A pity he’s hosting a party right that instant or Iseul would moat eagerly trade this beautiful garden for the privacy of his bedroom. For now, he’ll take what he could get here under the starlight.

When his lungs scream for air, Iseul pulls back just enough for a gasping sip. No, he refuses to put any unnecessary distance between them. His fingers loosen in the vampire’s hair, moving instead to trace the lines of that most beautiful (beloved?) face. Damian looks truly ethereal under the soft light of the lamps and stars. As for Iseul, color rests bright on his cheeks. Those dark eyes burn hot with unmasked desire and kiss-bruised lips remain parted aa he pants for breath.

The momentary pause seems to stretch on before Iseul curls his fingers into the front of Damian’s jacket to pull him in for another drowning kiss.