Gabriel released Esme, and she gasped for air. She couldn't help it; he was making her lose her mind and all functionality along with it. She forgot how to breathe while kissing. He was too damn good at kissing, and it was making her crazy.
"He's had thousands of years-" Esme pushed Isana and her comments aside as she kept her arms wrapped around this deadly and striking being beneath her. She still didn't know how this came to be, her naked in a vampire's bathtub, feeling high off the first form of happiness in such a long time. But she really wasn't complaining.
Gabriel started trailing kisses down her neck, and she tilted her head back to give him more access. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the points of his fangs beginning to graze her skin and sending her into heated arousal. But before Esme could say anything, he gripped her hips and flipped her around. She yelped at the sudden movement and found herself lying back on his chest, her head next to his.
