Chapter 10

Savagely Promised

I taste the residue of uranium lingering in the air as we walk across a field that had been lined with landmines. Jase kneels while shaking his head at all the dead bodies lining the outside of the blast zone. The rest were completely incinerated.

"This is crazy. These were Unaligned officials. This is Unaligned territory, and these weren't set by us," he sighs out.

"If this trap hadn't been set, our men would have walked right into an ambush. We think they received Intel on our tracking," a man asserts.

As Jase continues to play his oddly important role, I walk over to a guy I've known for so, so long, and I prop up beside him.

"I should have known they baited a trap," he almost whispers.

His red hair falls to his brow as his eyes cast their shame on the ground.

"It wasn't a baited trap, Crane. It was a real trail they used against you."

He sighs, his eyes staying fixed on the singed ground below. Then he finally shakes his head while looking up at me.

"Would you have known?"

I would have smelled the scents of the old trail mixing with the new bodies. I would have felt the heat of so many hybrids bundled in one place on such a cool day. I would have felt the shift in the air, and heard the slight whistle of the wind when it had to strain to go between so many extra things that were crowded together.

"I don't know," I lie.

"You would have known, Aria. I know you would have known. We couldn't ever pull one over on you. There's no way you would have missed this. Damn it. I'm probably going to lose my fucking job, and I deserve to."

This is high profile. Crane is good, but he's not that good. What's the commander thinking?

"No you don't. What I'm curious about is how these traps were set up. I'm going to go investigate something. Grab you some blood. You look like hell."

He touches his swollen eye and then his bloody lip before nodding.

"Yeah, the uranium blasted through the trees not too far from where we were. It's just a few grazes," he says while wiping a drip of blood from his split lip.

I walk over to the traps that were set. You can learn a lot about the expertise of someone based on their abilities with a bomb. Squatting down, I notice something instantly.

There aren't any wires. These mines were manufactured to blow based on a sophisticated chip that only a mind as skilled as mine could have developed.

"What do you see, babe?" Jase asks while kneeling down beside me.

"I see a design far too sophisticated for most people to have knowledge of. These aren't touch activated, they're sound activated. That means someone couldn't have avoided the traps by dodging them. The second a sound erupted close enough to trigger them, it would have set them all off. It's the most efficient way to take down this many people."

"Damn," he breathes, more tension than he deserves coming out in his exhaled breath.

"Who would have done this and why? Are they helping the United?" I ask while standing back up.

"It was probably meant for our men, and the Unaligned stepped into it by accident," he counters, his hand cupping his chin as he becomes lost in thought.

"I don't think so. If the Unaligned had access to someone with this sort of knowledge, all of their mines would be like this. We need to burn these so they don't try to dissect them and figure them out," I murmur while starting to pick up the pieces of the devices.

"I think we should dissect them ourselves, and see if we can recreate them," a snarky captain counters, his eyes dismissing me on his way through.

This jackass just arrived and he's acting like this is his show to run.

"I can build these myself. As a matter of fact, I already have. The problem is the installation. You have to have someone with steady hands and steeled courage to put them in place. It's a risky process because of how sensitive you have to make the device," I say to the smug bastard.

"Last I checked, girl, I'm the captain. I'll make the decisions. You just track."

I roll my eyes, and Jase's jaw tenses up as he glares at the man. He acts as though he's about to say something, but I grab his arm and pull him away.

"Don't. You'll just get yourself in trouble," I whisper while motioning for him to walk away.

"He can't talk to you like that," he growls, his eyes swearing he's about to do something stupid.

I grip the collar of his shirt and jerk his lips down to mine to defuse his bomb the only way I know how to. His frustrations pour into my mouth, and then his hands wrap around my waist to pull me tighter.

I feel him smiling behind the kiss once I've rid him of his anger, and then he shakes his head while withdrawing.

"You're too clever, Ms. Banner."

"You're just too easy, Lieutenant Ericson."

He laughs lightly, and then he pulls out his phone. I lean against him while kissing his chest through his shirt, and he wraps an arm around my waist while texting one-handed.

"What are you doing?" I ask while feeling a little ignored.

"Asking for a favor," he says with a devious, secretive grin.

"I want your arms around me right now. This damn cold spell is messing with my hybrid heat," I grumble, and he lets a chuckle free while shaking his head and putting his phone back in his pocket.

"I'm afraid heat is something I lack."

He gives me that incredible smile and I nestle into his body as the others congregate around the disaster site.

"I like your chill though. As odd as it sounds, it warms me up."

He smiles against my hair, and his hands grip me tighter through my thin jacket. This damn weather is too fucking cold for a hybrid. My body temperature has dropped to at least a hundred degrees. Stupid detail. Why did I sign up?

"It's a good thing you guys were close by. Our blood was gone due to a scuffle we endured earlier. We needed some to deal with the uranium shards that broke away from the blast," a man says while walking up.

They depleted our small blood supply. We've really got to start packing more, but it's hard to bring too much along due to the scent it gives off. Too much blood on hand is a flashing neon sign for all to see - or smell rather.

"We were in the process of tracking some men on their way to Santoas. We made the call, and the men were apprehended at the border," Jase says casually, downplaying how high profile that crew was.

A black sedan pulls up, and a fully uniformed general steps out. He marches up to the blast site and I shiver a little.

"A general? Here?" I whisper in disbelief.

A general shouldn't be in such a location. It's too dangerous, and we don't have enough gifted hybrids with us to ensure the protection such a rank is supposed to have. If an Unaligned crew gets a hold of a general, they'll use them for bargaining.

"He was probably close by," Jase says casually, but there's a secretive undertone.

"Captain Hartz," the general says to the snarky captain we dealt with earlier.

"Yes, Sir," the captain says, his rude demeanor shifting to one of respect.

"You've been relieved of your duties here, Captain. The commander has requested you be moved to Idone for detail," the general says with a slicing tone.

Idone is the most embarrassing placement a captain can have. If you get sent there, someone is teaching you a lesson. Essentially, you become the person in charge of filing everyone's paperwork. It's what they call the bitch position.

"I'm not sure I understand, Sir. I'm not Idone material. This is a war."

"I'm not sure you understand either. I'm a general, you're a captain. Get your ass to Idone now," the general growls, and then he nods in the direction of Jase before climbing back into his car.

I almost rip Jase's arm out his socket when I jerk him away from the rest of the group. A smile plays on his lips when I release him, but I'm too dumbfounded, angry, and flabbergasted to be amused.

"Ow," he exaggerates while rubbing his shoulder.

"Did you just text someone to have that done? Who the hell are you?" I yell in a whisper.

He laughs a little and shrugs.

"You're giving me too much credit, Ms. Banner. I like you feisty though," he teases, his lips coming to mine as he avoids answering my question.

Ah crap. He's too cute, and I suck at interrogation.

My lips give into his, and he grips me tighter to him just as my phone buzzes in my pocket. I smirk while rolling my eyes, and he gives me a wink as I answer the number I don't know.

"Aria Banner."

"An aerial strike is five minutes away, shoot them down or run," says the strange male voice with a foreign accent I've only ever heard on the old movies.

"Who is this?" I prompt, but I hear Jase screaming behind me to get everyone out of the damn hole we're in after he overhears the warning.

The dead line doesn't answer me back, and I hear the distant jets zooming toward us. Who the fuck travels by air? It's the most dangerous way to go.

"Aria!" Jase screams as I run away from his protective grip.

I rip up a rifle from the ground as I rush toward the top of the ridge. My legs burn against my pants as the friction builds up. My body blurs across the scene to meet the jets halfway, and I dive onto the ground while rolling to a halt to set up my sights.

They're three miles away, but this rifle has the capability of making that distance. My breaths steady as I line up the scope with the jet hatch. I don't have long until they're right on top of me.

Suddenly, Jase is beside me, rifle in hand, lining up his shot on the second jet. I smirk as I finally calculate the wind and speed of the jet, and my shot rings out in unison with Jase's.

Both jets go crazy - the pilots dead - and they collide in the air while raining down their destructive debris.

"Do you ever do anything the easy way?" He sighs.

"No, do you?" I say with a smirk, but then I hear more… so, so many more.

My stomach turns, knots, and I get so fucking sick. When we see there are too many coming toward us to shoot down, Jase grabs my hand to jerk me away.

"Call in the damn drones!" Jase yells to someone, his voice barely carrying over the thunderous approach of the jets.

I can stop this if I can just use my stupid, stubborn gift. Damn, I wish Mom was here.

"Go, I'll stall them," I say to Jase while trying to turn away.

"Like hell you will," he argues while pulling me back to his body, his grip tightening on me.

"Jase, everyone will die if I don't fucking try," I bark.

His jaw tenses, and he shakes his head as cars begin peeling out and heading down the road.

"I'm not losing you. I'll take care of this. You go," he growls while forcing me into the car.

Suddenly a firing craze shoots free from the aerial beasts, and Jase rips me back out of the car just before it explodes from the uranium based bullets. Our bodies thud against the ground, and he jerks me up to start running with me holding his hand. Just as one gets too close to us, it explodes.

I scream as the debris rains down, and then another explodes from the air.

They're not spontaneously combusting, so I know there's a gifted hybrid around here somewhere, but where? What kind of gift is that?

They're not like my dad's explosions. They're similar to Uncle Grayson's incinerations, but different. It's almost like setting a match to a fire that slowly burns to a gas tank. My dad's were like throwing dynamite with a short fuse.

That's what's happening. The jets are catching on fire. It's a hybrid with a fire gift. The fire sets in again. It's not like regular fire. It burns brighter with a dark blue center as it surges around the jets like a live wire.

Another falls to the ground, and then I feel the pain in my side. I look down to see blood on my side from the shot I never felt.

The jets all catch on fire at once suddenly, and the fire finds the fuel before igniting them and turning them into fiery comets surging from the sky, exploding them into ash.

My tears threaten my eyes, and I'm worried what will happen if I bleed through my blue contacts again in front of Jase. Last time he missed it somehow. Where is he? Where did he go?

I'm so disoriented. I feel like something is messing with my head, making me feel as though I've stepped into a mind-fucking fog. I hear more shit blowing up, but I'm so dizzy, too dizzy to find it. It's like I'm supposed to be somewhere right now, but my heavy body just keeps folding over, holding me back, anchoring me down to the ground as I collapse.

I taste too much of my own blood, and I hear more screams as a fight commences. There are explosions I can't see, and now I can barely hear them. I look around, but it's just a fuzzy blur.

My body is suddenly hoisted from the ground and I hear a car door open as the scent of sex and candy warms me, making me realize I'm safely tucked in my full blood's arms.

"Aria, you have to take my blood, baby," his echoed voice urges, but I can't tell if this is real or fantasy.

"Damn it, Aria, take it, or I'll make you take it!" his demanding voice says to my throbbing ears.

My blurry eyes look down to see my side has been split wide open. I'm gashed up from an explosion I never felt. One of those blasts I heard hit me, and it burned right through me without my even knowing it. It's apparent I've somehow blocked out the pain, which is something I've never done before.

My head falls to his shoulder, and my blood pours all over the backseat of the moving car with a faceless driver up front. The dividing glass is drawn, hiding whoever it is.

I can see a little better as my complex blood tries healing on its own, despite the uranium. It won't heal all the way, but it will keep me from dying.

His eyes widen as he stares at my side in disbelief, and then I bend down to press my blood bringers against the flesh of his exposed shoulder. He grips me tighter, his breaths burning against my ringing ears that are diluting all other sounds.

"Take my blood, baby. You need it," he murmurs softly, his voice still hollow and echoed.

My teeth sink through the flesh for the first time in my life, and I gasp as the heat of his blood flows into my mouth. It burns through my veins as it interacts with mine, and my heart pounds in my chest as my wounds begin closing almost immediately with just a taste of his incredible sex and candy blood.

"Mmm," I hum out as I take his lust, passion, and desire into my mouth, and he grips me tighter, his body fighting the urge to take me violently, more so than I ever have been before as he waits for my body to heal completely.

Erotica explodes through me just as the sounds, the lights, the absolute clarity comes blaring back and bringing me away from death's ledge. I hear the mud sloshing up against the side of the car holding the roaring engine as we zoom down the road.

His life pumps through my veins, connecting in a way I've only ever dreamt about, and my lips draw back from his shoulder to be caught by his soft ones. His devouring power is so much stronger. His desire, energy, and all together passion surpasses anything I thought possible as my own throbbing, pounding need for him slams me in the chest.

I hear his pants unzipping, and I jerk my shirt over my head, the remaining shards of fabric ripping off me as the tattered garment falls to the floor. The buttons rattle against the window when my greedy hands rip his shirt from his body, and then my pants slap the floor before I even realize they were coming off.

His erection presses against me, and I rise up just enough to let him jerk me down to him. My base slams against his, and my breath is forced out in a girly cry. His hands grip my ass, and then he pulls me tighter to him as the high of his blood sends me into an ecstasy abyss.

I'm swimming in erotica right now, and it's so fucking intoxicating. I feel him alive inside me, burning through me, owning me… and I love it.

His hands tangle in my hair, and he jerks my head back as his lips scour my neck. Each time my body slams against his, I gasp for a breath because it feels too incredible to be real.

The punishing rhythm is nothing like I've ever experienced before, and his body frees my mind from all the angst, insecurities, and pain I've ever felt.

I gasp again as I hear the back of the seat ripping off in my hand when I pull against it too tightly, and then the car shakes as my usually dormant gift seeps free and damn near collapses it.

"Easy, girl," Jase says into my mouth, his lips turned up in a smile as he pumps into me with a merciless ambition.

It feels too good though not to deserve some damage. I just want to shatter a building or destroy a city. I feel so powerful, so strong, so desired… so fucking amazing.

"I love you," I murmur through gasping breaths, and he pulls me all the closer, punishing me and rewarding me with his painfully perfect thrusts.

"I love you, Aria" he says through panted whisper, and my heart stops, flips, and drops to my stomach as it beats too heavily for my chest to hold it up.

His breaths become harsher, his need for me only growing as his lips consume mine. I've never wanted anything as badly as I want him right now.

I hear the sound of something outside rumbling, and I hear a gasp from our unseen driver. Jase jerks me against his thrusts all the harder, and suddenly the back glass of the car shatters free when my gift surges out of me.

His grunted breaths become stronger, heavier, his body loving my reaction, and my lips devour his again as I find the most unbelievably surreal release I've ever felt in my entire life.

I scream out in an octave that doesn't even sound like my voice, and Jase's breathing almost stops as he explodes inside me.

I start shaking, shivering, and damn near convulsing in his arms, and he jerks a blanket out of the floor to wrap around me as he pulls me against his body.

"Holy fuck," I pant out.

He laughs lightly, and he kisses me hard before pulling back.

"Just don't let me go. It'll hurt if you do. After a blood fuck, you have to have closeness. With this being your first one, you won't be able to lose my touch for at least a day."

Mmm. That sounds so damn good.

"You okay?" he asks while pulling my bare body closer to his.

"I'm better than okay. I'm completely healed, and it usually takes so much longer. I feel like I've just moved into heaven, but I hate that someone just endured that," I whisper while pointing to the unseen driver most likely scarred for life.

Jase starts laughing, and then he pulls out a pack of contacts before whispering, "You need to put these in."

Suddenly my breath leaves my lips, and the car slows down. I get sick, terrified to the point of trembling as I catch a reflection in the side glass of my glowing violet eyes. I turn back to his unfazed pale beauties, and I don't know how to react.

"You know?" I yell in a whisper.

His lips tighten, and then I hear the front door open as Aunt Angelica steps out and pulls her ear buds out of their place.

"He knows. Just put the contacts in," she sighs, and I bury my head in Jase's chest.

I don't know what is overwhelming me more right now. The fact my aunt bore witness to my first blood fuck, or the fact he knows I'm the descendent of an emergent.

He could have me killed.

"Aria, listen to me," he says while pulling my face in front of his, and I cover him up a little better with the blanket as I try to look away from his gaze.

"Baby, I'm not going to let anything at all happen to you… ever," he murmurs so sincerely, protectiveness rattling through his tone, and he looks to my aunt as she hands us a bag of clothes.

"How did you get here?" I ask, trying not to fall into this dangerous conversation about my lineage.

"I headed out after I heard about the landmine fiasco. I thought we might try tracking the maker, but then I got there during the explosions."

My mind races back to the fires.

"It was a gifted hybrid. Who has that gift? It was a fire. I swear it had the force of a damn inferno. It was beautiful... hypnotic actually."

I see Jase almost smile, and he shifts his bare body I'm keeping covered with my shared blanket. I lean up on him, and his hand rubs up and down my back. I could curl up inside him and I still wouldn't feel close enough right now.

"I don't know where the fires came from, but I know where this came from," she says while moving out from in front of the window, and my eyes fall on the ghastly sight.

Jase's eyes widen, and he jerks on a pair of pants while staying under me. His hands slide around my waist as he scoops me up and holds me to him as we climb out of the car, keeping my bare body cloaked with the blanket.

The ground has been ripped up. Hundreds of trees for miles and miles have been pulled free from their roots and tossed around like a child's toys. The ground is split as though an earthquake struck… my earthquake. I did this.

"How did I…"

The words can't even leave my mouth, and Jase's lips press tighter against my forehead.

"I don't know. You did this without meaning to, and that's some serious power," my aunt sighs. "I can't even do something like this in my phase three savage."

I was just fucking.

Jase's eyes move to my violet ones, and I see concern, worry... but not fear. How can he not be afraid of me right now?

"How did you know?" I ask while trying to get closer.

"Honestly, I've known for a while. I didn't want your mother to be afraid of me though. I didn't want her thinking I was with you for the wrong reasons. I saw your eyes the day of the fight - the one Rex sent me to."

I sigh out and then I shake my head.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want you to be scared of me. Aria, I would never let anyone touch you."

I'm shocked. This isn't the reaction I was expecting. Aunt Angelica smiles, but her eyes shift back to the hellacious mess I've made. I don't even know how I did it.

"You talked to my aunt about it?" I ask, my mind slowly wrapping around the facts.

He tenses up, worried about my reaction, but I just told him I love him. I'm not running unless he makes me.

He almost smiles, and he pulls me to him all the tighter while sitting back down in the car. I curl into his chest, and he strokes my forehead with his lips so softly.

"She actually came to talk to me. She knew I saw them, but I didn't let anyone else see them. That's why I forced your head to my chest. That's why I deterred all other attempts everyone made in your direction."

Aunt Angelica gets back in, and the car starts back down the long, quiet road still angry with me for fucking up its scenery. Her hybrid eyes meet mine in the mirror as she speaks to me.

"I called him, and he met with me in secrecy, given the importance of the context. I was worried… well, it's complicated. He told me if anyone else saw it, he'd make sure they never told a soul. Obviously I was relieved, but I didn't want you to worry. I didn't even tell Grayson," she murmurs, her eyes looking around to make sure no one witnessed my explosive release.

This is surreal. My biggest secret has been revealed to him, and I barely know anything about him.

"We're going off grid for a while. That aerial strike was beyond risky, and we don't know who the suicide flyers were or how they knew we were there," Jase interjects, his body pulling mine to his a little tighter to fill my aching need that I didn't even have to tell him about.

His thumb strums the tops of my fingers as he continues to kiss my forehead. The broken glass of the back windshield allows the cool air to settle against my skin, and he shifts the blanket to be over me a little better.

"When we get to the hotel, I'll check you in. Just get her inside and-"

"I've got Aria covered," Jase says with a smile, and my aunt's eyes find mine in the rearview mirror again to offer me a wink.

He grabs his bag from the floor, and then he pulls out his wallet to toss to her.

"I hate small rooms," he murmurs softly, and she lets out a laugh.

"I've noticed," she snickers out.

He just pulls me tighter, and I curl into his warmth.

"What happens now? Where do we go from here?" I ask.

"Like I said, we're going off grid for a while. We'll stay at the hotel and let the electronic drones scour the view from the sky. You can analyze the footage from the room and see if there's a trail worth sending our drones on. Then, you and I can curl up and get lost in each other for a few days while the interrogators work on new leads. We apprehended several today from a bust not far from here."

"You look a little… worried," I murmur hesitantly.

He winces, his eyes moving toward my perfectly healed body that is still stained by my own blood.

"You almost died today. If it hadn't been for that phone call-"

"Yeah, who the hell was that?" I interrupt.

My mind somehow managed to completely misplace that little tidbit.

"I don't know. We tried tracing the number, but my men haven't had any luck. The second that call was made, that phone was washed from the airwaves as though it never existed."

"That's high-tech," I mumble. "Why save us and then hide?"

"I think they were saving you," my aunt interjects.

"What does that mean?" I ask, bemusement etched in my tone.

"Whoever called you, meant for you specifically to get out. There were a number of people there more prominent with a much higher rank. You were singled out and told to get out," she answers, a shiver finding its way into her tone.

Jase's grip tightens on me, and his lips continue to stroke my forehead. I'm almost aching to feel him inside me again.

He smiles, and then his lips find my ear as he whispers, "It usually doesn't stop at one. Especially the first time."

My whole body shivers after that enticing promise, and my lips graze over his shoulder as my blood bringers emerge. He smiles lightly while shaking his head, and then he pulls me back. My blood bringers sink back into their hiding place like pouting fangs.

"Not yet," he chuckles out, and I blush a little while my aunt groans in distaste.

It's not my fault. My mind is fogged right now, only able to think of one thing.

She turns onto the pavement offered by the city, and I feel her screeching to a halt as she slides into a spot.

"Just carry her in, and I'll get the rooms," she murmurs with red-stained cheeks before blurring inside.

"I don't have to be carried. I can walk," I grumble, and he stifles a grin when I try to withdraw.

I almost get sick as the dizziness sets in, and a horrific pain seizes my body until it starts trembling. He jerks me back to his body, and his shirtless upper half presses against my bare skin under the blanket to give me skin on skin contact.

His lips stroll over mine, and very quickly the pain subsides as my balance returns. I can feel him smiling behind those delicious lips owning mine, and then he shakes his head.

"It was your first time, baby. I told you, you need strong contact with me for at least a full day."

"I think I can handle that. I just feel bad that you have to carry me around," I huff.

He laughs lightly, and then he pulls me to his chest while standing up.

"I don't have to carry you around - I want to carry you around. We'll go get in bed, order room service, and then we'll do some other things as well."

"Mmm, other things sounds nice," I giggle out, and he laughs lightly while carrying me to the hotel.

He's shirtless, and I'm wearing a blanket, so everyone around knows what we've been doing. My first time is being waved around like a scarlet lettered flag, but our walk of shame picks up the pace when Jase blurs into the hotel with me in tow.

My aunt meets us at the elevator, and she hands us the key to our room before patting my arm that is wrapped around Jase's neck.

"I've got to go call Grayson. I'll check on you later," she says with a sweet smile but a devious wink following.

I just wave at her as the doors ding, and Jase smiles as he holds me all the tighter.

"What's that grin for?" I ask with my own girly grin spreading as the elevator whisks us up.

"It just feels good to have you this way… a way no one else ever has," he says with a bashful glow, his shoulders trying to raise in a shrug.

I smile bigger and my lips find his, and then we walk out of the elevator once it dings - our lips tangling in a sweet kiss that turns into one hellacious steamy kiss within seconds of him opening the door to the room.

"You know what I am, but do you know my blood isn't poison?" I murmur against his lips, and he smiles bigger while dropping us both to the bed.

"I do know, and I plan to take full advantage of that," he says with his grin growing.

His eyes rake over my body while he stays close enough to fulfill my need for closeness.

"What are you doing?" I ask in a hoarse whisper, my blood boiling now.

"Finding the spot on your body I want to bleed," he says with his eyes darkening.

Holy shit. I never want to leave this room.

He smirks as he comes back up to press those incredible lips against mine, and then he slides his lips across my neck. Then I feel his cool breath lingering over one spot.

"What's wrong?" I worry while running my fingers through his soft, short hair.

He lets out another breath, and then those sincere pale eyes look up to catch mine while he pulls my hand in his and kisses it.

"I know a blood fuck heightens your senses, and it makes every emotion magnified, so I hate that the first time I told you I love you was during one. But I meant it. I've been wanting to tell you that since shortly after meeting you.

"I've been completely entranced with you since the first night you blew me away with your conspiracy theories," he says, his ending joke making me laugh a little as my tears from the first part burn through my contacts. "I do love you, Aria. I'm crazy about you."

I jerk his face to mine, and his lips become trapped by mine. He's mine.

"I love you. I meant it too," I murmur against his delicious mouth which is holding that sublimely intoxicating cool breath.

The kiss deepens, and then his lips start sliding down my body. He grazes my neck, my chest, my breasts, my stomach… all the way down to my sex before he kisses my inner thigh.

"You ready?" he asks, his salacious grin shining through as his scandalous thoughts roll around his beautiful mind.

Oh fuck yes.

"Yes," I moan out, and I feel the piercing of his blood bringers breaking my skin - the first time I've ever felt such an incredible sensation - and then I feel the erotic bombs exploding in my veins as my blood finds its way through his lips.

Oh damn... I'm so in love.