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kill that person?”
Dalton smirks.
    “No, like kissing you until my lips are numb and I can’t see
straight. Feeling your warm body next to mine, watching you breathe
in and out, and hearing your heart pump blood to your veins.
Touching every part of your body and feeling your pleasure, that’s
my ultimate fantasy. ” My lips are trembling at his words and my
vision has become blurry from the image that he has painted for me.
My knees are shaking at the thought of his lips on mine and the
overwhelming desire I have for him, is slowly taking over my body.
I lean back onto the seat as Dalton pushes his door open. In a
flash he is at my door, holding it open, whilst reaching out for my
hand. I bite my lower lip as I place my hand into his and then my
eyes focus on Nicholas as he emerges from the house. Dalton wraps
his arm around my waist and he leads me towards the house. As we
edge closer to the front door, Nicholas becomes clearer in my
vision. He is tall, with sandy blonde hair and brown eyes; he is
smartly dressed in a black suit and tie and I cannot deny that he
is gorgeous. Dalton grips me tightly as we climb the steps of the
front porch. Nicholas smirks at me and he nods at his brother as we
finally reach him.
    “Brother, you brought us a snack?” My heart flutters at his
deep, southern accent. My hands begin to shake at his remark
–Dalton was right, he is ravenous. I can tell from the way he is
staring at me, that he would love to rip into my skin, his lips are
white with lust and desire and his intoxicating presence is very
alarming to me. He edges closer, smiling and reaching out for my
hand. Dalton looks down at me, nodding for me to take his bothers
hand. I reluctantly place my hand into Nicholas’s out stretched
hand, I flinch from the icy touch of his skin –he is an arctic
blast compared to Dalton.
    “Nicholas, this is Rose, you won’t harm her, is that
understood?” Nicholas lifts my hand towards his mouth in one fluid
motion and I gasp from his actions. He smirks at me and he places a
soft kiss onto my skin, gently running his tongue along my index
finger as he pulls away.
    “She seems tasty; can’t I have a taste, my dear?” My heart
races and I grab onto Dalton for support. Nicholas laughs at me and
then he turns away from us, chanting as he walks.
    “Calm yourself little lady, it was a joke!”
    Dalton rushes me into the house and I gasp as I bask in the
beauty that’s inside. The house has a large, spiralling staircase,
dark wooden floors and beautiful sparkling chandeliers. The scent
of lavender and cologne fills the air and the furniture is classic.
Long side tables dominate the hallway, each one more spectacular
than the last. Paintings of angels hang on the light walls and
classic lamps light up the dark entrance. Nicholas urges us to
follow him into the lounge, so as we follow him, I have to gush
about the house to Dalton.
    “Your house is awesome,” he laughs and then he pushes me into
the lounge. The room is large, open and filled with timeless
furniture. The back wall is stacked with books, all placed neatly
into their shelves. A massive fireplace is the centrepiece of the
room; it’s lit and burning brightly. Nicholas glides over to a
drinks cabinet and he pours two glasses of scotch. He downs his in
a matter of seconds and then he flies over to Dalton and places the
drink into his hand. Dalton nods and then he tilts his head back
and downs the drink. He tosses the glass onto the leather sofa and
it smashes against the wood, not breaking, but making a loud bang
from his force. Nicholas smiles at me and then he offers me a
drink.
    “Where is my manners, would the lady like a drink?” Dalton
stares at me and then he answers on my behalf.
    “She’s fine, we need to talk.” Dalton urges. Nicholas
straightens his face and then he glides over to the sofa and throws
himself down. Dalton takes me over to the other sofa and he sits me
down, he stands, looking at Nicholas with rage