Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 110664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
“I don’t have to be sleeping alone. Then you couldn’t go after this person. You wouldn’t dare leave my bed, would you?”
It felt like the air was knocked out of his lungs as he watched Marcus’s pupils dilate, his bright blue eyes becoming nearly black with desire.
“My choice is being wrapped around your body all night in bed or getting vengeance?”
“Yes.”
“Would I be able to feel your bare skin against mine?”
Ethan smiled slowly at Marcus, and he couldn’t feel the pain. There was only Marcus. “Are you asking if I would be completely naked and stretched out next to you?”
“Next to me. Beneath me. On top of me. Yes.”
“I could be if that’s what you wanted.”
Marcus slowly brushed his lips back and forth over Ethan’s parted lips, teasing him. Ethan was practically begging for a kiss. His body was trembling and pressing as close as he possibly could on that tiny bench.
“I think I was wrong about you. You’re a very evil person,” Marcus murmured. “Teasing me with vengeance and my darkest desire.”
“And which would you choose?”
Marcus crushed his lips against Ethan’s, plunging his tongue deep into his mouth. The kiss was perfect. Demanding, possessive, and yet so fucking tender. He could feel Marcus’s concern and his heartache for Ethan’s pain. Ethan kissed him, trying to give all of himself, to show Marcus that he trusted him, that he wanted more than just this kiss or even a quick fuck. He wanted to show Marcus that he wanted everything that came with being involved with a vampire, even if he wasn’t ready to actually say those words.
Wrapping his arms around him, Marcus tried to draw him closer. Pain shot through Ethan, forcing him to break off the kiss as he cried out.
Marcus instantly released him and leaned away. “I’m sorry,” he quickly said.
Ethan reached up, cupping the side of his neck. “Don’t. I’m okay.”
“You’re not,” Marcus snapped. Slowly, he lowered his hands and grabbed the edge of Ethan’s shirt. Ethan knew he could stop him, but he sat still as Marcus raised the shirt to reveal the motley of bruises that covered his torso.
A low growl rumbled up Marcus’s thick chest, reminding him of an angry bear, but instead of being afraid, he was turned-on by the sound. No one had ever wanted so badly to protect him. No one had cared about his well-being in so damn long, it was intoxicating.
“I’m very attracted to you, Ethan, but my need for vengeance is winning out over my hunger for your body,” Marcus grumbled.
Ethan smiled and rose from the bench. When Marcus tried to follow him, Ethan placed a restraining hand on his shoulder, keeping him seated. He walked around the bench so that he was facing the piano with the bench in front of him. With his hands on Marcus’s shoulders, he directed the man to spin on the bench until his back was pressed to the keys. Ethan then surprised him by climbing onto his lap so that his knees were on either side of Marcus’s hips. Marcus sucked in a harsh breath while holding his hands out to the side.
Grabbing his wrists, Ethan placed Marcus’s hands on his hips so that his fingers dug into his ass. “It’s safe to hold me here. You won’t hurt me.”
“Ethan…” Marcus exhaled with longing.
“I know, I’m not a good person,” Ethan whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “There’s a part of me that wants you to get revenge.” He kissed the other corner. “There’s a part of me that’s so damn turned-on that you want to protect me.” He pulled away from Marcus and gave his best sexy smirk despite the pain in his face. “There’s another part of me that’s dying to have you fuck me on this piano.”
Marcus groaned and carefully pulled Ethan in for a draining kiss that had Ethan pressing his hard cock against Marcus’s stomach. He finally gave in and thrust both of his hands into Marcus’s thick hair, twisting the silky strands around his fingers. It was even more luxurious than he’d dreamed, and now he had Marcus completely captive. He never wanted to stop kissing him. It didn’t matter if he was a vampire. Didn’t matter if Marcus was going to outlive him by centuries. Ethan had this wonderful moment, and Marcus felt so damn good against him.
He broke off the kiss and ran his tongue along Marcus’s swollen bottom lip. His eyes were glazed with passion and they might have glowed a little bit, but it could have been a trick of the light. There was another wicked part of him that wanted Marcus to lose control, for his fangs to finally come out.
“I thought we had a good reason for not doing this anymore,” Marcus murmured. “But I can’t for the life of me remember what it was any longer.”