Page 46 of The Vampire’s Mercy (Blood Melody #1)

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

SILVANUS

“Is that what sunlight looks like?” I asked my golden-haired lover.

He brought my hand to his lips, planting a kiss on my knuckles. “Stop with the praise.”

We were naked together on a bed, moonlight pouring in through the skylight. We’d fucked on the silky sheets, both of us spent from the aggressive activity.

Just once I would like it to be gentler, rather than all the aggressive thrusting and spanking.

“I can’t help it,” I said.

There were marks on his neck from where he’d ordered me to bite him, his blood staining the rich golden hues of his skin.

The rest of the room was smeared like oil across a lens, white rose petals falling from the ceiling. I knew I was dreaming, remembering, and I wanted to hold onto it until I at least knew his name.

“You’re so lovely.” Basking in his beauty was how I imagined sunbathing might be. Warm and glorious, a mood lifting experience.

Yet the sun meant death.

This golden-haired man meant—

I woke up to the darkness of my sleeping pit, pulled from sleep by movement in my chambers.

Elio?

“Majesty,” his soft voice spoke above me. “Oh, Majesty. I have distressing news.”

“What is it?” I answered.

“It’s Paris Raine. He’s alive.”