TITLE: Marked Beauty
GENRE: YA Paranormal Romance
Viktor hardly noticed his loss of composure, as he hovered inches over the floor; it appeared Ana didn't care. Her fingers massaged through his longer locks, eyes gazing into his. Such purity had never been experienced by either, not in seventeen short years or over three hundred lonely years.
"You still smell like chocolate."
"You're still as soft as in the parking lot."
"You remember that?"
"Yes, I remember the parking lot every day."
A light breath puffed off her lips as her inhibitions fluttered away, and she tucked her fingers under his tie, unfastening it. Her knuckles twisted his two top buttons, loosening them from their eyelets.
The tips of her fingers traced his pulse to his jaw, and then she wrapped her arms around his lower waist. He never interrupted her, just cherished the smell of her hair and the softness of her face pressing the cotton of his shirt against his skin. Soaking in the heat from her body, he absorbed the delicate waxing and waning of her breaths, not wanting this to end.
Viktor walked his fingers along her neckline and tipped her head back, cradling it in his palm. The warm mist coating his breath sent a tremor to her every skin cell. He pressed the wet, sultry pleasure of his lips on her neck, smearing his honey all over her skin and then moving a little higher. Her hands combed the back of his curls again and gripped tighter.