31. Marina

31

MARINA

" S o am I." Peter lay down next to her and pulled her into his arms.

Marina wasn't surprised that he'd chosen sex over food, but she was worried about him going on the mission without a proper meal. She was also worried about not smelling the freshest.

"Let's get in the tub together," she suggested.

Frowning, Peter lifted his arm. "Do I smell bad?" He sniffed his armpit.

"You never do, but we've both had a long day. We can celebrate the news with a bottle of wine."

He grinned. "That sounds like a plan. You get the water running, and I'll get the wine."

She shook her head. "I left a roast warming in the oven. I don't want it to dry out. I'll get the wine while you get the tub going."

"Deal." Peter jumped out of bed. "Just don't take long. We don't have a lot of time."

Her gut clenched at the reminder that he was going on a mission tonight. "I'll be quick."

With the roast taken care of, a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other, Marina made her way back to the bedroom and grinned when she found Peter already soaking in the tub.

It was only half full, which left his magnificent nude body on full display.

For a moment, she just gazed at him, getting her fill of his masculine beauty.

Peter tilted his head. "Do you like?"

"I like it a lot." She put the bottle and the glasses on the tub's deck and got undressed.

"Beautiful." His eyes roamed over her. "I never get tired of looking at you."

She knew better than to say she was nothing special compared to his gorgeous immortal relatives. It was true, but Peter didn't like it when she made self-deprecating comments.

Marina got into the tub across from Peter and lowered herself carefully into the water.

"Too hot?" Peter asked.

"A little, but I'll get used to it in a moment."

"I know how to make it better." He leaned over, lifted her like she weighed nothing, and laid her down on his chest, just not the way she'd expected.

Nevertheless, it was nice to feel his hard length poking her butt, and as she rested her head on his hard muscles, he cupped her breasts and started to play with her nipples.

Closing her eyes, she let out a soft moan and rubbed her bottom over his erection. In response, it twitched against her backside.

"Umm, that's nice." She spread her legs a little and adjusted the angle to get more friction.

"Impatient?" He kissed her neck in the spot where it met her shoulder, then nipped a little, letting his fangs scrape against her skin.

As usual, the thought of him biting her sent a shiver of desire down her spine, and more moisture pooled between her legs. It had become an addiction, and although Peter claimed that it was the venom itself that was addictive, she just loved the whole thing and couldn't get enough of it.

Now that there was a valid reason to strive for two of those a day, she wasn't sure she would be able to function in the café with so much euphoria scrambling her brain.

"We don't have much time, remember?"

"Oh, right." He removed one of his hands from her breast and slipped lower to cup her center, his middle finger parting her folds.

The moan she let out sounded throaty and loud as it echoed in the tiled bathroom.

"Feels good, love?"

She wiggled to get more of his finger. "You know it does."

He slipped it into her and added one more while his thumb pressed against her clit.

"That's good." She rubbed her bottom against his cock.

Peter hissed into her ear and caught her chin, twisting her head around and taking her mouth in a hungry kiss while he pumped his fingers in and out of her.

She wanted to tell him that she preferred to have his shaft inside of her, but he was devouring her mouth while tormenting her nipple and fingering her to oblivion.

Was he going to bite her when she came?

The thought was enough to send her over the edge. Peter kept kissing her through the tremors and rubbing his erection against her ass, but he didn't enter her, and he didn't bite her.

When the storm he'd unleashed inside of her subsided, he gently slid out from under her, stepped out of the tub, grabbed a towel, and spread it out for her to step into.

When she did, he wrapped her in the bath sheet and lifted her into his arms.