Inside the coffin lay a man of striking beauty, his features sharp and chiseled, his hair a silvery white that seemed to shimmer in the flickering light of the candles. He looked like an ethereal male sleeping beauty, waiting for someone to wake him from his slumber.
The sudden change in her demeanor and that rare gleam in her eyes made Sebastian momentarily forget how to respond. It had lent her a look of a warrior princess that was so contradictory to her usual image of a slender, gentle and gracious princess. And it was that beautiful contrast in her that had took him by surprise and sent his mind in a whirl. While he was still in a daze, it was then that she reached out and grabbed the collar of his coat all the while pushing him backward.
The skin was the part he liked the most. As he peeled it off he ate it instead of throwing it away. He could feel her gaze on him. "You are very good with your hands," she spoke with a sultry voice.
It was Elle who broke the silence this time. A bitter smile tugging up at the corner of her lips as she spoke, her tone held a trace of a sneer. "I guess it would be morally acceptable if I go and put my mouth on another man's neck too, right, Sebastian?"
When he pressed her head against him and his face nuzzled bellow her ear, Elle couldn't help the sharp intake of breath that escaped her. "Because you're… you don't have any idea how inviting everything about you are, Izabelle." His voice became a hot whisper. "Did you know that the first time I saw you I had wanted to… taste you? Not just your lascivious body but your blood too…?"
However, he looked at her seriously and whispered. "I'm really going to do it so if you don't want that… then don't try me, and just listen to me. Are we clear, baby girl?"
His thumb brushed along her jaw and she shuddered as his hand went into her hair and he pulled her closer. "You have tamed this dragon princess, but not as much as you have made the fire in him burn wild." He told her and then took her lips with his.
He grabbed her chin and tilted her head back, making her look at him. "Did you have any doubt before?" He asked. "I have wanted you since the day I saw you watching me from your window. I was in pain but no lash struck me stronger than your scent did. I was left breathless."
"No…" he reached out and fiddled with her red hair between his thumbs. His eyes gleamed so devil-bright as his gaze smoldered at her. "I'd rather have my head between your legs."