“You’re all right?” Gabriel asked.
“Yes.” Oh, yes. “More please?”
Gabriel fastened his lips to Noah’s throat and began to suck, strong and firm.
“You’re going to give me a hickey.”
Gabriel raised his head. “Shall I stop?”
“No!”
“All right.” There was a smile in his voice.
“We should have done this more often.”
“Yes.” Gabriel resumed, then stopped abruptly. “What?”
“What?” Noah nudged his vampyre. He was afraid his subtle hint to continue wasn’t as subtle as he’d thought.
“Never mind.” Gabriel continued for a minute or so more, humming in pleasure, then stroked his tongue over that spot and raised his head. He was so close Noah’s eyes almost crossed meeting Gabriel’s eyes.
“Why did you stop? Did I do something wrong?” Didn’t Gabriel want Noah as his black swan?
“Remember,” Gabriel whispered. Before Noah could ask what he was supposed to remember, Gabriel pressed his lips to Noah’s. “It grows late.”