hers.” Marc was
filled with awe at the very idea. “It must be heaven itself.”
“So if we had sex and it was just sex, then it would prove
we’re not destined to be mates, right?”
Marc looked back to her, regret in his heart. “That’s true.
You either are my only one, or you’re not.” They both thought about that for a
moment. It was a weighty concept.
“Okay,” she finally said.
His eyes jumped to hers. “What exactly are you agreeing to,
Kelly?”
She met his gaze with resignation, a bit of daring and a lot
of uncertainty. It was an odd mix, but he felt something similar down deep in his
heart, so he understood. This was a monumental moment. He could feel it.
“I can see how much this means to you and to be honest, I’m
curious myself. I’m agreeing to have sex with you. Once.” She was emphatic on
that point. “If it proves to be more than just sex, we can take it from there,
but I'm not agreeing to anything more until that question is settled.”
Marc’s blood heated as he stepped closer to her. “You do
realize that when my kind makes love, we take the blood of our partners, don’t
you? We need both physical and psychic sustenance and psi energies are
strongest at the moment of climax. I will want to drink of your essence as I
make you come for me.”
She seemed nearly mesmerized by his words and the hot look
of his eyes. Mutely, she nodded. Memories of her cries of delight in their
shared dream haunted him. He wanted to hear that again, for real this time.
“Then meet me in the burgundy bed chamber at midnight. I’ll
hurry to take care of my other tasks for this evening beforehand so I can spend
the rest of the night devoted to your pleasure. If you don’t appear, I’ll know
that you’ve changed your mind.” He wanted to crow in triumph at the acceptance
written on her features, but made an effort to control his emotions. It
wouldn’t do to gloat. Or jump for joy, either. That would be highly
undignified, even if he did feel giddy inside.
“I’ll be there,” she whispered. “I don’t renege on
promises.”
“Neither do I, ma cherie , and I promise that I will
show you more pleasure this night than you have ever felt before. There are
some advantages to having lived over six hundred years, and I plan to show you
them all, one by one, starting tonight.” He lifted her hand and kissed the back
and then her palm with a lingering touch before letting go and leaving the room.
He had a lot to do before he could make good on his promise, but he reveled in
the fact that before this night was through, she would be his.
Atticus met him in the hall and waited for Marc to follow
him into the nearby library. When the door shut behind them, Atticus turned to
face Marc. He knew it was only right to let his old friend have a say in what
happened in his house, but Marc would not be denied. He would make love to
Kelly this night, regardless of what Atticus had to say.
“My mate won’t like this, but I can see how much you need to
settle the questions in your mind. I think we will have no peace in this house
until you’ve had her. I ask only that you not hurt her.”
“I would never.” Marc was insulted, though surprised by
Atticus’s consent. Kelly had been a point of contention between them. He wasn’t
asking him not to take Kelly, but only not to hurt her.
“I don’t think you would hurt her physically, Marc, but it’s
clear her heart is involved in this…whatever this is between you two.”
Atticus threw his hands up in the air. “Even I can see you could hurt her badly
with just a harsh word. She’s been moping around this house since you backed
off teasing her. Lissa worries for her friend. She believes Kelly might be in
love with you.”
The thought of it sent a thrill through his being, but Marc
also felt the weight of responsibility as he’d never felt it before. He felt
hopeful and joyous, but also reverent, wanting to cherish the idea that Kelly
might feel
filled with awe at the very idea. “It must be heaven itself.”
“So if we had sex and it was just sex, then it would prove
we’re not destined to be mates, right?”
Marc looked back to her, regret in his heart. “That’s true.
You either are my only one, or you’re not.” They both thought about that for a
moment. It was a weighty concept.
“Okay,” she finally said.
His eyes jumped to hers. “What exactly are you agreeing to,
Kelly?”
She met his gaze with resignation, a bit of daring and a lot
of uncertainty. It was an odd mix, but he felt something similar down deep in his
heart, so he understood. This was a monumental moment. He could feel it.
“I can see how much this means to you and to be honest, I’m
curious myself. I’m agreeing to have sex with you. Once.” She was emphatic on
that point. “If it proves to be more than just sex, we can take it from there,
but I'm not agreeing to anything more until that question is settled.”
Marc’s blood heated as he stepped closer to her. “You do
realize that when my kind makes love, we take the blood of our partners, don’t
you? We need both physical and psychic sustenance and psi energies are
strongest at the moment of climax. I will want to drink of your essence as I
make you come for me.”
She seemed nearly mesmerized by his words and the hot look
of his eyes. Mutely, she nodded. Memories of her cries of delight in their
shared dream haunted him. He wanted to hear that again, for real this time.
“Then meet me in the burgundy bed chamber at midnight. I’ll
hurry to take care of my other tasks for this evening beforehand so I can spend
the rest of the night devoted to your pleasure. If you don’t appear, I’ll know
that you’ve changed your mind.” He wanted to crow in triumph at the acceptance
written on her features, but made an effort to control his emotions. It
wouldn’t do to gloat. Or jump for joy, either. That would be highly
undignified, even if he did feel giddy inside.
“I’ll be there,” she whispered. “I don’t renege on
promises.”
“Neither do I, ma cherie , and I promise that I will
show you more pleasure this night than you have ever felt before. There are
some advantages to having lived over six hundred years, and I plan to show you
them all, one by one, starting tonight.” He lifted her hand and kissed the back
and then her palm with a lingering touch before letting go and leaving the room.
He had a lot to do before he could make good on his promise, but he reveled in
the fact that before this night was through, she would be his.
Atticus met him in the hall and waited for Marc to follow
him into the nearby library. When the door shut behind them, Atticus turned to
face Marc. He knew it was only right to let his old friend have a say in what
happened in his house, but Marc would not be denied. He would make love to
Kelly this night, regardless of what Atticus had to say.
“My mate won’t like this, but I can see how much you need to
settle the questions in your mind. I think we will have no peace in this house
until you’ve had her. I ask only that you not hurt her.”
“I would never.” Marc was insulted, though surprised by
Atticus’s consent. Kelly had been a point of contention between them. He wasn’t
asking him not to take Kelly, but only not to hurt her.
“I don’t think you would hurt her physically, Marc, but it’s
clear her heart is involved in this…whatever this is between you two.”
Atticus threw his hands up in the air. “Even I can see you could hurt her badly
with just a harsh word. She’s been moping around this house since you backed
off teasing her. Lissa worries for her friend. She believes Kelly might be in
love with you.”
The thought of it sent a thrill through his being, but Marc
also felt the weight of responsibility as he’d never felt it before. He felt
hopeful and joyous, but also reverent, wanting to cherish the idea that Kelly
might feel
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