Infinite Love

Chapter 18

Amelia

Time itself seems to stop as I am captured by his gaze. I don’t know why I let him do it, I had frozen when he reached out and pulled out my hair, the feel of his fingers running through it like a perfect dream. The gentleness with which he wiped away my lipstick, the reverence in his voice as he whispered his name for me.

Now here we are just staring at each other, a strange energy flowing between us. Anger gone, a dangerous place for us to be. Without breaking his gaze I reach for my champagne and drink the whole glass in one go. The corner of his lip turns up amused by my reaction to him. The fucker.

Desperately I search for that spark of rage inside that I need as my armour against him. Without it I am likely to say or do something stupid, something that could get us both killed. My hand trembles a little as I place the empty glass back on the table. I need to get out of here, away from him.

I move to rise from the booth, to make my escape but he’s already there blocking my way as I stand. Before I can speak he’s circled my waist and pulling me to the small dance floor, empty apart from us. A slow sensual jazzy song playing.

His proximity invades all of my senses, making my head spin, impairing my judgement. I know I should turn and run before this goes too far and I do something that we can’t come back from but I just can’t make myself go. His scent, his heat, his body so perfectly pressed into mine. Every dream I have had for the last thousand years realised, to be in his arms just like this.

Stupidly I relax into his hold, resting my head on his chest, I feel his own rest on the top of my head, his hand on my waist travels round and over my bum holding me tightly to him. I feel the thundering of his heart beneath his chest.

A dangerous game we play. His fingers trace gently along my arm making me look up at him and a whole different fire burns in his eyes now. A fire I feel in my very core and I know he will see it in my eyes, a reflection of his desire.

What harm could one night do? Nico is not here, Damian would never find out, just one night like this, after I’ll reinforce his compulsion but don’t we deserve it?

His head moves toward mine and I don’t move away, closing my eyes I relish the feel of his lips as they find my own. Hesitant, soft and yet perfect. Instinctively my hands wrap around his neck, my body presses into his and I feel his grip on my bum tighten as he crushes me to him. His other hand sliding up my body wrapping around my neck as he deepens his kiss. His tongue demanding entry, owning my mouth, owning my soul.

The most perfect kiss I have ever experienced, centuries of built up longing realised, pure passion free from anger. I feel the moan that escapes my lips through my whole body, as his lips leave mine working a blistering trail down my neck, his hand sliding down over my curves back to my waist. I feel my head lean back giving him access to my neck, longing to feel his fangs pierce the skin there connecting us in the most intimate way possible.

I feel destitution as he pulls away from me and my eyes snap open, I feel the anger instantly bubble once more inside. His eyes stop it in it’s track, so full of need “We can’t do this here Lia, let’s go I can’t hold myself together much longer”

The exact words I needed to hear in this moment. I don’t hesitate in turning to leave, I feel him so close as we exit and he takes my hand pulling me across the street. In the lobby I turn the key that will call the elevator for the penthouse and I feel the electricity pass between us. I can’t actually look at him for fear I will do something stupid right here in the lobby.

Each second is like a painful eternity as I watch the elevator descend for us, that glorious ping indicating it is here and the urgency with which Erik helps pry the doors open when they move too slowly for us. The gratitude I feel when there is no one else waiting to accompany us.

As the doors slide closed I risk a glance at him and his eyes are already on me, smouldering with a hot heat. There is nothing in the world but him and my need for him.

He pushes me back against the wall of the elevator, his hands working under my top massaging my breasts through my bra as his tongue explores my mouth. I can feel his hardness painfully pressed into my stomach, my readiness to be filled by him like nothing I have ever experienced before.

The ping of the elevator announcing its arrival at the penthouse is the most glorious sound to my ears. I doubt I have ever moved so fast as we speed past the guards at the door and make our way up to my bedroom. I close the door a little too excitedly and turn the lock firmly.

Turning to face him my heart feels like it will burst out of my very chest. He is glorious standing before me full of need, his trousers straining, we just stare at each other for a moment, neither quite believing where we are, what we are about to do but neither wanting to back out. To hell with the consequences.

His voice is a low sensual rumble when he speaks “Lia get over here now and let me worship you”