Page 44 of Marked
I take in the full bottom swell of his mouth. “The sex.” My palms slam over my mouth.
Oh god.
Where the fuck is my brain to mouth filter tonight?
He chokes again and whiskey sprays all over the floor. His head whips around, onyx irises hot and searing.
They move over me. “I don’t understand.”
My face burns. “Raina said her and Markus go at it like rabbits,” I breathe. “Something about them being more than husband and wife. What is it she called it?”
“Consorts,” he says, searching face. “They’re Consorts.”
I nod. “Yeah. That.”
“So, all the kick-ass powers in the world ... and you would just want the sex?”
“Well, the healing takes care of the aches, right? And vampire men are super strong. So, think of all the positions.”
He mutters under his breath.
“Huh?”
His head shakes. “I saidyeah. The positions.”
My heart pounds in the quiet that follows, but there is something about the dark and the spicy scent of his skin that leaves me on edge. Bold.
“What about you, Ruin?” I ask, taking the napkin from him to dab at a few drops of liquor on his chest.
He watches me out of the corner of his eye. “What about me?” His voice is deeper, rasping. It seems to rub along my skin.
I stare into his dark gaze. “What’s the best part about sex as a vampire?”
He grabs my wrist, fingers overlapping. For a minute, I expect him to jerk away like before. “I love the scents,” he breathes. “The flavors combining in my nose and on my tongue.”
“Flavors?”
His fingers tighten. “Blood, sweat, and sex.”
I tremble, nipples beading in my bra. “And, do you feed during sex?”
“Only if I’m asked.” His gaze is stark. Honest.
My eyes dip to his full bottom lip and the fangs I can’t see. “How do you kiss with the fangs?”
“They retract unless my emotions get too strong, or my control slips.” The low timbre of his voice is sinful in my ears.
“Have you ever lost control kissing?”
His head shakes, slowly.
I lean forward, and he releases me. My fingers alight on his chest, and heat pools just at the hard swell of muscle under the cotton covering him. “Show me.”
He jerks. “Lilah...”
“Just once.” My eyes search his face. “I want to know what it’s like to kiss a vampire.”
He watches me, too, or maybe assesses me. There is a calculation to the look, like I just gave him an answer to a question he had without knowing it.
