Chapter Seven
Chapter
Seven
JETT
My body feels as if it were on fire. Like, at any moment, it might ignite into flames.
With Aziz’s arm around me, his mouth on mine, I feel so much more than I thought possible.
I’d been nervous to ask him to come inside.
I knew what it would lead to. I wanted it.
I don’t know why, it’s not something I’ve done before.
I’ve never in my life kissed a man like this or even invited them into my home with the desire to do something so brazen.
Aziz moves us without stopping our kiss. He opens my door, not using a key, and lets us in. Over the threshold, he scoops me in his arms and carries me through the house. I don’t know how he knows it, but he figures out where my room is without asking or without removing his lips from mine.
Only when my back touches the bed does he draw his lips away. Even then, he does so only to start kissing his way along my jaw, down my neck to where my neck meets my shoulder.
I do my best to start unbuttoning his shirt, but it’s frustrating, and I find myself ripping his shirt open instead.
Aziz makes a growling noise in the back of his throat and jerks away, stripping the shirt completely off.
He toes his shoes off and shoves his pants down, exposing all that’s him.
When he comes back to me, it’s not to kiss me, but rather to rip my clothes from my body as well.
He doesn’t take mercy on them. He destroys them, and I couldn’t even think to be upset about it.
I loved every second of him being so . . . primal.
With nothing between us, Aziz comes back over me. His lips latching onto mine, his fingers curling around one of my breasts, his arm goes beneath me, holding me to him.
The feel of his thickness against my thigh has me growing wetter than I thought possible.
Oh yes.
I was right to invite him in.
I want what he’s going to give me.
Shifting my hips, I let my legs fall open, giving him yet another invitation. One he takes, but not in the way I would have thought.
Aziz kisses and licks, toys and nips at my skin with his amazing tongue and teeth between both my breasts before working his way downward.
My body is humming in such a way I don’t even know how to describe it.
It’s remarkable. Beautiful. So intense, I’m not sure I could go without having him inside me.
“Aziz,” I moan, my hands curling into the short black hair on his head.
“Yes, little one?” he murmurs against my skin.
“I need you inside me,” I tell him, looking down my body to meet his dark, intense eyes.
“I know what you need, Jett, and I’ll give it to you, but you’re not ready.”
He follows his words with a lick to my slit between my legs, sending electric bolts throughout my whole being.
Oh. My. Gods.
Never have I felt something so immaculate and phenomenal in my life.
Aziz uses his tongue to work me into a frenzy, adding his fingers in, sliding them through my juices, sliding first one, then another, stretching me. The pressure is like a biting sting, though it’s not painful in any way. In fact, it’s somewhat pleasurable.
The more he stretches me, the more I want him inside me. I don’t know how much more of his teasing I can take before going mad with need for him. I have no doubt my body is ready for him to take me. To fill me with such immense pleasure.
Oh yeah, I want that and more.
“Aziz,” I call his name, feeling the intense pleasure growing even bigger.
“Don’t fight it, little one,” he murmurs, sliding his fingers inside me once again, scissoring them open. “I want you to come all over my fingers for me. Soak them with this sweet nectar of a pussy.”
It’s like my body wanted him to command it. Those words out of his mouth and I ignite for him. A cry of utter pleasure leaves my lips.
“That’s it, Agápi,” Aziz coos, his body coming over me, his fingers leaving me.
I want to protest, but in the next second his thickness aligns with my entrance, and he starts sliding inside me. The girth of him stretching me was such a fiery pleasure. He’s bigger, much, much bigger than just taking his fingers, but I wouldn’t want to tell him to stop.
I want this.
No, I need this.
So . . . so badly, I need this.
Probably more than my next breath.
Aziz pushes inside me, taking his time, but still not letting me come down from my release. My senses felt heightened.
Staring up into his eyes, I become entranced with the way they seem to get this red gleam in them.
“Take me, Aziz,” I tell him in a whisper and lick my lips, wishing he’d kiss me again.
“I’m going to take you, Agápi, I’m going to take you and make you mine. From this moment, you’re mine. Do you understand?” he grinds out, sliding deeper inside me.
“Yes.” I wanted that.
“Good,” he says just before he slams his mouth to mine and surges forward, right through the barrier, and catapults me into an even more delightful pleasure. “Fuck, little one, you’re so damn tight. Agápi, you’ll burn me alive with how tight you’re squeezing me.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“Fuck no,” he growls and starts moving, his mouth just a breath from mine.
All I can do is hold on to him, arms around his neck, my legs circling his waist.
The only sounds that fill the room is our ragged breathing mixing with the slapping sounds of him thrusting inside me, along with my moans and his growly groans.
On the brink of an orgasm, Aziz moves, thrusting faster as he buries his head in my neck. I arch to give him better access without thinking of what that might mean.
Between one second and the next, Aziz sinks his teeth into my neck. His mouth pulls and draws there, sending the most intoxicating sensation coursing through my body. My release rushes through me, and I cling to Aziz tighter, wishing for the moment to never end.
I don’t know how long he’d been latched to my neck, but when his teeth released, he lifted his head to meet my eyes again. I saw they were back to normal, the blood red circling them was gone.
“Mine, Agápi, all fucking mine.”
“Yours,” I agree.
Aziz reclaims my lips, and he starts moving inside me all over again.
The morning light filters through the open blinds, and I find myself alone. Rolling, I stretch, feeling the coolness of the sheets. A part of me wonders if last night had been nothing more than a dream, but my eyes catch sight of a piece of paper, and I lift it to see what it says.
Agápi,
I wish not to have to leave you so early, but though I can withstand the sun to an extent, there were things I needed to take care of this morning. Call me when you wake. I’ll look forward to hearing your voice and seeing you this evening.
At the bottom of the note, he left me his number.
A smile curls at the way he’d written the word Agápi. I knew it meant the word love, and I like the way he said it while he’d been inside me.
Reaching up to my neck, my smile grows bigger at the memory of the way he’d bitten me. At one point in the night, I’d bitten him as well.
It was erotic and so intense, a trill of excitement rushes through me just thinking about it.
Looking at the time, I sigh, knowing I need to get ready. I’m scheduled to work at the library today and I don’t have time to waste. I overslept by an hour.
Throwing the covers back, I get out of bed and get ready for the day.
I pick out another sweater. This a white and black stripe with buttons down the front.
I pair it with a black tank top. For bottoms, I go with black form-fitting slacks.
Shoe-wise wise I go with a pair of my rounded-toe heels.
Simple and not a big deal. I brush my hair, one last time in my mirror, check my makeup, and nod.
Ready.
I grab the note off my bed, go in search of my purse, which I’d dropped somewhere between my door and the room last night.
I find it sitting on the little table I keep off to the side of the front door.
I guess Aziz must have picked it up for me.
Grabbing it, I look inside, find my phone, and make sure I have my portable charger in my bag.
I was going to need that since I didn’t charge it last night like I usually do.
Knowing I wasn’t going to have time for coffee, I headed out of the house into the bright sunlight.
I blink at the brightness and smile. After such an amazing night with Aziz, it’s the perfect way to start the day.
The only thing that would have made things better is to have him there when I woke—that and maybe coffee in bed.
As I walk down the street toward town, the coffee shop being my destination, I type Aziz’s number in my phone, save it, then pull up a message. I didn’t want to call him, and him be busy. Or worse, call him and he tells me that last night was all a mistake.
On that thought, my fingers pause, and I wonder if that’s what he’d really think.
Regardless, I decide to still text him.
Me: Morning.
After hitting send, I realize I probably should tell him who the number belongs to.
Me: BTW, this is Jett.
Instead of getting a text back, my phone rings, Aziz’s name on the screen.
I answer it with a “Hey.”
“Morning, little one,” he says in greeting. “You didn’t call me when you woke up.”
Okay, so maybe last night he didn’t think it was a mistake. This would be good.
“I woke late and needed to get ready for work. I was going to be late if I didn’t get moving.
I’m stopping to get coffee on the way there because again I didn’t have time to make it at home, because well, I overslept.
” I pause, thinking about what I just said.
“Not that I’m complaining. Last night was great.
Magnificent even. I’m just saying I can’t use the excuse of great sex to be able to get out of being late even if it’s just a volunteer position.
The ladies at the library depend on my help. ”
“You done?” Aziz asks clearly seeming to be amused by my ramblings.
“Well . . .” I draw out, making him chuckle.
“Agápi,” he murmurs, and I notice the noise in the background. It was music which reminded me that he left early to go to Dyrk.
“I didn’t mean to bother you while you were working.”
“You are never a bother,” Aziz remarks, his tone losing the amusement and filling with all seriousness. “You could never be. When it comes to you, Jett, I’ve got all the time in the world.”
“I don’t know what to say to that,” I whisper, making my way across the street to where the coffee shop was. Ironically, it was only a few doors down from Dyrk.
“There’s nothing to say. I speak only the truth when it comes to you. Now, get your coffee and get to work. I’ll meet you there when you get off.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him he could see me now, but instead, I simply sigh. “Okay.”
The two of us hang up after he says a few more sweet words, and I shove my phone in my bag.
Just outside the coffee shop, I get the sense I had the other night about being watched, but looking around, I don’t see anyone.
Shrugging the feeling off, I head inside.
I have a full day ahead of me, and I need to get to it before I start letting my head run amok with other thoughts.
Thoughts that would be consumed with a man who I let into my bed last night.
A man who wasn’t just a man at all, and I didn’t give any thought to the fact that he was indeed a vampire. I’d do it all over again.
And again.