I twirl in a circle and his eyes light up as he sees my chosen outfit. “You want to wear that to go walking with me?”
“Of course. This is what I wore last time.”
“I remember. You never fail to amaze me,” he says, and I turn in a pretty circle for him, the full skirt of the eighteenth-century gown swirling around me.
“Oh, one more thing,” I say. I click my fingers and he snickers.
“You won’t be needing that,” he says.
“It’s decorative,” I say as I grab his hand and Astral us outside where I then open the beautiful, white lace parasol. It is almost fully dark, but the grounds have lights that flick on as we walk. He takes my arm in his and we walk in a companionable silence.
“Do you think you really saw him, or a manifestation of him, or do you think it was just the dreams playing on your mind?” he asks, breaking the silence.
“I can’t say for sure. There is definitely something funky going on though. Like this morning. I swear Cole had just left a little after 5 when you showed up. I lost nearly an hour and I don’t know how.”
“Do you think it is something to do with the time travel?”
“No. I had the bad feeling before then. I knew something was coming.”
We fall back into silence; the only sound is the swish of my skirt. “Devon said that our future selves said that there was no way they wanted to live through this again. Whatever it is, it is bad,” he says carefully.
“I know.”
We have reached the small hilltop that lies in the middle of the grounds. “Oh, Constantine. This view is so different. It’s breathtaking.”
“Yes, it is,” he says, his eyes fixed solely on me. I lower my eyes, being deliberately coy and twirling my parasol coquettishly.
“I remember being out here and it being completely dark. Now it’s just beautiful.” I point to the lights shown below.
“I remember bringing you out here in the dark to get you alone. You were always the belle of the ball and so difficult to get to.”
“Same to you,” I say with a sidelong glance at him. “I find it so strange that this place is so empty now. It doesn’t feel right.”
He shrugs. “Times change. I have changed. I no longer need the company and the adoration. Except yours.”
“Well, you will never lose that.”
“Good. Now get out of that dress so I can take you right here.”
“Done,” I say as I twirl, and the gown disappears. “Pity I didn’t have that Power back then. Christ, it used to take an eternity to get these things off.”
He chuckles. “Oh, you don’t need to tell me that. Most times I just wanted to rip the damn things off you and to hell with it.”
“I remember a time or two when that happened. Perfectly good gowns ripped to shreds by your impatience.”
“My impatience? I am sure that some of the responsibility can be placed with you as well.”
“I won’t deny that. I never could keep my hands off you,” I say as I Vamp out and rip his own clothes to shreds to get rid of them. “Now that is more like it,” I say with a wicked grin before I push him to the ground and mount him, much to his delight.
He roughly pulls my hips down and I boldly rake my claws down his chest and stomach, wanting to feel his flesh ripping underneath my nails. “Feisty tonight, aren’t you?” he asks as he grabs my hands to stop me from doing it again. I know he has issue with being clawed but sometimes I just need to do it. He flips us over, pinning me to the damp grass underneath him, his blood dripping onto me from the wounds I inflicted, that are healing far too slowly for him.
We both look down. “Interesting,” he says. And I wonder, briefly, if I am now developing his ability to inflict more serious wounds.
“Now you know what it’s like,” I say smartly, before he kisses me on my clever mouth. He pushes my hands up above my head with his and then rakes his claws gently all the way down my palms, down the inside of my arms and keeps going all the way down my sides as I writhe in a mix of pleasure and pain. He hasn’t drawn blood, but the red welts are stinging, and I draw in a sharp breath. I push him back over and underneath me and as I ride him, I notice someone watching us from the terrace in the distance.
I can’t make out who as it is, just a dark figure but it must either be Cade or Nico. I have no problems with people watching. I know I give a good show, so it doesn’t surprise me that people want to watch me. I moan as I start to feel an excited rush at being watched. CK brings his hands up to cup my breasts, pushing my nipples into twin peaks that are aching to be bitten.
“Just this once, do it without making a fuss,” I say to him, pulling him up and he obliges me without hesitation, clamping his fangs down on me as I lean back and come instantly as he bites me and starts suckling. “Oh, yes,” I murmur and push my hands into his hair to keep him close. I cast a quick glance towards the terrace. We are still being watched and it is turning me on in all sorts of ways. I move my legs around him now, getting even closer to him, pushing him deeper inside me. “I love you,” I whisper to him and he lifts his head up from his suckling and takes my mouth with his, fangs still down, slicing into my lips and tongue. The taste of blood causes my own fangs to drop and I pull his head to the side to feed on him. Long and hard, needing him this way. I come again as he does and I groan as I taste the rush, still drinking from him. I reluctantly pull back as he pushes on me to release him.