Dark Dreams Ch. 04

"Kiss me," she breathed.

I stared, wondering if I had heard her right. It became apparent that I had when her arms wrapped around my neck, her fingers snaking into my hair making a shiver travel down my spine. Wrapping my arms around her back, I gazed into her eyes for a heart beat before I slanted my mouth across her parted lips.

Groaning at the velvety touch of her lips on mine, I molded her against me. A desperation swept over me and instead of being gentle, I was soon tasting and nibbling at her like a starved man. A hand snaked up into her golden tresses, marveling at the silky texture of her hair as I cupped the back of her head in my palm. I almost let out a primal growl at the thought of it spread across something much more intimate.

She moaned softly, the sweet sound a stimulating to my frayed nerves. Those delicate fingers weaved into my obsidian colored hair, twisting in a way that sent electricity racing down my spine to my aching member straining against the confinements of my jeans. Bloody hell. Just kissing the woman set my blood to a boiling pitch.

Deepening our kiss, I devolved my tongue into the warm crevasse of her mouth. God. She tasted divine. Sweet with a tangy flavor that had me exploring for more. It also made me wonder what her sweet womanly nectar would taste like as she climaxed into my greedy mouth.

Jaw clenching at the wild images of her in the throws of undiluted passion, I felt the edge of one of my fangs pierce the tender tissue of her lower lip. The metallic zing of her blood filled my mouth and my entire body convulsed in ecstasy as a rumbling groan crawled up my throat. Fire thrilled through my veins like nothing I had ever felt before. My painfully throbbing erection felt like it was about to spurt while my heart hammered against my ribs at an alarming rate.

Pulling away from her mouth, I clung to her, burying my face in the crook of her neck as I tried to reign in some control. The need to take her was almost overwhelming. Never in all my long years had any mortal's blood sent me to a fever like frenzy. Only Stella's.

"I'm sorry," I breathed against her warm skin scented with the blossom perfume she favored, "I never meant to hurt you."

Fingers clenched and unclenched in my hair, almost undoing what little self preservation I had. She was shaking against me. Fear put the fire in my blood out. Had I frightened her?

Swiping my tongue across my lips in a nervous gesture, I shivered at the taste of her essence there. Lifting my head, I pushed the hunger back and stared down at her. Glazed blue eyes that had a ring of dark green on the outer edges flicked up to meet my gaze as she drew the bottom edge of her bleeding lip into her mouth. Her chest rose in a silent gasp as she looked up at me.

Shoving the knee jerking reaction her features caused me, I swallowed the lump that was forming in my throat. "You have nothing to fear from me, Stella. That I promise you." My voice was a deep rasp, breathy almost.

Looking up at me, she whispered in a purring voice, "You're eyes are black swimming pools."

Inhaling sharply, I froze at the sharp scent of her arousal that filled the air. Mouth opening in soundless gasp, I shuddered at the sweet smell of her release. I had to get away. I had to get away before I dragged her to the floor and ravished her in front of everyone.

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(Stella)

The moment I felt the quick flash of pain and his deep grumbling groan that filled my mouth, I had climaxed against his shaking hard form. Leaning my weight against the pulsing bulge of his desire, I almost cried out when he pulled away to bury his face in the crook of my neck. I almost begged him to bite me. I wanted it. I wanted to fill that earth shattering pleasure I knew his bite would give me.

Feeling his tall frame shudder against me, my stomach tightened in feminine glee that I had did this to him. My kiss flavored with the taste of my blood had caused this bulk of sex wrapped in hard muscles to shiver in my arms. Clenching my sticky thighs together, I held in the moan that wanted to crawl out of my mouth and did my own trembling against him.

I barely heard the apology he murmured into my throat. Why the hell was he saying sorry? That was by far the best orgasmic experience I had ever had. Even if it was in public.

He shifted, raising his dark head to look down at me and my heart skipped. His eyes were black shining orbs filled with flickering lights. Drawing my lip between my teeth, I inhaled sharply at the sudden clash of my vivid dream sex god met with the present soul quivering beast of a man. Inner muscles clenching, I felt a warm trail of my desire seep down the inside of my right thigh.

"You have nothing to fear from me, Stella. That I promise you."

I might not have nothing to fear, but he did. I wanted him and I wanted him now. I wanted to run my hands down his sculpted body while those obsidian eyes stared at me, half closed with heated desire.

"You're eyes are black swimming pools." My voice was throaty with my undisguised need.

I watched as his nostrils flared as he inhaled quickly. Black eyes widening, he stilled against my giving form. Those full lips parted and a wave seemed to travel down his body, pressing his hard member into my lower stomach in the process. Did he smell my arousal for him? Could he feel the heat emitting from my drenching soft folds that craved his touch?

Arms sliding away from my body, I blinked in confusion when he stepped away. Chest heaving, he swallowed wordless as he stared at me with eyes like glittering obsidian glass. He was breath taking and he was taking yet another step away from me. My hand lifted, reaching out to him in a silent plea.

"Sage?"

I couldn't understand why he was moving away from me. Had I done something wrong? Did I kiss badly? Did I smell repulsive? Some of the ardor faded under that thought. It would kill something inside me if I found out that the scent of my desire was what put him off.

Tongue darting out to lick his lips, his gaze dropped down and a deep growling groan erupted from him. Meeting my hazy gaze, I saw the utterly masculine heat enter his eyes and my knees wobbled. It was the look a man got when he knew he could have you. That you would fall willingly into his arms to seek the pleasure he offered.

"If I don't leave you now, sweet mortal," he murmured softly, his voice dropping down to a rumbling bass that slid down my spine, "I will shred that lovely dress to pieces. My control is teetering, my love, and seeing you like this... I fear that I will take you here in front all these prying eyes. Fuck your beautifully aroused body until you scream for me."

Whoosh. I was hot and panting from the images he created in my head. I hadn't noticed that the hand that wasn't reaching out for him was clenching the loose material of my dress over my pulsing sex, my arm shaking with the need to relieve some of the pressure building in my fleshy rosebud. I silently begged him to do as he said he would. At that moment, I didn't care who all saw me. I wanted this man inside me. I wanted to fell his muscled form sliding over me as he brought me to heaven and back.

"I will come to you, tomorrow night, Stella."

His voice startled me out of the living color film I was seeing I my head and I blinked at him for a moment.

"What?" I whispered, not understanding what he had said.

A corner of his mouth curved up in a devilish smile. My hand involuntarily pressed against my aching core. "Tomorrow, my Stella, I will come to you when the moon is full," glancing down at my trembling hand pressed against my soaking sex, his breath hitched for a moment, "I came to learn the name of the woman that captured my attention, I've got that. Now I want more, Stella, so much more."

Reaching out, he cupped my cheek in this palm and brushed the pad of his thumb over the sensitive love mark he left me. Eyelids fluttering closed, I leaned into him and brought my hand up. Fingertips skimmed the silky edge of his shirt and my heart started a quick heavy tempo in my chest. The moment my palm touched the hard planes of his rippling stomach, a purring voice filled my ears.

"Sage," a woman's voice asked heatedly, "who is this?"

Swooning and slightly baffled, I opened my eyes as Sage dropped his hand from my cheek. Turning slowly, I let my own hands drop down to my sides and regarded a gorgeous woman standing a few feet away form us. She was a tall curvy redhead with flaming red hair that dropped to her waist in perfect ringlets and flashing pale green eyes. Bright red lips were turned down in a scowl as she stared at me.

Sage cursed softy. Reaching out, I was surprised when Sage gathered me in his arms, locking his arms around me in a fleshy steel cage. "Hello, Mira."

Frowning, I glanced at Sage. Desire no longer softened his features. Eyes blank as unyielding stone, his dark brows pinched slightly and those lips that had been soft and giving were drawn in a tight line. Whoever this woman was, he wasn't happy to see her. Dread made my stomach twist.

"Tell me," the woman muttered sharply, drawing my attention back to her scorching gaze, "what are you doing with my husband?"

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Well, I had decided that I didn't like the way it had ended the first chapter four I had put up. Wanted to length it a bit and changed the perceptive. I hope the end of this ending of the chapter. I thoroughly enjoyed writing it, as I hope you all will enjoy reading this revised chapter. I would greatly love to hear your opinions, ideas, feedback of this revised version of chapter four. With tons of love and gratitude to all my reads, I hope to have chapter five out for you soon! Thanks so much for reading!