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Chapter Twelve
“Rebecca…”
A voice floated on the air to me as I lay unmoving, my face upturned to except the steady stream of sweet nourishment that came down to me. Phantom hands frigid as snow yet soothing skimmed over bare flesh, caressed flushed cheeks. Everything was so warm, so heated, the touches of cold were relief embodied that I could not- would not- remove.
“Rebecca…”
Breath fanned over my lashes and I let them drift open to subject my eyes to a gorgeous devil leaning over me. Who was he….? I furrowed my brow slightly. Drake? Derek? Darrel? My mind was covered in a strangely pleasant haze and I couldn’t seem to shake it off. After a few moments of exertion I let my brow smooth over. Who cares what his name is? He was delicious.
“Rebecca…”
Something slick and cool slid up the side of my leg, dipping over each and every mold of it until it stopped at the edge of fabric barring my butt from view and then a plump raspberry pushed into my mouth along with a cold finger. Mmmm… cold. Without pausing to think I closed my lips over both offerings and sucked, swirling my tongue over each and tasting to my hearts content.
“Rebecca…”
The finger pulled away and then I was staring up into the face of angel with the eyes of a demon from inches away, a strawberry delicately clenched between his teeth. I swallowed down the raspberry and stared at him trying to figure out why it seemed like a bad idea to lean forward to except it. I’d taken so many pieces of fruit, however this one bothered me. Why? My mind, even through the smog of grayness, said not to yet my body whispered of how good it would taste, of how warm and alive each fruit made me feel. How this one would be more. A dark thrumming started up in my body.
“Rebecca…Taste me…” the voice breathed, “Steal the warmth from my lips… give me yours in return…”
The sweet sorcery sang through my veins and my mind stopped nagging, my thoughts stopped spinning. There was only sensation, his lips and tempting fruit. I knew what I had to do. With a sigh I leaned forward and swiped my tongue across the fruit, careful not to graze his lips as I did so. Sweet, addictive, pleasure. A moan stirred up from the back of my throat and I sagged slightly, going boneless and then stiffening up again as a trail of shivers shimmied over every nerve I had. I didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to… but the fruit called every bit of a siren as the crooning voice and I helplessly surged up for another forbidden taste. My tongue flicked out again but this time a hand gripped me by the hair and suddenly my lips were crushed to his, the strawberry tangled between our tongues. I gasped, felt something in me rise up but the fruit pressed against a tooth flooding my mouth with sugary juice and I relaxed again. My eyes went half-mast and I groaned again. His lips were chiseled with a sensual softness that drove the chill of his flesh into a pleasure all its own as he pressed closer, tugging the berry back into his mouth where my tongue was helpless against following. Something sharp slid over the tip of my tongue and I let out another noise that was closer to a purr suddenly feeling as if my body was jumpstarted by a car battery. Energy flowed across my shoulder blades, down my spine and limbs before venturing into other places. I tried to break away, to get away or just catch my breath I don’t know, but he didn’t let me, keeping g his mouth firmly locked to mine. Air breezed past my face and then I on my back, the dark angel looming over me, both of us still connected by our intimate touch.
