Page 135 of Bite Marks & Broken Hearts

Seb’s hand froze mid-sip, wine splashing against the rim of the glass. His eyes snapped to mine, startled.

“I just… I’d like to help. You’re always so worried about the blood from Undertone, not knowing where it comes from.” My eyes became glued to my crust.

A deep sigh. “I suppose I’m denying myself that privilege.”

“What? Why?”

“I promised to save you. And until I’ve fulfilled that promise, I don’t deserve—” He cut himself off.

I set my sandwich down on the silver dome, pushing it aside. With gentle fingers, I pried Seb’s glass from his hand, and placed it on the brickwork. I shifted closer to Seb, swinging one leg over his thighs untilI straddled his lap. The heat lamps cast a warm glow across his features, softening the sharp angles of his face.

His hands settled tentatively on my hips, steadying me. The touch sent electricity dancing across my skin, even through the fabric of my jumper.

I reached up, brushing those wild curls back from his forehead. They were beautifully soft, like plush velvet between my fingers. In the warm amber light, his eyes met mine—burnt caramel, so ancient and so human all at once.

“It isn’t something that you need to earn,” I whispered, trailing my fingers down to cup his jaw. “It’s about trust. Connection.” My thumb traced his lower lip. “It’s about me wanting to share something with you. Something that matters.”

“Flynn—”

“Let me finish.” I pressed my forehead against his. “It’s about letting me in on every part of you. Letting me help you.”

“You make everything sound so simple,” he murmured.

“Maybe because it is.”

His hands tightened on my hips, drawing me closer.

I studied his face—watching the flicker of surrender, his ironclad wall beginning to crumble. The warm light caught on his features like the last rays of dusk dancing over water, transforming everything to molten gold.

“You know, I used to think the ocean at sunset was the most beautiful sight in the world.” My thumb traced his jawline. “Turns out I just hadn’t met you yet.”

His eyes burned into mine with an intensity that stole my breath.

Between one heartbeat and the next, he moved—vampire-fast—sweeping me up like I weighed nothing at all. The world blurred as he drove me across the rooftop.

My back struck the rough brickwork of a chimney stack, and I arched into the delicious friction of Seb pinning me there, his hips cradled between my thighs. A low growl rumbled in his chest as I nipped at his lower lip, tasting the faintest hint of wine.

Then his mouth crashed against mine, hungry and demanding. My fingers tangled in those thick curls, tugging him closer as heat bloomed between us. My cock thickened, pushing insistently against my jeans, his own bulge pressing into mine, and anticipation unfurled in my blood like wildfire.

He drove me even harder against the wall, the rough brick catching at my jumper. That sharp sensation brought me back to myself, even as his tongue swept against mine with maddening tenderness.

“This is so fucking hot,” I gasped between kisses. “But it would be a shame to waste that mattress you hauled all the way up here, right?”

The world blurred again—that dizzying speed—and then I was flying, then falling, then sprawled across the mattress, the London sky spinning above me. The delicious weight of Seb pressed me down, down,downinto the duvet, heavy enough to steal my breath in the best possible way. Almost too heavy, but god, I never wanted him to move, because trapped between him and the bed, I felt so wonderfully, perfectly caught. Held. Safe. Cherished.

Our bodies shifted and melted together as his tongue sought mine, and I answered with frantic hunger.

Hands everywhere. Desperate. Claiming. His mouth cool against mine. Nothing gentle now. Just touch. Raw need. Fingers digging into flesh. Bodies pressed flush. His grip fierce on my jaw. On my hip. Drawing me closer. Closer. Until there was nothing left between us but want.

“I want to take you,” he murmured, dark and honeyed, the words ghosting against my skin. “May I have you?”

“Yes,” I rasped out, swallowing down myplease, please, please.

I found the hem of my jumper, and his fingers caught my hand, tugging the garment back down. “Off,” I insisted. “I want to feel you.” He hesitated only a moment before helping me pull it, and my shirt, over my head. I should have been cold, but between the heat lamps above and the inferno his touch sparked beneath my skin, warmth blazed through me, keeping the demon ice at bay.

I tilted my head, baring my throat. “Bite me,” I breathed, beyond caring how desperate I sounded. “I want you to, Seb. So, so much.”

“No.” The word rumbled from his chest—dark, commanding. “First, I want to show you how good I can make you feel. You’ll come from my cock, not my bite.”

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