Over the edge

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.