Chapter 39

Pierre groaned as Antoine forced an unyielding kiss on his lips. The desire in Antoine’s movements was evident—he was possessive and demanding as he ran his palm down Pierre’s canary yellow, garish suit that Henri had picked out for him. He deftly unbuttoned Pierre’s vest, slid his jacket off his shoulders and onto the floor, and untied his cravat. Pierre would typically never allow such public indecency, but the mood at the apartment was infectious, even in this calm oasis in the study.

“Are you going to drink from me…?” he asked.

Antoine shook his head, making the feathers on his mask tremble like a wild animal. Pierre sometimes forgot that Antoine was a predator and shivered with arousal as he remembered some of the times that Antoine had demonstrated his superior strength when holding him. As Antoine pressed him up against the wall, Pierre could feel that Antoine was aroused.

“So, are we