"Are you planning to suck my cock, Fiery-wife?"
Heat rushed to her face so fast she nearly laughed. She placed her hand on his knee, steadying herself and whispered with mischief, "Maybe."
He chuckled low, the sound like thunder wrapped in velvet.
"Gods… don't tempt me when I'm like this."
"You said you could see in the dark," she teased softly.
"And I can. I see you. Even now. Even always."
She leaned in, her forehead brushing his. "Then find me again when the dark is too deep."
He didn't answer with words this time. Only wrapped his arms around her slowly, pulling her to his lap, burying his face in her neck. A vampire, yes—but at that moment, just a man. A husband in need of warmth, not blood. A lover in need of grace, not lust.
But would a vampire never be in need of lust? she shook her head, no.
"I want to pleasure you"
Alaric's breath slowed, his arms still around her, heavy and possessive, as if she were the only thing anchoring him to this world.
