63. Marina

Marina"s heart raced as she gazed up at Peter, her eyes locked with his in a moment of perfect clarity and connection. The rest of the world seemed to fade away as she lost herself in the depths of his hungry stare.

"Are you tired?" She reached up with her fingers to caress his cheek, marveling at his skin"s smooth, cool texture beneath her touch.

"I"m never too tired to play." Smiling, Peter leaned into her hand, his eyes fluttering closed briefly.

"I love you," Marina whispered. "I"m humming with excitement and nervous energy, and I need to do something about it, but if you need a few hours of sleep to recharge, I"ll wait."

He lifted his head. "As I said, I"m never too tired to play, and I"m open to suggestions."

"You always are," Marina smiled. "And that is one of the many things I love about you." She took his hand, guided him into their bedroom, and closed the door.

The blinds were closed, making the room dark even though it was early morning, but she knew that Peter wouldn"t have a problem seeing her despite the lack of illumination.

"I want you to show me what it is like in a club. I want to scene with you."

She had read about it and even done many of the things that supposedly happened in those kinds of clubs, but she still felt unprepared for an actual visit. Nevertheless, thinking about being in a place like that had produced a spike of arousal that needed an outlet.

"Marina." Peter pulled her into his hard body, and she melted into his warmth and his strength.

He hooked a finger under her chin and lifted her head, so she was looking into his glowing eyes. "I love you." His large palm stroked circles on her back as he lowered his head and kissed her.

His gentle hold on her contrasted with the ferocity of his kiss, the possessive passion, the firm press of his lips, the forceful stroking of his tongue as it glided against hers.

Marina moaned, lost to the passion, threading her fingers through the short strands of his dark hair.

As Peter leaned away and looked into her eyes, the sight of his elongated fangs sent a shiver down her spine.

"Any hard limits I should be mindful of?"

She appreciated that he always asked her before they did anything not pure vanilla. Sometimes, she was in the mood for just a little spice, and sometimes she was in the mood for a lot, and it was very considerate of him to find out without dipping inside her mind, even though she"d given him permission to do so.

After all, Marina had no more secrets from Peter, and granting him complete control was the ultimate show of trust. If she wasn"t a hundred percent sure that he would never abuse it, she wouldn"t have given it.

"No limits today. You"ve whetted my appetite for bondage with your talk about Brundar"s club." She smiled and added, "Do as you please with me because that"s what will please me."

"I like that answer." He retook her lips, but this time, he wasn"t as gentle, fisting her hair and pulling her head back as he devoured her mouth.

As usual, the dominance of the act aroused her more than the slight sting, and as she rubbed her achy nipples against his chest, he tightened his hold on her and pressed his erection against her mound.

Lost to the sensations bombarding her body, Marina felt her knees turn to jelly, and if not for Peter"s firm hold, she would"ve fallen to the floor. Holding her up with one arm, he gripped the bottom of her T-shirt, pulled it over her head, and tossed it on top of the dresser. Then he unzipped her jeans and pulled them down.

He left her thong and bra on for some reason, making her wonder about the game he had in mind. Hopefully, he didn"t plan on taking her outside and spanking her bent over the railing of the front porch.

Okay, so maybe she had some exhibitionist fantasies after all because that image turned her on way more than it should have.

His palm splayed over her belly, possessive and reassuring. "You"re beautiful, Marina."

She stifled a nervous chuckle. Peter kept telling her that she was beautiful, and perhaps she could be considered good-looking in human terms, but compared to him and the other immortals, she was painfully ordinary.

Reaching behind her, he snapped the clasp of her bra open, hooked his fingers in the shoulder straps, and lowered them down her arms, his fingers feathering over her skin and raising goosebumps in their wake.

When the bra joined her clothes on the dresser, Peter looked at her practically nude body; her nipples pebbled in response to the hunger in his eyes.

"Put your hands behind your back and clasp them."

"Yes, sir."

He didn"t prepare anything to tie her up with, so unless he got creative, her bondage would be more of a suggestion than anything physical.

She could live with that.

The pose of holding her hands behind her back made her small breasts jut out invitingly. Peter responded by lifting his hands and stroking his thumbs over both of her nipples, running lazy circles around the hardened peaks.

He was teasing her, prolonging the anticipation, and even though she wanted him to do so much more, she bit her lower lip, knowing that he would punish her by going even slower.

He tweaked her nipples, the slight pain sending a zing of desire straight down between her legs. "Eyes on me," he commanded.

Her eyes flew open.

His fanged smile was chilly. "I love being able to say this to you after a lifetime of commanding women to keep their eyes closed." He hooked his thumbs inside the elastic of her thong, pulling it down past her hips and letting it drop to the floor.

His nostrils flared as he got a whiff of her arousal. "You smell good enough to eat, love." He went down to his knees and gripped her hips before doing just that.

It was good that Peter was holding her and that he was so strong because his tongue was turning her into a puddle of goo, and her legs couldn"t support her weight.

That wasn"t the scene she"d been expecting, but she didn"t mind; she was a hair away from orgasming when a sharp smack on her behind reminded her that she didn"t have permission to come yet.

"Patience." Peter turned her around and, with a slight push on her back, had her bent over the foot of the bed. "You can put your hands on the mattress."

Here it comes.

They had played this type of game many times before, but that didn"t mean that any less butterflies were taking flight in her stomach or that she was less eager for the game to begin.