Chapter 29

He held onto him for a moment and rested his forehead on Pierre’s shoulder as he adjusted to the pure eroticism of Pierre’s body. From the moment he had seen him that first time in an op**m den, that had been it for Antoine. He’d been hunting in his usual lazy style when he’d seen a young man lying on one of the smoking beds, his hair touseled and golden eyes hazy. As he’d answered his name, Pierre had seemed so beautiful, innocent, and pure among the jaded revelers there and so perfect that Antoine had instinctively skipped him over for his meal.

Instead, he ended up following Pierre and his friends home and couldn’t stop himself from appearing in Pierre’s life after that. Antoine had deep-seated wounds when it came to love, and it had caused him to leave Pierre’s side for long periods at a time, but he had always returned. But he didn’t want to think about sad times in his life or the fact that they weren’t meant to be together; he wanted to enjoy this night with t