The Vampire's Second Chance novel Chapter 19

Sebastian

Chrstine's breath was sweet, a fraction of mint entangled with a pair of rose wine. Enough to calm her nerves but not enough to inhibit her emotions. Her ample breasts were mere centimeters from my chest as I leaned in to whisper in her ear.

The hitch of her breath, squeezing those voluptuous thighs, had the demon inside me reaming with an undeniable attraction. I didn't fucking want her. I fucking needed her.

When she walked down the stairs of her shared space, it was all I could do to hold myself together. My cock was throbbing in my pants. No doubt the outline was apparent. If Ashton wasn't a nimrod, I would have pulled her close and told her how beautiful she looked.

As she descended, I noticed her jean jacket, almost cursing myself for dressing up so formally. Humans didn't do that as often on Earth anymore. I was too stuck in my ways to realize it, only for Christine to peel off the jacket revealing ample cleavage and a more dressed-up appearance.

Beautiful, sexy and smart?

Motherload.

I was going to fuck this up.

When I twirled her outside, I knew I was taking a risk, one that she would either love or despise the way I just objectified her, but I could help myself. I needed to see it all, and if she knew upfront of my intentions to ogle her, let her know she was the object of my desire, it might work in my favor.

Pulling away, coming too close to smashing my lips onto her, we both let out a breath of sexual tension. At least I knew she was affected by me this time, not whatever drawing she was doing on her tablet.

The ride was comfortable silence until she straightened her back, letting out a small "Ope!" Christine's face grew red, pulling the small clutch to her lap.

"What's wrong?" I eyed her, and she continued pulling out her phone.

"I was supposed to stop by to check on mom. Dear' ole step-dad wanted to talk to me too," she rolled her eyes. "It's been great having him so involved with me, but now he wants to be overly so." She scrunched her eyes and typed in a message. A ping went through her phone again, and when she touched the screen. Pamela's blasting voice came over the speaker.

"Did you get that D yet?!" Christine fumbled with the phone until it landed on the floor. I tried quietly laughing, but Christine caught me and gave me a glare.

"Don't listen to her," she rushed, picking up the device and shoving it back in her purse. "I swear she reminds me of Suron. I wonder if they are mates," she laughed.

"I've wondered the same," I mused, resting my elbow on the side of the door. "Then again, they may be too much alike."

I refrained from commenting anymore on her embarrassment. I was sure I had a lot more moments to come. I was too desperate to have her, and my body wouldn't tolerate much longer without touching her lips. Biting my tongue, the sweet metallic tang of my blood soothed my burning throat.

Her smell continued rolling through the partially air-conditioned air. My lungs continued to breathe in her scent until we arrived at our destination. Rowan had to pull some strings so I could get into the most exclusive restaurant in town, and I didn't mind using his power to help me get my beloved.