“Because you needed me. Why did you go to the cemetery?”
I paused for a moment, taking a deep breath and feeling foolish for why I had gone. Nothing else made any sense anymore; so, this didn’t have to either.
“I was looking for something to take me away from everything. I wanted to feel an emotion other than sadness, something like heart-clenching fear to make me forget and remember that I am able to feel much more than heartbreak. Fear is a much better feeling than what I have been drowning in for weeks.”
“Did you find it?”
I shook my head. “I guess what I mainly am beginning to question, is whether Davin ever really loved me. I want to know how he was able to move on so fast, and act like I never meant anything to him.” Davin made me so angry; yet, I still felt guilty running to Sully, his own flesh and blood, with all my woes.
“I can’t speak for Davin’s actions, but I know he loves you and he’s hurting just as much as you are. He may not show it the way you want but believe me when I say he is. We are vampires; we don’t show our weaknesses and emotions to the world the way humans do. We suffer silently.”
“But why Bernadette, the girl I hate the most?”
“He has to try moving on, and if spending time with Bernadette is what will help him then he’s going to do just that.”
I suddenly felt bad for even talking to Sully about Davin. He had confessed his love to me, and I had been so self-absorbed in my own troubles, never stopping to consider how any of this affected him. The woman he loved was crying to him over someone else.
“I’m sorry, Sully; I’ve been so selfish. Maybe I should ask how you’re doing through all of this?”
“How I feel isn’t important right now. I am here to help you when you need me, in any way you need. You’ll come to me, letting me into your heart when you are ready, and that’s when we’ll worry about how I feel.”
His muscles tensed in all the right areas when he moved, looking so devilishly tempting. His stature was comparative to that of a sophisticated implied nude model, just like a picturesque canvas that made you feel naughty simply by looking at it. An irresistible urge to kiss him, an urge of wanting to taste his beauty, unexpectedly struck me. I gently touched his pale cheek running my fingers through the ends of his hair that curled up behind his ears. He closed his eyes leaning close to my ear.
“You’re not betraying him by confiding in me,” his hushed voice reassured me.
And then, before I could say anything to him, his lips were on mine, adding to the thirst that was lurking inside of me waiting to be quenched. I couldn’t resist the alluring invitation to return his chilly, but heated, kiss. Instantly rousing temptation took over, stirring an ache from somewhere deep inside of me that wanted to discover more of what secrets and passion he kept hidden so well from view.
When our lips separated, I opened my eyes to his beautiful pale face only a mere couple inches from mine; smelling the natural tinge of cinnamon on his breath as he breathed in and out, hungry for more.
Desire burned deep in his dark sapphire eyes as he tenderly kissed down my neck then traced the cold trail left behind from his lips, back up to my mouth. My mind had finally gone numb to any other disheartening sentiments, making it impossible to think of anything else tonight so that I wanted more than to experience being with him right here, right now.
I kept my lips pressed against his, teasing his tongue with mine, aggressively pulling him closer and closer to me, breathing him in with each kiss. Finally, when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he eagerly began positioning his body over mine, showing the defined cuts in his toned stomach flexing when he moved as he strategically removed parts of our clothing. Deep indentations from every muscle were prominent underneath my fingertips when I ran my hands down his back.
Smoothing his thumb across my lower lip, he looked intently into my eyes, as if searching for some sign of reassurance that this was what I really wanted. My lip quivering underneath his finger was enough validation of my readiness for him to go on. The softness of his cool lips touched mine once again, before he confidently pushed himself against me, instantly filling me with a foreign sense of pure raw carnal pleasure.
Suddenly, it was as though I couldn’t get enough of him. Immediately I shuddered, impulsively digging my nails into his back; that seemed to send him through the roof when I did. No matter how close we were right now, my body still wasn’t close enough to his so I pulled him into me harder and rougher, digging my nails into him deeper and deeper till I could feel traces of thick liquid beneath them, knowing I had drawn blood, but we didn’t stop. Our bodies stayed in perfect sync with each movement, each caress, and each kiss.
A feverish heat unexpectedly rose up, filling every inch of my skin, hot blood coursing through all my veins, covering every part of me in its mysteriously painless burn. I opened my eyes to us both encased in the unknown white light that had healed us, and ultimately bound us forever. The aura glowed brighter with every passing minute that we succumbed to the heat of passion.
It wasn’t until we were finished, and I lay there against his cool chest while he ran his fingers through my sweat damped hair, that I realized just how much I had been yearning to
