Chapter 45

The scent of Clive's arousal filled my head

"Oh god, how cute was he?"

"So this is your first pair? Aren't you older than di..."

"You? Yes, it is.” He shrugged. “Vampires are formalists. We don't wear blue jeans."

"You wear."

"I'm wearing it now." He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it out of his jeans, then climbed onto the bed. He caged me with his hands, but without touching me. He rested his hands on the mattress, supporting the weight of his body. And then he slowly lowered his head and kissed me. Kissed and kissed.

I can handle it. I ran my hands over his chest, down his stomach. The purr sounded in his throat again, and I smiled into his lips. I took a breath and said: "I have an idea."

With a twinkle in his eye, he plopped down next to me. "Tell."

"I just had a thought. Maybe if you want, you can lie down and not move. Let me be the one to touch..." I didn't know how to explain it.

"Yes. I like this idea. Consider me your toy boy. We will do whatever you want and nothing more.