This time, Lissa and Christian had (unintentionally) outsmarted me. I'd actually gotten the hang of blocking out her romantic interludes - at least when I was awake. To say the two were a little different would be an understatement. A long time ago, Lissa's nightmares used to wake me from sleep. My heart beat hard in my chest, and I tried to take deep breaths to steady myself and return to my own reality. I tried kicking off the covers but mostly ended up entangling my legs even more. I sat upright in my bed, suddenly feeling smothered. The kisses were the same, exactly as I remembered with him.ĭimitri's name was like cold water hitting me in the face. There was nothing in the world right now except his lips. Get out of there.īut how could I listen to logic when every nerve of my body was being set on fire?
I'd merged too much with Lissa, and for all intents and purposes, this was happening to me. The rest of me, however, was still actually living in this encounter, experiencing it as though I was the one being touched and kissed. Some coherent part of me immediately realized what was happening - and boy, was it pissed off. I loved him, loved Christian so much that.
My blood burned within me, and I felt more alive in that moment than I ever had. We kissed, wrapping ourselves closer together. His lips moved from my neck toward my cheek and then finally found my mouth. Just below my ear, I felt his lips press against my neck, followed by another kiss just below it, then another, then another. Slowly, slowly, his hands moved across my skin, down the sides of my stomach to finally rest in the curves of my hips. HIS FINGERTIPS SLID ALONG my back, applying hardly any pressure, yet sending shock waves over my flesh.
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