Bite Marks & Broken Hearts (The Killigrew Street Case Files, #1)

by T.J. Rose

“One bread, please.” The words tumbled out before I could stop them. Flynn’s eyebrows shot up. “One… bread?”

“I’m sure you’re thinking, ‘What exactly is this strange establishment I find myself in?’” Actually, I was fantasising about licking your forearms while simultaneously sort of still pondering if I’m going to die, but sure, let’s go with that. “Sure.”

“And you’re not convenient.” I reached up, cupping both cheeks with trembling fingers. “God help me, Flynn, you’re the most inconvenient thing that’s happened to me in two decades. And I still can’t stay away.”

“You remind me of the ocean,” I murmured into the darkness. “Wild and endless and home.” The world swayed gently. My thoughts foamed, dissolved, scattered. “The sea’s too big without you.” The words slipped out, barely a breath, as darkness crept in at the edges. “Don’t want to be alone again.” Then, he was gone.

He looked so lost, so broken. My vampire.

“Sebastián,” I breathed like a prayer. “This is what it feels like,” he murmured against my cheek, between kisses. “What?” “This is what it feels like to be alive.” My breath hitched as his hands gripped my hips, anchoring me. I pressed one hand against his chest, over the place where his beating heart once lay. “Then I’ve been dead until now too.”

“More,” he whispered against my lips. His hands slid up my back, pulling me impossibly close. “Just a moment more.” I melted into him, my body fitting against his like we’d been carved from the same stone.

Seb’s cool fingers caught my chin, his thumb gently tugging my lip free. “It’s already the best,” he murmured, eyes so, so soft. “Whatever happens—it’s already perfect because it’s you.”

This wasn’t merely sex. This was worship.

“I can feel you.” His voice was full of wonder. “Every single beat of your heart. You make me feel so alive, like everything before was just leading me here, to you, to right now.”

“Fly for me, angel,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion. “Fall apart for me.”

“You taste of summer storms.” Thrust. “Of starlight and salvation.” Thrust. “Like everything I didn’t know I was searching for.” Thrust. “Like mine.”