“I don’t know which would be worse: being purpose-bred for power, or the accidental genetics that made me.” Quite on purpose, concealing a wicked smile, she tugged on his hair again. “Is it okay to ask how old you are?”
At the feel of her tug on his hair again his hips went down a bit and he let out a murmured “fuck”. Victor took a deep breath and mock glared at her before he lightened his expression. “Being bred for power is worse in my opinion at least.” He was startled for a moment. “My age? Uh, sure, I’m 33. I’ve been a vampire for a little over 5 years. Why do you ask?” Then he cocked his head a bit. “Do you mind if I ask how old you are?”
“At least you knew, from the start.” With a sigh, she stroked his hair, threading her fingers through at the back of his head. “I’m thirty-two. Just a year younger than you.” Summer closed her eyes, feeling suddenly old. “Come here, I want to kiss you.”
Victor leaned in and kissed her lips, nipping at her bottom lip a little bit before kissing her again. He closed his eyes and his hand wandered aimlessly from her cheek to neck to shoulder. “You’re amazing, Summer.”
Kissing Victor was really nice. His mouth fit to hers in all the right ways, there was no awkward maneuvering; just warmth and intensity. She pulled away long enough to contradict him, “I’m just me,” and kissed him again so he couldn’t answer, licking a little at his mouth.