Chapter 43: Vintage

What she wanted right now was to undress him, to see him baring himself just as she was being so, and most importantly to lose his control.

“I’m fine.” She reached for his shirt to unbutton it.

With both hands, she started undoing his shirt. The vampires… since they don’t sweat, he appeared to have not lifted a finger the entire night, no sign of exertion on him. At first, with his composed face, he watched her fingers move through his buttons.

One after another. When only a few buttons remained, she pulled the shirt out of his slacks. She was wrong; he was not letting her get away even with this. His hand moved like a flash; it seized her hands together.

“No,” he blinked slowly and was gone.

At her bedside, he stood facing away and buttoning his shirt back up. She rose in surprise, supporting herself on her elbows. Why would be a stupid question, he had already told her.

He turned back around before placing his hand on her chest and pushing her gently down on the bed. At that secon