Radley's Home for Horny Monsters by Annabelle Hawthorne (best novels for teenagers .TXT) 📗

and rotated until they were facing one another. One cool hand gripped the back of his neck, sending tiny sparks jumping up and down his spine. Cecilia pulled herself in, touching his face with her other hand. She was only an inch away now.

“Very, very worried.” She gently placed her lips on his.

He opened his own mouth in surprise and her tongue found his. The tiny shocks were nothing compared to the sensation of his breath being stolen from him, the core of his being rushing outward into her waiting lips. Warning bells went off in the back of his mind, telling him to push her away, run in the house—natural instincts that served to keep a man alive.

Mike’s hand easily fit just beneath her ear and he ran it along her jaw and neck. He pulled her closer, her weightless body becoming heavier as she settled on top of him. Her legs were spread around his, bent at the knees. He broke the kiss, exhaling a cloud of vapor that could only be found on the coldest of winter evenings. He opened his mouth to speak, but she placed a finger to it.

“Don’t say anything,” Cecilia said. “Banshees are beings created out of the aether- we have human forms, but not human needs. We don’t eat. We don’t sleep. Other than taking a soul to the afterlife, we only watch. I’ve watched you since you arrived, seen how you treat the others. I can remember the others with the former Caretakers, feeling like an outsider looking in. Not quite welcome, not quite accepted. I watched you the other night, saw those things you did with Naia and the goblin. For the first time in my existence, I find myself wanting those things as well.”

“But?” Mike asked.

“I may have the body of a woman, but I do not have the experience of one.” Cecilia’s scent was overwhelming this close up. “And I do not think I could handle the rejection if you discovered I was not worth it. I don’t even know if we could be together as a man and woman should.”

Mike gazed into the banshee’s blank eyes. The spirit was already accepting failure before it had happened. “When you kissed me, did you like it?”

“I did,” Cecilia admitted. “It was new. I can’t remember the last time I experienced something new.”

“Maybe I should worry about you,” Mike told her, running his fingers through her hair. Tiny sparks kissed his flesh from beneath her snow-white strands. “You sit out here on the porch all day, but you came inside to help me with the fire elemental. You don’t sit out here because you have to-you choose to be here. And it sounds like, finally, you want to know if there can be more.” Mike’s hand followed the curve of her neck, sliding down her collarbone to caress her breast through the soft fabric of her blouse. Cecilia let out a tiny gasp, her eyes going wide. “Let’s find out. Together.”

Cecilia, her lips slightly parted, nodded in agreement.

Mike kissed her again, running his hands down her back and along the top of her ass. Breaking away from her, he allowed his lips to explore the soft underside of her neck, tiny kisses that elicited gasps as he moved his way down to her collarbone.

Cecilia’s fingers slid beneath the base of Mike’s shirt, then ran along his stomach. The sparks coming from her fingers tickled him in a couple of places, but he held his laughter in, afraid to break the spell that had been cast. He allowed her to explore, each touch uncertain. She tilted her head to the side, allowing him to kiss her upper chest. Her pale skin glowed, literally, in the darkness.

Mike worked his way back up her neck and kissed just beneath her ear.

“I like this,” Cecilia said, pulling Mike’s shirt off. Mike loosened the strings on the back of her bodice, allowing him better access to her breasts. As he pushed his fingers beneath the lace, the fabric shifted oddly around his hands, stray beams of light connecting her clothes to her body.

“Whoa,” Mike said, sliding her straps down along her shoulders. When he let go, they started to float back to their original position, clinging to her ghost flesh.

“Don’t mind that,” she said, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Mike suddenly noticed how heavy she was. With her straps the side, it was easy to push her dress down, freeing her breasts. Her nipples were tiny, spiritual afterthoughts on the part of whatever created banshees. He sucked at them, occasionally nipped, listening to the noises she made, narrowing in on what she liked. It wasn’t something he had ever been super good at, and he could only attribute it to Naia’s magic making him more aware, giving him new confidence. Running his lips across Cecilia’s breasts, she pressed her crotch into his, gentle pushes that quickly became more urgent.

The roof above them shifted, drawing Mike’s attention to a dark face hanging over the ledge. Abella smirked at the two of them, but kept watching. Mike tried to shoo away the gargoyle with a wave of his hand, but she wasn’t going to budge.

“More,” Cecilia whispered when Mike grazed a nipple with his teeth. “I want to feel more.”

Mike removed a hand from her breast, then twisted her body slightly sideways so that he could get access to her thighs. His hands moved up her stockings, finding smooth skin at mid-thigh. Cecilia parted her legs for him, allowing his fingers to roam up and over her skin. The shocking sensation was increased here, sending surges of chilled electricity to his very core. As long as he kept his hands on her flesh, it wasn’t bad, but if he broke contact, the sudden jolt was unsettling.

“Mike,” Cecilia whispered, kissing her way down his neck. Mike moaned, the sensations of electricity and ice colliding in his pine. His breath was visible now, the temperature of the air rapidly