Breathless...

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Simon's POV

My eyes flutter open when sunlight infiltrates the room I share with Baz. A cold body curls into me and I finally open my eyes. Aleister Crowley, my heart stops dead in its tracks. Baz is naked in my arms, his pale face glimmering in the sunlight.   

             "Simon," He groans, "stop looking at me like I'm a scone. . . ," he actually swats my face away!! I'm pretty sure I seem starstruck.

              I jump on top of the love of my life, straddling him while he's still half-asleep and trying to push me off.

              "Siiiiiimon!!! Let me sleep for once. . . ," he's still groaning and I shake my head. Baz looks so cute when he scrunches his face like this, and pouts—he's irresistible. It makes me wanna kiss him, so I do.

               I bend down, tangling my fingers in his long, dark hair, and capture his lips in mine. Baz breathes softly under me, and his graceful fingers trail up my thighs. He untangles our tongues, and leaves a trail of kisses down to my throat. I moan above my vampire as his fingers grip my naked arse, pulling me into him.

               "Baz. . . ," I sigh, grinding against him.

               "Yes, Chosen. . . ," He says planting his soft, pretty lips on my neck.

               "Baz," I groan as he nips at my hardened nipples, "Breakfast. . . ,"

                "I'm way more appetizing, but alright Simon," he jumps out from under me leaving me naked, on my knees before him. 

                 I gulp as my vampire's eyes roam hungrily over my body. He looks down at my morning arousal and gives me his signature smirk.

                Baz wants to tease me, but I can't help ruin his fun. "Kiss me. . . ," I whisper—knowing Baz will hear me despite the distance. Knowing that Baz will always bend to my will. Knowing that when I'm around, I'm the only thing he can see, hear or feel.

               He's before me faster than I can blink, and he takes my face in his hands, pressing his soft lips against mine.

              "I love you, Simon,"

              "Show me how much you love me. . . ,"

              Basil deepens the kiss, our tongues intertwine. Cold hands hold my arse, pressing me into his invincible body. Stormy grey eyes burn into mine.

              His love is deep, passionate and infinite.