Despite Dante's relentless warnings, Vesper vanished from sight in the blink of an eye. One moment he was across the room, the next he appeared directly behind Blazar like a phantom materializing from thin air.
His hands slid around her waist with predatory grace, his chest pressing against her back as his lips found the sensitive curve of her neck. The touch was feather-light at first, barely there, but when his tongue darted out to taste her skin, Blazar couldn't stop the soft moan that escaped her lips.
The sound seemed to drive him wild. His grip tightened on her waist as he continued his assault on her neck, placing slow, deliberate kisses along the column of her throat. Each touch sent shivers racing down her spine, and she found herself leaning back against him despite every rational thought screaming at her to pull away.
