“Kiera, you're really testing my restraint today.” Gage mumbles, his fingers digging into my hip.
“When you're giving me your everything, why shouldn't I do the same, Gage?” Pushing back his shoulder, I straddle his waist when he lies on his back.
Gage grips my hips. “I'm three hundred and twenty-seven years old.”
“I don't care, you look like you're twenty-seven human years to me.” I kiss the side of his neck and swirl my tongue on the spot before suckling gently.
“You still want me after knowing about my past?”
“I've wanted you since day one.” To emphasize my point I run my fingers over his washboard abs, loving the hard contours.
Gage cups the side of my face and pulls me away from his exquisite taste. “I have killed and will kill for my loved ones.”
“No judgment here. I'd do the
