Page 49 of Dark Witch Resurrection

As the meal began, Marina got lost in the culinary sensations. Every item was a work of art and a symphony of flavors and textures that danced on her tongue and made her moan with pleasure.

The portions were small, almost laughably so, but each was a masterpiece. The chef and his helpers must all be obsessed perfectionists to produce things that looked and tasted like that, and she could understand why people were willing to spend a fortune on the experience.

Through it all, Peter's hand occasionally wandered to her thigh beneath the table, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her skin that made her pulse race.

She didn't know when he was going to up the game, but she was sure he would do so soon. His eyes had been glowing throughout the evening, but he somehow managed to keep his fangs from elongating.

When the first bottle of wine was gone, Peter ordered a new one and poured them both a glass.

He lifted his and waited for her to do the same. "To life, love, and joy."

Marina repeated the toast and clinked her glass against Peter's, the sound ringing out like a bell in the hushed, intimate space of the booth.

It was then that Peter's hand began to wander higher, and his fingers brushed against the soft, sensitive skin of her upper inner thigh, eliciting a strangled moan from her throat.

A flicker of fear mingled with excitement as he coaxed her legs to part wider, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the thought of being caught in such a compromising position. But then Peter's lips were at her ear, his voice low and husky with desire as he whispered to her in the darkness.

"No one can see," he murmured, his fingers doing naughty things, teasing and tormenting her in a way that made her squirm on the soft velvet seat. "Lean back and enjoy, love."

She let her head fall back against the cushions of the booth, and her eyes fluttered closed as Peter's fingers dipped into the soft, slick heat of her core.

As he teased and tormented her, she bit back a moan, her hips arching up to meet his touch, and as he brought her to the brink of ecstasy and then pulled back, leaving her gasping and trembling with need, she nearly lost her mind.

It was a delicious torture, a sweet, agonizing pleasure that left her breathless and dizzy with desire. In the dark, intimate cocoon of their booth, with Peter's touch setting her skin on fire and his lips whispering wicked, delicious promises in her ear, Marina found that she didn't care if anyone heard her moan or saw her expression of ecstasy.

She was lost as he held her on the edge for so long that she was ready to scream, and when he finally whispered in her ear the command to come, she bit so hard on her lip that she drew blood.

Long moments passed until her heartbeat stabilized, and she opened her eyes. "That was positively wicked." Marina reached with her hand and cupped him over his pants. "What about you?"

"Don't worry about me, love." He removed her hand and leaned to kiss her. "I have everything planned."

She snorted. "Do I even want to know?"

38

PETER

The drive back to the village was quiet, the silence broken only by the soft purr of the engine. The night had been magical, with the finest food and wine, dancing and laughter, as well as a naughty game that had Marina climaxing all over his hand.

Peter smiled, remembering how long it had taken her to catch her breath and calm her heartbeat. His Marina was a closet exhibitionist, and he intended to coax more of that from her in Brundar's club.

Not yet, though.

He would let a few days pass before he suggested it so she wouldn't feel overwhelmed. It was his responsibility to make sure that she expanded her boundaries at a comfortable pace and didn't force herself to do more than she was ready for just to please him.

He glanced over at her, taking in the way her eyes drooped with satisfied fatigue and her head lolled against the headrest as if it were too heavy to hold up on its own.

"Don't fight it, love." He reached over to clasp her hand. "Sleep. I'll carry you home."

Marina smiled, her fingers tightening around his. "I have an account to settle with you. I still owe you an orgasm."

Heat rushed through Peter at her words. He would've loved to collect on that debt tonight, but he could wait until tomorrow.

"I'll take an IOU, love. Tonight, it's going to be straight to bed for you."

She sighed. "Your resilience and boundless energy are what I envy the most about your immortality." She turned to him and smiled. "Well, that and not getting sick, and staying young forever."

Peter's gut clenched at the reminder that his time with Marina was limited.

---