Beasty | First Draft Sample

12

The atmosphere in the room changed instantly, heavy, hot. Even the air seemed charged with energy, and I could almost feel the tingles on my fingertips.

Eyes still on mine Romanov made a move to stand up and I let out a gasp when one-minute Romanov was sitting on the bed and the next he was an inch away from me.

"Had a safe trip, I suppose?" He bit out, his voice a dark and deadly storm.

I couldn't reply, my eyes remained frozen on Romanov's blazing golden ones. I stood still before him.

His golden eyes shone brighter, and I gasped and shut my eyes when he leaned forward, his nose now touching my cheek. "Speak. Olivia."

Shock ran through me as I felt his arm slip around my back, tightening as it encircled my back completely. "Do you know how infuriating it is to wait for someone at the airport and an hour later when they are nowhere in sight, all the confusion, turns into fear, and then the fear into anger?"

His hold tightened on me again and he pulled me to him with a jolt, his lips brushing against mine, only for a second. I shivered as chills ran down my back at the contact of his lips, his warm breath covering my mouth.

"Who touched my mark, Olivia?"

Despite my violently beating heart and the tingles on my lips I frowned, my irritation and stomach cramps making me act without care.

"Why are you even so mad?" I blurted out frustratingly, throwing my hands up in the air.

Surprising me, Romanov threw his head back and chuckled, "Why am I so mad?"

My breath hitched in my throat when he suddenly stopped. His serious gaze on mine. "Who touched my mark, Olivia? Who touched you?"

Suddenly feeling very rebellious I looked away, sticking my nose in the air. "First tell me how you know that someone touched it, and why you are so mad. Then maybe I—ahh!"

My eyes wide I couldn't help but gasp as my fingers found Romanov's thick hair, tangling into them as his mark throbbed between his teeth.

I gulped, and Romanov pulled on his mark lightly, another round of intense pleasure ran through my body and I almost wept at the newness of the feeling.

Suddenly Romanov's lips left his mark and he moved lower, I gasped when his hands found the back of my thighs and he jolted me up against him, my legs wrapped automatically around his waist.

Flinging my hands around his neck I grasped onto him with visible surprise at what was happening.

How could he keep doing this to me when he didn't feel the same thing? And why did my body react like this every time he was around me — touched me. I felt like begging him to do things I'd never begged anyone to do before. This clearly wasn't hero worship anymore.... then what was it?

"You can't keep doing this. Why are you doing this? What is this mark?! What is this!?" I whispered desperately, my eyes on a pair of liquid gold ones, I motioned between us when I whispered the last this.

A blank look on his face, Romanov tightened his hold on me, before turning around he began walking towards my bed, dropping me when we reached it.

A breath later his body covered mine. His molten golden pools staring into my dirt coloured eyes.

"Answer my questions and I'll answer yours."

Slowly, as his fingers caressed my arm I gave in. Looking away from his face to his chest I took in a deep breath, letting it go I finally spoke up.