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bring myself to do anything but love you more. I can’t control it. No matter how hard I try.”
Kalina stepped forward decisively and took his face in her hands, kissing him roughly. “Then don’t control it,” she said. “I wanted to choose you. I chose you. You didn’t choose me. We’ve suffered so much, Octavius. Isn’t it time?”
He rubbed her back, enveloping her in his arms. He breathed deep into her soft, perfumed hair. “I have lived thousands of years without giving in,” he said. “Now I want this day with you, Kalina. To comfort you. To comfort myself. Let us give ourselves one day – one day to pretend that we could be happy together. One day to give in…” He bit his lip, biting back his desires. “I can’t stand wanting you so much.”
She nodded.
“This time,” he said. “I will listen to my heart.”
“Where are we going?” Kalina jumped on his back once more as they set flight.
“I know a place near here – far more convenient than a cave or a glade – where we can be alone.” His body was trembling; he knew as well as she did what they had in mind. They flew onwards, north of the mountains, past the snowfall, until they were flying over a lush dark green forest. They flew down alongside a river, coming to rest before a once-beautiful castle, a slightly decrepit yet still-elegant fairy-tale creation that still maintained shades of its former grandeur.
“Where is this?” Kalina stepped towards the gate.
“We’re in the Rhineland,” said Octavius. “This castle used to belong to a friend of mine, the Baron von Blacken. He is dead now. Staked by an Armenian general in the eighteenth century. But he left the Consortium this castle in his will.”
“It’s beautiful,” said Kalina.
“It is a place to rest,” said Octavius.
They entered, their footsteps echoing throughout the empty corridors and wide chambers. There must be servants about, Kalina thought – after all, a place like this required considerable upkeep, and a fire burning in the Great Hall was a testament to some sort of occupation – but they kept their distance. Out of discretion, Kalina thought. Then, with more jealousy – did he bring all his women here?
“Come, my love.” Octavius took her hand and led her upstairs. “The bedroom is this way.”
Chapter 9
O ctavius led Kalina up the grand marble stairs. Halfway up the stairs, he picked her up – as lightly, Kalina thought, as if she were but a feather. “We’re going to do this properly,” he growled, kissing her on the forehead. She loved feeling his arms around her; she nuzzled into him as he carried her up to the bedroom.
The room was the most exquisite place she’d ever seen. Silk sheets lined a canopied bed with intricately carved mahogany posts. Medieval tapestries lined the walls, and light poured into the room via a stained glass window with a Gothic point in the corner. Renaissance wardrobes, ornately designed and carved, lined one of the walls; Persian and Turkish carpets covered the floor. A roaring fire heated the room.
“For a princess,” Octavius whispered. “For my princess.” He laid her down gently on the bed. Kalina could feel the blue silk – so exquisitely soft – caressing her skin. She closed her eyes and let his mouth find its object. He kissed her gently at first, his lips lightly touching her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks, her nose. When his mouth found hers the kiss grew rougher, more passionate. His mouth grew hungry; her hunger responded to his. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him to her. She moaned softly as he nipped at her lower lips; she sighed as he swiftly removed her dressing gown.
“You must have been so cold,” he whispered. “Wearing nothing but this all night.” But now she was wearing nothing but lingerie, letting his mouth trace the contours of her bra and panties. She shivered with
Kalina stepped forward decisively and took his face in her hands, kissing him roughly. “Then don’t control it,” she said. “I wanted to choose you. I chose you. You didn’t choose me. We’ve suffered so much, Octavius. Isn’t it time?”
He rubbed her back, enveloping her in his arms. He breathed deep into her soft, perfumed hair. “I have lived thousands of years without giving in,” he said. “Now I want this day with you, Kalina. To comfort you. To comfort myself. Let us give ourselves one day – one day to pretend that we could be happy together. One day to give in…” He bit his lip, biting back his desires. “I can’t stand wanting you so much.”
She nodded.
“This time,” he said. “I will listen to my heart.”
“Where are we going?” Kalina jumped on his back once more as they set flight.
“I know a place near here – far more convenient than a cave or a glade – where we can be alone.” His body was trembling; he knew as well as she did what they had in mind. They flew onwards, north of the mountains, past the snowfall, until they were flying over a lush dark green forest. They flew down alongside a river, coming to rest before a once-beautiful castle, a slightly decrepit yet still-elegant fairy-tale creation that still maintained shades of its former grandeur.
“Where is this?” Kalina stepped towards the gate.
“We’re in the Rhineland,” said Octavius. “This castle used to belong to a friend of mine, the Baron von Blacken. He is dead now. Staked by an Armenian general in the eighteenth century. But he left the Consortium this castle in his will.”
“It’s beautiful,” said Kalina.
“It is a place to rest,” said Octavius.
They entered, their footsteps echoing throughout the empty corridors and wide chambers. There must be servants about, Kalina thought – after all, a place like this required considerable upkeep, and a fire burning in the Great Hall was a testament to some sort of occupation – but they kept their distance. Out of discretion, Kalina thought. Then, with more jealousy – did he bring all his women here?
“Come, my love.” Octavius took her hand and led her upstairs. “The bedroom is this way.”
Chapter 9
O ctavius led Kalina up the grand marble stairs. Halfway up the stairs, he picked her up – as lightly, Kalina thought, as if she were but a feather. “We’re going to do this properly,” he growled, kissing her on the forehead. She loved feeling his arms around her; she nuzzled into him as he carried her up to the bedroom.
The room was the most exquisite place she’d ever seen. Silk sheets lined a canopied bed with intricately carved mahogany posts. Medieval tapestries lined the walls, and light poured into the room via a stained glass window with a Gothic point in the corner. Renaissance wardrobes, ornately designed and carved, lined one of the walls; Persian and Turkish carpets covered the floor. A roaring fire heated the room.
“For a princess,” Octavius whispered. “For my princess.” He laid her down gently on the bed. Kalina could feel the blue silk – so exquisitely soft – caressing her skin. She closed her eyes and let his mouth find its object. He kissed her gently at first, his lips lightly touching her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks, her nose. When his mouth found hers the kiss grew rougher, more passionate. His mouth grew hungry; her hunger responded to his. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him to her. She moaned softly as he nipped at her lower lips; she sighed as he swiftly removed her dressing gown.
“You must have been so cold,” he whispered. “Wearing nothing but this all night.” But now she was wearing nothing but lingerie, letting his mouth trace the contours of her bra and panties. She shivered with
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