“Y-yeah. You can touch me.”
CHAPTER TWO
PARIS
Here we go with the line-crossing once again.
He closed the tiny gap between us, cupping my bulge.
“Fuck…” I wheezed, dropping my cig. “Shit!” I immediately stamped on it, making sure my face was the only thing on fire.
Gently, the vampire king squeezed where I ached, never breaking eye contact. He didn’t blink, trapping me in his sexy scrutiny, his expression a strange mix of delectable and eerie. Predatory, feral, on the cusp of a scorching thrown down.
I trembled, putting myself at his mercy, pushing into his hand with a thrust of my hips.
His lips twitched as his fangs appeared. Feral lust swam in his eyes, and he popped the top button of my jeans.
“Is this alright?” he asked.
I nodded, every nerve sparking with painful horniness. Sweat beaded my brow, more of it pooling at the base of my spine.
He slid the zipper down, peeling the denim prison open.
“Fuck…” I rasped.
Eyes still on mine, he curled his fingers into the band of my underwear. His knuckles brushed against the top of my dick, my balls tightening in response.
“If you say stop, I will,” he said.
Like hell would I be stoppinganything.
Using his other hand, he drew my jeans down with expert ease, all the way down to my knees without bending down.
Wow. What skill the vampire king had.
I just had the boxers left covering me now, the black cotton barrier about to relinquish my hardness to him.
By Aidan, this?—
That name. That fucking name. It was poison on my tongue, a force of habit I’d have to break immediately.
My hands balled into fists, images of the tower crashing through my mind. The rotting body of Aidan breaking free of those chains because of me. My world turned upside down, my heart smashed into a million pieces.
“Paris?”
Damn that place. That horrible stormy place of revelations and heartbreak and pain. My chest tightened, anguish an anchor inside me, attached to a speeding boat, tearing up the ocean floor.
“I can’t…” I whispered, words crystalizing in my mouth.
I thought about the stink of decay and the horrific truth the entire world needed to learn.
How? With one mega spell to obliterate the veil of lies? Was that even possible to pull off on a global scale?
I felt Silvanus pause, my boxers past my hip bones now. “Shall I stop?”
His words cut through the noise in my head.
Him. Silvanus Clarence. The man I’d become so caught up with, our paths entwined and complex. The vampire gettingme all hot and bothered, making me think and feel differently. Churning my guts up, intriguing me, fucking with my mind.
