Demented as it may seem, this scene reminded me of Valentine’s Day.
The warmth pooled against his hand until it overflowed between his fingers like a piece of silk. He pulled her closer, the suppleness of her back crashing against his chest. Her lungs spit moist air as they emptied. Her body writhed against him as he grew erect in need.
She was such a subtle creature, sheltered and innocent. Even her screams were celibate in torment. His fingertips caressed her temple. He kept her cheek pressed against his as if in an old Hollywood romance. It was the sway of her body that first enticed him. The way her hips spoke to him in a languid sultry voice.
He got her attention the way he had with all the others, money. He lavished it upon her, until she was so intoxicated that she fell onto the satin overlay, anxious for his calloused hands to roam her body. He enjoyed in her delights, as much as he had in the others before her.
He inhaled the wafting from her light hair as it fell across her shoulders. She smelled of sweet orange and mango. The drugs had taken effect, and she laid in a quiet apprehension. He kept a steady hand as the blade caressed the expanse of her neck. He looked for an area with the most longing and stopped. He teased her with a feather twist before he applied the exact amount of pressure to birth that single tiny bud. The air escaped him as it ballooned and then dropped. Trailing a stained path down her neck before curving and twisting to her collarbone where it rested.
He caressed his way across her abdomen leaving a trail of succulent sticky warmth as he went. He pressed the blade into her forearm and with a quick slice of pressure, he released the blood contained beneath.
His eyes opened to the glory of crimson beneath his hands. It embraced her, curving against her and it called to him. He heard that sweet siren so long ago. Its melody filled him like no other, and he swayed with her to the music of his mind.
He turned her within his embrace before he laid her on the black satin sheets. Her amber eyes had gone dim but she was still stunning with her hair sprayed against the pillows. The rich pattern of crimson that poured over her white dress and ivory skin called to him. He leaned over with a gentle touch to her lips.
A final farewell in their bittersweet romance.
Excerpt from Trust Me Book 1 - Serenity Lost by Amy Romine
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Suspense for the Romantic Heart
Copyright © Amy Romine 2011
Copyright © Amy Romine 2011
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