let me."
