I could touch her… She would accept my touch…
Sebastian had suffered centuries without contact with others, much less touch, yet now a hauntingly lovely female stood just inches from him, open and unafraid.
He raised his shaking hands to her waist, dragging her to him. He barely stifled a shudder when her lush breasts pressed against him. «Tell me your name.»
«My name… ?» she murmured absently. «My name is Kaderin.» Her voice was sensual, a voice from dreams. It seemed to rub him from the inside.
«Kaderin,» he repeated, but it didn’t fit her. As he stared down into her dark eyes, he realized the name was too cold, too formal, for the creature in his arms. «Katja,» he rasped, surprised to find that his thumb was brushing slowly over her bottom lip. The urge to kiss her was overwhelming. “Katja, I… "—he began in a rough, breaking voice—"must… I must kiss you.«
At his words, the dark hazel of her eyes turned completely silver. «I used to love being kissed,» she whispered in a dazed tone. Her delicate arms laced up his chest, and she clutched his shoulders desperately. “Vampire, please”—she stared up at his lips and licked her own—"make it worth it…”
