PICTURE: Kayde and Kieran's apartment.
"I could kiss you all day," Kayde moans as he softly runs his left hand through my hair. "I don't ever want to stop."
"So don't," I murmur breathily into his ear. I wrap my hands around his neck and pull myself closer to him. My lips contact his again, halting his ability to speak.
We are 2 vibrant flames uniting into 1 conflagration.
This is ecstasy.
Kayde tastes like Christmas cookies: cinnamon, peppermint, and honey all rolled into 1.
Bringing my hands to the bottom of his shirt, I lift without thinking. We break contact for 2 seconds but our eyes never leave each other. In the blink of an eye, Kayde has his shirt off and is devouring me again.
I gasp.
My body is tingling like I'm an electricity wire.
My body is blazing in vigor.
My lungs are collapsing, my heart is burst, my brain is swelling to an abnormal size.
1 misstep and I am bound to burst into red, blue, yellow, orange hot flames.
I am going to ignite.
I can't keep my hands from wandering down his chest. He's surprisingly warm like he's been under a blanket for too long. I find myself snuggling into his body, inhaling his marvelous, enrapturing, enticing scent.
Kayde is planting kisses
up and down,
up
and
down,
UP and d
o
w
my neck
I have realized what it is like to fly.
To soar.
To be free.
Breathless, I throw my head back and smile up at the roof.
Nothing can be better than this, I tell him.
He chuckles. Well I can think of one thing...he trails off.
My smile widens as I run my hands down his broad shoulders, over his muscular biceps, and down to his hands that are now flexing on my behind.
I notice 2 bands on his left bicep that are only a few shades darker than his skin tone. The bands almost look like birthmarks—albeit weird ones.
1 is slightly larger than the other.
"What's that?" I ask him, pointing to his bicep.
He looks down to see what I'm talking about. "I got those a few weeks ago, actually. A day or so after I met you." He smiles shyly. "It's from our bond."
My eyes are the size of an 18-wheeler on stilts. "Our bond? What do these have to do with our bond?" I ask, my hand absentmindedly rubbing the tattoo.
He rubs the back of his neck with his free arm. "When bonds are formed, the two people get a tattoo. Ours is a Celtic knot. It represents unending love." He shrugs. "It's a supernatural thing. It's almost like a wedding band—to show that you are taken."
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Alias: The Doyen Series book 1
Fantasy*Paperback is published on Amazon.com. THE DOYEN SERIES book 2: Anecdote is coming soon!* Aisling Collins has lived a mostly perfect life: straight A's, a loving family and she even attends the college of her dreams. But when she meets the my...