something in the touch of a man that you’ve never found before.”
She stiffened slightly. Always fighting the inevitable, his Kat. Adrian chuckled beneath his breath.
“You flatter yourself, Mr. Chesswell. And I would appreciate you removing your inappropriately placed hand.” Her words were sharp in spite of her exhaustion. She might be able to control her voice, but her body was answering to another command.
Adrian could scent the spice of her pussy, already blooming a little as he held that solid breast comfortably in his palm. He sighed as they reached her door and took the opportunity to caress the hardened nipple lifting the lace of her gown beneath the blanket. She shuddered at his touch and nearly cried out as he squeezed it tight between his finger and his thumb, rolling it around and watching her eyes drift closed as her arousal grew.
He sensed her tiredness, her confusion, even amongst the growing fire of her desire. Regretfully, he let her go, sliding her sensually down his body until she stood on her own feet, still leaning against him.
“You need rest, Kat. Plenty of rest. There is much that lies between us. A link of sorts I am anxious to explore.”
She stared at him in consternation. “Will I dream again?” Her hand involuntarily lifted to her neck.
“Did it hurt?” Adrian couldn’t stop the question, anxiety tightening in bands of ice across his chest.
“Oh no…” She licked her lips. “It was…unbelievable. Incredible. A feeling of such intensity…” She blushed as she sought for words. “’Twas as if the sun rose inside me.”
Adrian swallowed down a bolt of emotion and rested his forehead against hers for a long moment. “Goodnight, Kat.” He reached past her and opened the door, pushing her unresisting body through into the warmth of her room.
With every ounce of strength he possessed, Adrian stepped backwards and closed the door.
Not yet. Not tonight.
But soon…
Chapter Ten
“What the hell is happening, Father?”
Adrian’s outburst poured from his mouth as he whirled back into the room where his father worked behind a mound of papers.
“Shhh.” Sidney shook his head. “Give me a minute.”
“I can’t. What the devil did I do? Did I feed on her in my dreams? Did I go to her room and actually drink her blood while I was raping her? Dear God, Father…” Distracted, Adrian ran his hands through his hair, an expression of horror on his face. “I really am the monster she called me.”
Sidney’s head jerked upwards. “Stop it this minute, Adrian. If you’ll just be quiet and leave off the self-pity, I might have an answer for you.” His words were sharp in an attempt to rouse his son from a burgeoning depression.
Adrian slumped into a chair and gazed morosely into the crackling fire. But he did shut up.
Close to an hour later, Sidney slammed a book closed and stretched. “Well, I think I have it.” He stared at his son, still slouched in the shadows by the fireplace. “But you’re probably not going to like it.”
Adrian straightened. “Let me have it, Father. It cannot be worse than my imaginings this past while.”
“You’re in love with the woman.”
“ What? ” Adrian’s jaw dropped to his chest and his eyes nearly popped from his head. “In love with her? I can’t be. I’ve met her exactly twice for no more than minutes at a time--if you don’t count the dream--so that’s utter balderdash. Nonsense.” He swallowed. “With all due respect, of course, Father.”
Sidney nodded. “All valid points, and ones which would quite correctly apply to a normal human male.” He narrowed his gaze at his son. “ However. ”
Adrian winced. “I’m not a normal human male.”
“Correct.” Sidney leaned back and crossed his hands comfortably over his chest. “What is love, Adrian?”
“Huh?”
“Love. What exactly is it? What does it mean to you?”
“Umm…”
Sidney grinned as his son struggled with
She stiffened slightly. Always fighting the inevitable, his Kat. Adrian chuckled beneath his breath.
“You flatter yourself, Mr. Chesswell. And I would appreciate you removing your inappropriately placed hand.” Her words were sharp in spite of her exhaustion. She might be able to control her voice, but her body was answering to another command.
Adrian could scent the spice of her pussy, already blooming a little as he held that solid breast comfortably in his palm. He sighed as they reached her door and took the opportunity to caress the hardened nipple lifting the lace of her gown beneath the blanket. She shuddered at his touch and nearly cried out as he squeezed it tight between his finger and his thumb, rolling it around and watching her eyes drift closed as her arousal grew.
He sensed her tiredness, her confusion, even amongst the growing fire of her desire. Regretfully, he let her go, sliding her sensually down his body until she stood on her own feet, still leaning against him.
“You need rest, Kat. Plenty of rest. There is much that lies between us. A link of sorts I am anxious to explore.”
She stared at him in consternation. “Will I dream again?” Her hand involuntarily lifted to her neck.
“Did it hurt?” Adrian couldn’t stop the question, anxiety tightening in bands of ice across his chest.
“Oh no…” She licked her lips. “It was…unbelievable. Incredible. A feeling of such intensity…” She blushed as she sought for words. “’Twas as if the sun rose inside me.”
Adrian swallowed down a bolt of emotion and rested his forehead against hers for a long moment. “Goodnight, Kat.” He reached past her and opened the door, pushing her unresisting body through into the warmth of her room.
With every ounce of strength he possessed, Adrian stepped backwards and closed the door.
Not yet. Not tonight.
But soon…
Chapter Ten
“What the hell is happening, Father?”
Adrian’s outburst poured from his mouth as he whirled back into the room where his father worked behind a mound of papers.
“Shhh.” Sidney shook his head. “Give me a minute.”
“I can’t. What the devil did I do? Did I feed on her in my dreams? Did I go to her room and actually drink her blood while I was raping her? Dear God, Father…” Distracted, Adrian ran his hands through his hair, an expression of horror on his face. “I really am the monster she called me.”
Sidney’s head jerked upwards. “Stop it this minute, Adrian. If you’ll just be quiet and leave off the self-pity, I might have an answer for you.” His words were sharp in an attempt to rouse his son from a burgeoning depression.
Adrian slumped into a chair and gazed morosely into the crackling fire. But he did shut up.
Close to an hour later, Sidney slammed a book closed and stretched. “Well, I think I have it.” He stared at his son, still slouched in the shadows by the fireplace. “But you’re probably not going to like it.”
Adrian straightened. “Let me have it, Father. It cannot be worse than my imaginings this past while.”
“You’re in love with the woman.”
“ What? ” Adrian’s jaw dropped to his chest and his eyes nearly popped from his head. “In love with her? I can’t be. I’ve met her exactly twice for no more than minutes at a time--if you don’t count the dream--so that’s utter balderdash. Nonsense.” He swallowed. “With all due respect, of course, Father.”
Sidney nodded. “All valid points, and ones which would quite correctly apply to a normal human male.” He narrowed his gaze at his son. “ However. ”
Adrian winced. “I’m not a normal human male.”
“Correct.” Sidney leaned back and crossed his hands comfortably over his chest. “What is love, Adrian?”
“Huh?”
“Love. What exactly is it? What does it mean to you?”
“Umm…”
Sidney grinned as his son struggled with
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