Page 70 of Night for Ruthless Whispers
“Who are you?” I ask him. My voice cracking, gasping.
“Probably your doom.”
He moves a little closer to me, and this time I don't resist. One of his hands settles on the curve of my hip, the other grabs one of mine and places it on his chest.
“Shall we dance?” he asks me.
I nod awkwardly. Never has a man made me feel so confused and excited just by looking at me.
My legs falter, but they follow him to the dance floor. I mindlessly move, guided by the music, by desire, by passion.
He presses his body against mine, holding me with a delicate firmness that leaves me free to escape at any moment. But I don't want to. I don't want to run away from him.
His hands come up slowly, making me feel aroused, lost in his touch. I raise my hands above my head and play with my hair. I bite my lower lip and lift my face, eyes closed.
His forehead brushes mine. I open my eyes, and I know this man has cast a spell on me. In some mysterious way, he has managed to sneak deep, deep into my senses.
His hands are pressed firmly against my hips. Mine go up and around his neck, pulling him even closer.
His lips brush mine, just a little. A whisper against my mouth that makes me want more. My tongue makes the first move. It comes out and finds his, and a giddiness runs through me as his tongue responds to mine.
One kiss... I can settle for just one kiss...I think.
But I know it's a lie.
Because when his mouth finally found mine, I understood that I wanted more—more of him. And I won't turn away until I get it, because I may never have this chance again.
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