“I noticed.” I fisted his cock, squeezing gently, then stroking him.
“Oh, hell,” he whispered, his hands reaching down to touch my face.
Refusing to cede control, I brought him to my mouth and licked the tip, swirling my tongue, loving the taste and feel of his hot, smooth skin.
“You’re going to be the death of me, little brawler,” he moaned.
I pulled back slightly.
“Would you like me to stop?” I teased, still stroking him. “I don’t want to be held responsible for taking down an immortal apex predator with one little kiss.”
Darius tipped his face down and growled, the look his eyes hungry and vulnerable as I took him into my mouth again, deeper this time, my hand still wrapped around the base as I worked my tongue over his hot flesh.
“Don’t…” he breathed, sliding his hands into my hair. “Don’t stop. I can think of no… no better way to… meet my end. That’s… fucking brilliant.”
My vampire was coming undone, and I was loving every red-hot second of it, licking and sucking him, bringing him closer and closer to the brink.
His hands slid deeper into my wet hair, fisting it tight as I slowed down, teasing him with soft flicks of my tongue, then taking him in deeper, alternating until he was damn near out of his mind.
“You’re… killing… me,” he grunted.
“Payback for body slamming me,” I teased.
“Oh, this is supposed to be…punishment?”
“You tell me. You’re not used to ceding control,” I teased, licking a path from the base to the tip.
“I’m… not,” he admitted, his voice wobbly. “You leave me… quite unbalanced.”
“In that case, you’d better find something to hold on to.” That was all the warning I gave him before I wrapped my lips around him again, sliding down over his shaft as I relaxed my throat, taking him deep.
His knees buckled, but to his credit, he remained upright, and I sucked harder, sensing he was so, so close.
I let out a soft moan, and that was the very end of my vampire’s resistance. He came with a roar that echoed off the tiles, his body shuddering as he thrust inside me, harder and faster, his hands clenched so tightly in my hair it made my eyes water and my thighs clench, my own core throbbing at his wild, euphoric outburst.
I’d never seen him so unrefined. So unrestrained.
After a long moment, he sagged back against the shower tiles, and I pulled away, slowly kissing my way up his toned body as I got to my feet. His skin was impossibly smooth, every inch of him perfect and delicious.
When I stood fully upright once again, Darius slid a finger beneath my chin and tipped my face up, leaning down to capture my mouth in a slow, soft kiss that didn’t end until my skin was pruned and the water streaming over our bodies had turned as chilly as the autumn air.
Eighteen
DARIUS
Glowing fire, crackling softly. Two glasses of a vintage French burgundy I’d been saving for a special occasion. And Gray, the woman who was quickly forging a path to my heart.
Tonight, I had her all to myself—a rare luxury. Here in my arms, snuggling on the couch before the fireplace, she was safe.
If a more perfect evening existed, I couldn’t imagine it.
“Tell me what’s happening in there.” I traced my lips across Gray’s forehead. “What great mysteries are you pondering, what schemes are you hatching, whose demise are you so intricately plotting?”
“Nothing so exciting as all that, I’m afraid.” She tucked her feet up beneath her, leaning in a little closer. “I just don’t want you to go.”
“That makes two of us, love. But I won’t be long. Two, three days at most. When I return, we’ll have another shower.”
“Yeah?”
