shook her head almost imperceptibly.
“No, they’re not.”
He frowned for a moment and then a spark of understanding flickered in his violet eyes.
She brought her hand up and caressed his cheek, pushing rogue strands of his long black hair behind his ear. She had missed him so much.
“They’re all mine,” she whispered and dropped her hands to her lap and stared at them.
“What?” His voice was loud in the silent room and it startled her to hear the force in it.
“All mine... that night when Tynan showed you to me, I wanted you, and in the heat of the moment I took what I wanted and then I was scared. Almina offered to take over, to convince you that she was your sire and to train you so I could keep my distance. Only I couldn’t. When you kissed me that day, I should’ve told you who I was. Tynan was right. All this could’ve been avoided.”
She struggled to keep her eyes on her lap. They wanted to meet his, to judge his feelings, but she couldn’t face the idea that he might be angry with her. He might hate her.
The silence ate away at her, stealing a little more of her hope with each passing second.
“You spoke with Tynan? He knows?” His voice held no anger but she still couldn’t find the courage to look at him.
She nodded. “He didn’t speak so much as shout. And yes, he knows.”
“So why the confession?” There it was, that tiny edge of anger she had been waiting for, only it seemed restrained, controlled. Wasn’t he mad at her for never telling him? Didn’t he hate her?
Her heart said it was too much to hope for.
“Because Tynan was right. You deserve to know. I’ll be gone in a few days. Please don’t follow me when I face the vampire hunter. I can’t bear the thought of you getting hurt. If you love me, stay here.” She rose from the bed and stared at the floor.
“You know I can’t do that. It’s my love for you that drives me to protect you,” he said with so much conviction that her chest ached.
Leaning over, she pressed a light, shaky kiss to his lips and breathed in when he responded. She broke away and sighed.
“Thanks for the arm.”
Jascha watched her walk to the door, anger rising inside of him. How could she turn so cold again? He had thought they were on the brink of reconciliation and now she was leaving. He frowned. She was running away.
He threw the covers aside and got out of bed. He was damned if he was going to let her run again. He yanked the door open and followed her out into the hall, not caring that he was naked and that the guards walking past were staring.
Marise was barely a few steps outside his door. Grabbing her arm, he pulled her back into the room, slammed the door and shoved her up against it.
She squeaked.
He silenced her with a kiss.
His lips claimed hers with passionate strength and demand. He parted them with his tongue and delved into her sweet mouth, his heart rejoicing when she began to respond. Her tongue brushed against his and then her hands were on his shoulders, pulling him to her.
He closed his eyes when her fingertips grazed his skin, light tentative strokes that called to him, luring his body into responding. It had been so long since he had kissed a woman, since he had kissed her. Fifty years was a long time to be without the woman you loved, to be without love, and without another’s touch.
Jascha grazed his fingers down her arms to her hands. He held them a moment before moving his hands to her waist and pulling at her shirt to free it from her trousers. She broke the kiss, leaning her head back into the door behind them, and he watched her face as he finally freed her shirt and raised it. She bit her lip at the first brush of his fingers against her soft skin. His stomach tightened with anticipation, his desire escalating as his body responded in the only way it knew how.
She moaned when he pressed his thumbs into her sides below her ribs and ground his hard cock against her crotch.
Her head tilted back,
“No, they’re not.”
He frowned for a moment and then a spark of understanding flickered in his violet eyes.
She brought her hand up and caressed his cheek, pushing rogue strands of his long black hair behind his ear. She had missed him so much.
“They’re all mine,” she whispered and dropped her hands to her lap and stared at them.
“What?” His voice was loud in the silent room and it startled her to hear the force in it.
“All mine... that night when Tynan showed you to me, I wanted you, and in the heat of the moment I took what I wanted and then I was scared. Almina offered to take over, to convince you that she was your sire and to train you so I could keep my distance. Only I couldn’t. When you kissed me that day, I should’ve told you who I was. Tynan was right. All this could’ve been avoided.”
She struggled to keep her eyes on her lap. They wanted to meet his, to judge his feelings, but she couldn’t face the idea that he might be angry with her. He might hate her.
The silence ate away at her, stealing a little more of her hope with each passing second.
“You spoke with Tynan? He knows?” His voice held no anger but she still couldn’t find the courage to look at him.
She nodded. “He didn’t speak so much as shout. And yes, he knows.”
“So why the confession?” There it was, that tiny edge of anger she had been waiting for, only it seemed restrained, controlled. Wasn’t he mad at her for never telling him? Didn’t he hate her?
Her heart said it was too much to hope for.
“Because Tynan was right. You deserve to know. I’ll be gone in a few days. Please don’t follow me when I face the vampire hunter. I can’t bear the thought of you getting hurt. If you love me, stay here.” She rose from the bed and stared at the floor.
“You know I can’t do that. It’s my love for you that drives me to protect you,” he said with so much conviction that her chest ached.
Leaning over, she pressed a light, shaky kiss to his lips and breathed in when he responded. She broke away and sighed.
“Thanks for the arm.”
Jascha watched her walk to the door, anger rising inside of him. How could she turn so cold again? He had thought they were on the brink of reconciliation and now she was leaving. He frowned. She was running away.
He threw the covers aside and got out of bed. He was damned if he was going to let her run again. He yanked the door open and followed her out into the hall, not caring that he was naked and that the guards walking past were staring.
Marise was barely a few steps outside his door. Grabbing her arm, he pulled her back into the room, slammed the door and shoved her up against it.
She squeaked.
He silenced her with a kiss.
His lips claimed hers with passionate strength and demand. He parted them with his tongue and delved into her sweet mouth, his heart rejoicing when she began to respond. Her tongue brushed against his and then her hands were on his shoulders, pulling him to her.
He closed his eyes when her fingertips grazed his skin, light tentative strokes that called to him, luring his body into responding. It had been so long since he had kissed a woman, since he had kissed her. Fifty years was a long time to be without the woman you loved, to be without love, and without another’s touch.
Jascha grazed his fingers down her arms to her hands. He held them a moment before moving his hands to her waist and pulling at her shirt to free it from her trousers. She broke the kiss, leaning her head back into the door behind them, and he watched her face as he finally freed her shirt and raised it. She bit her lip at the first brush of his fingers against her soft skin. His stomach tightened with anticipation, his desire escalating as his body responded in the only way it knew how.
She moaned when he pressed his thumbs into her sides below her ribs and ground his hard cock against her crotch.
Her head tilted back,
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