and cradled her against his chest - their bodies still deliciously joined. “Holy Hell, indeed,” he chuckled, kissing her eyelids, her nose, and the side of her mouth – basking in the taste of her skin.
“I…I um…” she stuttered, at a complete loss for words. To say her climax had been explosive would have been a severe understatement. “All I can say is - damn, but you do curl my toes,” she finally said, burying her face in his chest and hoping that he wouldn’t see the blush that she knew without a doubt was coloring her cheeks.
She had been more brazen than she had ever been in her entire life. But the payoff had been more than worth it, she thought with a smile. Talk about mind-blowing sex. Cripes! Who would have thought that it could be so earth-shattering?
“Is that a good thing?” he queried, and she looked up at him through her lashes. His brow was raised quizzically and she grinned at him before nodding against his chest.
“Oh, it’s a very good thing,” she admitted, placing soft little kisses on his skin.
Desmond was silent for a long moment - then finally his deep, rich laughter filled the room. “Well, then - please allow me to curl them again for you,” he murmured, that grin once again coming to his lips, right before his mouth claimed hers and he pulled her on top of him.
“Curl away, vampire,” she whispered against his mouth. And he did.
“Do you really wish to know how I was turned?” Desmond asked softly as they lay there in the darkness, his arms wrapped around her as he held her securely against his chest. God how he loved the feel of her in his embrace.
Abby lifted her head so that she could see his face – and was instantly struck again by how breath-taking he was, as the moonlight danced across his perfect, chiseled features. Her heart skipped a beat and she graced him with a smile. “If you’d like to tell me,” she replied, wanting nothing more than to know every little detail about him – but afraid of pushing him. She sensed such a sadness in him when he spoke of his past that she didn’t want him to have to dredge up painful memories at her expense.
Desmond kissed the tip of her nose, his lips curving up. “I do,” he stated simply and realized with a sudden, strange tightening in his chest that he wanted to share so much more with her. He pushed back the thought and tightened his hold on her- then sighed raggedly as she burrowed her face against his neck and his body instantly reacted to her touch.
He swallowed the desire washing over him and gently stroked her back with his fingers. “But first I wish to know how you got that scar under your chin.” He had noticed it when his lips were traveling down her neck, but at the time he had been much too pre-occupied to inquire about it he thought with a grin.
He felt her body stiffen slightly as she lifted her head to look at him. “An ex,” she stated simply.
“An ex-boyfriend?” he asked, anger bubbling up inside him at the thought of someone – anyone laying a hand on her.
Abby nodded, her eyes sliding closed. “About a year ago I was dating this guy who thought the best way to get his point across was with his fists – or at this particular time - one of the only good vases that I had.”
Desmond growled deep in his chest, his entire body tensing. “I will kill him,” he said softly and Abby’s eyes widened. She had no doubt that he meant what he said, but it was the past. Eric couldn’t hurt her anymore.
“Desmond, it’s over. He’s long gone - and believe me, he left a little worse for wear.” Her mouth turned up in a shy smile.
“What does that mean?”
“Well,” she stammered, her cheeks growing warm. “After he hit me with the vase, I…” she hesitated, not wanting him to think any less of her. She had been so angry that day. So tired of being bullied and abused – both mentally and physically that she had finally come to the end of her rope.
“Please, tell me that
“I…I um…” she stuttered, at a complete loss for words. To say her climax had been explosive would have been a severe understatement. “All I can say is - damn, but you do curl my toes,” she finally said, burying her face in his chest and hoping that he wouldn’t see the blush that she knew without a doubt was coloring her cheeks.
She had been more brazen than she had ever been in her entire life. But the payoff had been more than worth it, she thought with a smile. Talk about mind-blowing sex. Cripes! Who would have thought that it could be so earth-shattering?
“Is that a good thing?” he queried, and she looked up at him through her lashes. His brow was raised quizzically and she grinned at him before nodding against his chest.
“Oh, it’s a very good thing,” she admitted, placing soft little kisses on his skin.
Desmond was silent for a long moment - then finally his deep, rich laughter filled the room. “Well, then - please allow me to curl them again for you,” he murmured, that grin once again coming to his lips, right before his mouth claimed hers and he pulled her on top of him.
“Curl away, vampire,” she whispered against his mouth. And he did.
“Do you really wish to know how I was turned?” Desmond asked softly as they lay there in the darkness, his arms wrapped around her as he held her securely against his chest. God how he loved the feel of her in his embrace.
Abby lifted her head so that she could see his face – and was instantly struck again by how breath-taking he was, as the moonlight danced across his perfect, chiseled features. Her heart skipped a beat and she graced him with a smile. “If you’d like to tell me,” she replied, wanting nothing more than to know every little detail about him – but afraid of pushing him. She sensed such a sadness in him when he spoke of his past that she didn’t want him to have to dredge up painful memories at her expense.
Desmond kissed the tip of her nose, his lips curving up. “I do,” he stated simply and realized with a sudden, strange tightening in his chest that he wanted to share so much more with her. He pushed back the thought and tightened his hold on her- then sighed raggedly as she burrowed her face against his neck and his body instantly reacted to her touch.
He swallowed the desire washing over him and gently stroked her back with his fingers. “But first I wish to know how you got that scar under your chin.” He had noticed it when his lips were traveling down her neck, but at the time he had been much too pre-occupied to inquire about it he thought with a grin.
He felt her body stiffen slightly as she lifted her head to look at him. “An ex,” she stated simply.
“An ex-boyfriend?” he asked, anger bubbling up inside him at the thought of someone – anyone laying a hand on her.
Abby nodded, her eyes sliding closed. “About a year ago I was dating this guy who thought the best way to get his point across was with his fists – or at this particular time - one of the only good vases that I had.”
Desmond growled deep in his chest, his entire body tensing. “I will kill him,” he said softly and Abby’s eyes widened. She had no doubt that he meant what he said, but it was the past. Eric couldn’t hurt her anymore.
“Desmond, it’s over. He’s long gone - and believe me, he left a little worse for wear.” Her mouth turned up in a shy smile.
“What does that mean?”
“Well,” she stammered, her cheeks growing warm. “After he hit me with the vase, I…” she hesitated, not wanting him to think any less of her. She had been so angry that day. So tired of being bullied and abused – both mentally and physically that she had finally come to the end of her rope.
“Please, tell me that
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