With the sheer effort it takes for my brain to focus on anything other than the roguish circling of his slender digits up and down my thigh, I am surprised at myself for managing to get any words out at all. But the words I do manage to get out are sarcastic and witty, the perfect response to a hedonistic vampire.
"Yes, I am sure you could hardly live with yourself if you missed granting me that opportunity."
A low snarl rips from his throat, his eyes flickering red. I grin once more.
"Don't pretend you wouldn't disappointed either," he says lowly, his voice little more than a murmur in the fresh night air. I shrug casually, pretending with my best look of nonchalance not to care at all.
But from hearing my heart pound rapidly in my chest, its pace only quickening, I doubt Soren believes that for a single second.
