The Dreams and Nightmares Anthology by Charlie Daye and company
Posted by brriske
My head tilted fractionally, for I wanted more, but refused to look away from his calming stare. He held me to him with his eyes. They were dark in color, yet shown brightly in the dim, bluish light surrounding us.
Confirmation. That’s what his gaze held. I showed him everything I ever felt for him, and he confirmed that I wasn’t alone in my emotions.
He was my everything, though I knew only moments ago I couldn’t even remember his name. It felt as if years had gone by since we last met, and yet it had only been one week. I had missed him so much I ached.
Andre’s blazing touch continued down my arm, easing some of the tightness in my chest, and I decided to focus on the moment, with him, and worry about the future later.
Slowly, he tugged my arm off his back. Goose bumps rose over my fair skin, and I shivered, wanting to rush him, but also longing for the night to last forever.
When his fingers finally met my wrist, he grasped my hand, bringing it to his lips for a supple kiss on my palm before rubbing his nose lightly across my inner wrist. His eyes were asking permission, and my heart skipped a beat with anticipation.
“Yes,” I whispered.
His eyes never strayed from mine as his tongue slid across my pulse, causing my stomach to clench just before he pierced the vein with his sharp teeth. *