"My turn, sweetness."
Before she could ask what he meant, she found herself being flipped to lie on her back with her head toward the foot of the mattress. She looked up into Remy's gray marble face. His dark gray eyes crinkled at the corners from his wicked grin. He held himself over her on his elbows, but she could feel the weight of him pinning her to the bed and it turned her on even more.
First he kissed her. It was gentle - he was cautious of his fangs. But his lips were strong and sure and thorough. By the time he was done she was barely breathing, and her hips were pushing up against him, trying to fit his cock to her wet and aching pussy.
"Not yet." He shifted away from her lips to rim her ear with the tip of his tongue. She shivered and craned her neck to give him better access.