lhamilton.thekillingdance-第78章

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　〃You　are　so　beautiful；　ma　petite。〃　He　put　his　fingertips　to　my　lips　before　I　could　protest。　〃You　are　beautiful。　On　this　I　do　not　lie。〃
　His　fingers　moved　across　my　lips；　down　my　chin。　He　slid　his　hands　to　my　shoulders；　down　my　back；　in　slow；　teasing　lines。　His　hands　stopped　on　either　side　of　my　waist；　mirroring　my　hands　on　his　own　waist。
　〃Now　what？〃　My　voice　was　a　little　breathless。
　〃Whatever　you　like；　ma　petite。〃
　I　massaged　my　hands　against　his　waist；　feeling　the　flesh　underneath；　feeling　him　under　my　hands。　I　spread　my　hands　wide；　splaying　my　fingers　tense　against　his　skin；　dragging　my　hands　up　his　ribs。
　He　kneaded　his　fingers　into　my　waist；　pressing　his　hands　against　my　ribs。　He　inched　his　hands　upward　along　my　sides。　Strong　fingers　pressed　into　my　skin　just　enough　to　make　me　sigh。　He　stopped　with　his　thumbs　below　my　breasts。　His　touch　was　feather　light；　almost　not　touching　at　all。　But　that　one　small　brush　of　his　skin　against　my　breasts　made　my　body　react；　tightening；　nipples　hardening。　My　body　wanted　him。　Wanted　him　so　badly　that　my　skin　felt　large　and　aching　with　the　thought　of　it。
　My　own　hands　were　pressed　against　his　chest。　I　realized　that　he　was　still　mirroring　me；　waiting　for　me　to　move。
　I　stared　up　into　his　face。　I　searched　that　beauty；　those　dark　eyes。　There　was　no　pull　to　them；　no　power；　except　the　thick　black　line　of　his　lashes；　and　the　rich　color　like　the　sky　just　before　darkness　swallows　the　world　when　you　think　all　is　black；　but　there　in　the　west　is　a　shade　of　blue；　dark　and　rich　as　ink。　Beauty　had　its　own　power。
　I　slid　my　hands　up　his　chest；　fingers　brushing　across　his　nipples。　I　stared　at　his　face　while　I　did　it；　heart　pounding　in　my　throat；　breath　ing　too　fast。
　His　hands　slid　upward；　cupping　my　breasts。　The　touch　of　his　hands　made　me　gasp。　He　scooted　lower　in　the　water；　still　touching　me。　He　bent　over　my　breasts　and　laid　a　gentle　kiss　on　them。　He　licked　the　water　off　my　skin；　lips　working　gently。
　I　shuddered　and　had　to　steady　myself　on　his　bare　shoulders。　All　I　could　see　was　his　long；　dark　hair　bent　over　me。　I　caught　sight　of　us　in　the　mirrors。　I　watched　his　mouth　close　over　my　breast；　felt　him　take　me　into　his　mouth　as　far　as　he　could。　Fangs　pressed　against　my　breast。　For　a　second　I　thought　they　would　sink　into　my　flesh；　draw　blood　in　a　fine　hot　line；　but　he　drew　back。　He　dropped　to　all　fours　in　the　water；　which　made　me　taller；　allowed　me　to　look　down　into　his　face。
　There　was　no　uncertainty　in　his　face　now。　His　eyes　were　still　lovely；　still　human；　but　there　was　a　knowledge　in　them　now；　a　growing　darkness。　Sex；　for　want　of　a　better　word；　but　that　look　in　a　man's　eyes　is　too　primitive　for　vocabulary。　It's　the　darkness　we　all　have　inside　of　us；　peeking　out。　That　part　of　us　that　we　trap　in　our　dreams　and　deny　in　daylight　hours。　He　stayed　crouched　in　the　water　with　that　feral　light　in　his　eyes；　and　I　went　to　him。
　I　kissed　him；　light；　a　brush　of　lips。　I　flicked　my　tongue　along　his　lips　and　he　opened　his　mouth　for　me。　I　cupped　his　face　between　my　hands　and　kissed　him；　tasted　him；　explored　him。
　He　came　up　out　of　the　water　with　a　sound　between　a　moan　and　a　cry。　His　arms　locked　behind　my　back　and　he　rolled　us　in　the　water　like　a　shark。　We　came　up　gasping。　He　pushed　away　from　me　to　lean　against　the　far　edge　of　the　tub。　I　was　breathing　so　hard　I　was　trembling。　My　pulse　thudded　at　the　back　of　my　throat。　I　could　taste　it　on　my　tongue；　almost　roll　the　beating　pulse　in　my　mouth　like　candy。　I　realized　it　wasn't　just　my　heart　I　was　hearing。　It　was　Jean…Claude's。
　I　could　see　the　pulse　in　his　neck　like　something　alive　and　separate；　but　it　wasn't　only　my　eyes　that　could　see　it。　I　could　feel　it　like　it　was　my　own。　I　had　never　been　so　aware　of　the　blood　coursing　through　my　body。　The　pulsing　warmth　of　my　own　skin。　The　thick　pumping　of　my　heart。　My　life　thundering　inside　me。　Jean…Claude's　body　pulsed　in　time　to　mine。　It　was　like　he　was　riding　my　pulse；　my　blood。　I　felt　his　need；　and　it　wasn't　just　sex；　but　for　the　first　rime；　I　understood　it　wasn't　just　the　blood；　either。　It　was　all　of　me。　He　wanted　to　warm　himself　in　my　body；　like　holding　hands　to　a　flame；　gathering　my　warmth；　my　life；　to　him。　I　felt　his　stillness；　a　depth　of　quiet　that　nothing　living　could　touch；　like　a　still　pool　of　water　hidden　away　in　the　dark。　In　one　crystalline　moment；　I　realized　that；　for　me；　this　was　part　of　the　attraction：　I　wanted　to　plunge　my　hands　into　his　stillness；　into　that　quiet　place　of　death。　I　wanted　to　embrace　it；　confront　it；　conquer　it。　I　wanted　to　fill　him　up　with　a　burning　wash　of　life；　and　I　knew　in　that　moment　that　I　could　do　it；　but　only　at　the　price　of　drinking　in　some　of　that　still；　dark　water。
　〃My　deepest　apologies；　ma　petite；　you　have　almost　undone　me。〃　He　sank　into　the　water；　leaning　against　the　edge　of　the　tub。　〃I　did　not　e　here　to　feed；　ma　petite。　I　am　sorry。〃
　I　felt　his　heartbeat　going　away　from　me；　pulling　away　from　me。　My　pulse　slowed。　The　only　heart　thudding　in　my　ears　was　my　own。
　He　stood；　water　dripping　down　his　body。　〃I　will　go；　ma　petite。〃　He　sighed。　〃You　rob　me　of　my　hard…won　control。　Only　you　can　do　that　to　me；　only　you。〃
　I　crawled　through　the　water　towards　him　and　let　the　darkness　fill　my　eyes。　〃Don't　go；〃　I　said。
　He　watched　me　with　a　look　that　was　part　amazement；　part　amusement；　part　fear；　as　if　he　didn't　trust　me…or　didn't　trust　himself。
　I　knelt　at　his　feet；　running　my　hands　up　the　soaked　cloth　of　his　jeans。　I　dug　my　nails　lightly　into　the　cloth　over　his　thighs　and　stared　up　at　him。　My　face　was　dangerously　close　to　places　I　had　never　touched　before；　not　even　with　my　hands。　This　close；　I　couldn't　help　noticing　that　he　was　stretched　hard　and　firm　under　the　tight；　heavy　cloth。　I　had　a　terrible　urge　to　lay　my　cheek　over　his　groin。　I　ran　my　hand　lightly　over　him；　barely　touching。　That　small　touch　brought　a　soft　groan　from　him。
　He　stared　down　at　me　like　a　drowning　man。
　I　met　his　eyes。　〃No　teeth；　no　blood。〃
　He　nodded　slowly。　He　tried　twice　before　he　found　his　voice。　〃As　my　lady　wishes。〃
　I　laid　my　cheek　across　him；　feeling　him　firm　and　large　against　my　skin。　I　felt　his　whole　body　tense。　I　rubbed　my　face　against　him　like　a　cat。　A　small　sound　escaped　him。　I　looked　up。　His　eyes　were　closed；　his　head　thrown　back。
　I　grabbed　the　waistband　of　his　jeans　and　used　it　to　pull　myself　to　my　feet。　Water　ran　down　my　body；　suds　clung　to　my　skin。
　His　hands　encircled　my　waist；　but　his　eyes　went　lower。　He　met　my　gaze　and　smiled。　It　was　the　smile　he　always　had。　That　smile　that　said　he　was　thinking　wicked　little　thoughts；　things　you'd　only　do　in　the　dark　on　a　dare。　For　the　first　time；　I　wanted　everything　that　smile　promised。
　I　tugged　at　his　jeans。　〃Off。〃
　He　unsnapped　the　jeans　carefully。　He　peeled　the　wet　cloth　away　from　his　body。　If　there'd　been　underwear；　I　never　saw　it。　The　jeans　ended　up　on　the　carpet。　He　was　somehow　suddenly　nude。
　He　was　like　carved　alabaster；　every　muscle；　every　curve　of　his　body　pale　and　perfect。　Telling　him　he　was　beautiful　was　redundant。　Saying　golly　gee　whiz　seemed　too　uncool。　Giggling　was　out。　My　voice　came　small　and　strangled；　hoarse　with　all　the　words　I　couldn't　find。　〃You're　not　circumcised。〃
　〃No；　ma　petite。　Is　that　a　problem？〃
　I　did　what　I'd　wanted　to　do　since　I　first　saw　him。　I　wrapped　my　fingers　around　him；　squeezing　gently。　He　closed　his　eyes；　shuddering；　steadying　his　hands　on　my　shoulders。　〃Not　a　problem；〃　I　said。
　He　pulled　me　against　him　suddenly；　pressing　our　naked　bodies　together。　The　feel　of　him　hard　and　firm　against　my　stomach　was　almost　overwhelming。　I　dug　fingers　into　his　back　to　keep　my　suddenly　weak　knees　from　giving　out。
　I　kissed　his　chest。　I　rose　on　tiptoe　and　kissed　his　shoulders；　his　neck。　I　ran　my　tongue　along　his　skin　and　tasted　him；　rolling　the　scent　of　him；　the　feel　of　him　in　my　mouth。　We　kissed；　a　nearly　innocent　brush　of　lips。　I　locked　my　hands　behind　his　neck；　arching　my　body　against　him。　He　made　a　small　sound　low　in　his　throat。
　He　slid　down　my　body；　arms　locked　behind　my　back；　holding　me　against　him　as　he　left　my　arms　and　left　me　standing；　staring　down　at　him。
　He　licked　my　stomach　with　quick；　wet　flicks　of　his　tongue。　His　hands　played　along　my　buttocks；　teasing。　He　licked　back　and　forth　where