Kiani POV
The tenderness that Daemian displays towards me is something I have never known, vampires don't do romance, at least not to my knowledge
Every encounter I've ever had has been a frenzy of sin, decadence, the sudden urge slow down, actually welcome intimacy inflames my desires
Our kisses become deeper, our touches linger, we are safe here, we are not rushed, this will be our time to completely enjoy each other
His hands and mouth trail over my body, searching out the special spots that require extra attention, his fangs scraping, tantalizing me
My breath catches as he captures my hardened peak, the nibbles and licks only further constrict the bud as my back arches upwards in desire
The moans he elicits from my body are compounded with words like, yes, right there, oh my god, more, don't stop, please, please Daemian
With every whimper, every scream he continues to worship my body, his slow and unforced pace bring me to heights beyond comprehension
My body quivers, my need for release aches within me, as he continues liquid fire runs through my veins, molten lava flows from my temple
Daemian places hot open mouth kisses along my hips, moving lower, just as he is begins to push upon my thigh, I hear HIM in my mind
Hakon is coming, he knows that Daemian still lives, he feels my betrayal, as I feel his wrath, I look down at the man I love and shudder