“I have missed you too. I always miss you when you aren’t right next to me.”
“Then you shall have to remain by my side forever, my sweet Forever.”
“I want that more than anything, Constantine. I love you.”
“Then show me how much,” he said and pulled me down on top of him, in front of the fire.
I slowly undressed him, taking my time to kiss him and feel him under my soft touch. He reached for me and slowly undid the laces of the gown, placing little kisses to my breasts as it fell open.
“He wants to do this to you,” he murmured to me with a twinkle in his eye. “I could call him back, if you would be so inclined?” I stared at him, frozen to the spot. He laughed gently at me, “We could both please you, my sweet. Would you like that?”
What was he saying? What did he want me to do? I shook my head at him, and he took my face in his hands and said, “Do not worry, my love. If you want him, you can have him but only here, with me.”
Again, I shook my head. “No, I only want you, Constantine. I love you. I do not want anyone else.”
He smiled that slow, predatory smile that sent a shiver down my spine before he took my nipple in his mouth. I was mortified that he had asked me if I wanted someone to join us in this act. This was just for us. I would never be with another man, ever again. He was all I wanted, all I needed. He bit down on me, fangs down, and I cried out as the wave of pleasure washed over me and I wanted him inside me. He lifted his head and I kissed him as I slid over him and he groaned quietly as he felt my desire for him. “Bite me, Aefre. I want to feel you feeding from me as you please me.”
I did as he asked, and let my fangs drop against his pale flesh. I keened deep in my throat, as I tasted him. He was perfect. No one else tasted like he does. Sweet and sharp. As I drank from him and he released himself inside me, I pulled back and kissed him.
“I know what I want to call it,” I said.
“You have a name already?”
I nodded. “What is the Norman word for…” I leaned over and whispered the word in his ear.
He looked at me, startled. “Why that?”
“Because it is exactly what you taste like to me.”
He laughed. “Oh, my sweet Aefre. You are the loveliest woman I have ever met. We shall name it then, Castel Gradile,” he said the last two words carefully, so I could repeat it.
“Perfect,” I said, clapping my hands. “What will we say when someone asks about the name?”
“We tell them nothing. This is our secret, my sweet. Something that only you and I will share, always and forever.”
I kissed him again, happy and more in love with him than ever.
We land shortly thereafter, and I’m grateful to get off the jet, as is Jess, who practically races me to the door.
“Sorry,” she mumbles as she slams into me and I give her an annoyed stare.
There are two limos waiting for us on the tarmac and I climb into one followed by Cole, CK, Devon, and Jess. The others pile into the other one.
“Fuck, I’m glad to be going home,” I say with a big sigh.
“Agreed,” Cole and Devon say in unison.
“What about you?” I ask my silent sire, who is drumming his fingers on the seat.
“This isn’t my home,” he says shortly, and I gape at him.
“You still don’t think of L.A. as home?”
He turns towards me then with a long look. “No. It hasn’t exactly been a pleasant experience thus far.”
You got that right; I think back to the past six months of the cold shoulder. “Well, maybe we can change that now you are being more amenable,” I inform him and he, at least, has the h
umor to chuckle at me.