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Sava
Sava
Lightning slashed and sizzled, whips of heat that seemed to lash them with their fury, seemed to dance through their bodies, feeding the storm in them, around them. Gregori propelled her backward until she came up against the iron lacework of the arbor. His hands turned her, so that her breasts were between the slats and she caught at the metal for support, her fists clenching as he lifted her lips. His palms caressed and stroked, the softness of her driving him mad with need. He pressed against her bottom with his own raging body, the hard length of him swelling even more. He had never needed anything more.
Sava
Her back, so long and flawless, stretched out before him, and he bent his head to lap at the beads of water there. She was small, so delicate, yet strong and as wild as anything nature could conjure up. The insatiable heat of the Carpathian ritual was on them, but his heart was captured for all time, so that as wild as he was, he was equally tender.
He felt her weaken, a momentary dizziness. He knew instantly what was wrong, although she tried to conceal it. He had taken too much blood. Without consent, without comment, he lifted her. Her small cry of bereavement was satisfying to his male ego as he took them across the patio to a lounge chair. Settling himself into the wet cushions, he pulled her onto him, so that she straddled him.
Sava
She was like a wild thing, her body moving frantically over his, taking his iron control and reducing it to ashes. His hands spa
His command was really a plea, and Sava
He whispered ancient words of love through clenched teeth, surging into her, filling her heart as he filled her body. When the explosion came, it was as turbulent as the slashing whips of lightning, as loud as the cracks of thunder, as wild as the winds ripping through the night.
They clung to each other, exhausted, sated, awed at the beauty of their lovemaking, the beauty of the storm. Even as they sat welded together, her head over his pounding heart, his arms tight around her, the winds began to die down, nature easing its frantic force as their hearts slowly returned to a normal rhythm.
Gregori kissed her temples, the line of her cheekbone, brushed his mouth along the corner of hers, nibbled his way down to her chin. “You are my world, Sava
She held him, shocked at the intensity, the force of their need for each other. “If this thing between us grows stronger over the years, neither of us will live very long.”
Gregori laughed softly. “You could be right, chérie.You are a dangerous woman.”
He flowed from the lounge chair, still holding her locked to him, and glided across the courtyard into the house. The shower was hot on their bodies after the cool rain, but they stayed there for some time, too spent to move. Sava
Gregori dried her slender body with a towel before waving a hand to clothe himself. Sava
Sava
“I can make you love it without marking you,” he corrected.
She idly picked up a packet of papers and sifted through them, then dropped them onto the counter. “If you ever hurt me, Gregori, I promise you, I’ll tell you immediately.”
He sensed the return of her restlessness. “What is it?”
“Let’s do something, Gregori. Something that has nothing to do with the hunt. Something different. Something touristy.”
“The streets are flooded tonight,” he pointed out.
She shrugged. “I know. I was just looking at some pamphlets earlier, on all the tourist attractions here,” Sava
Gregori looked up alertly at the carefully calculated disinterest in her voice. “Did any of them seem appealing to you?”
She shrugged again very casually. “Most of the more interesting ones are the day trips. Like the bayous. There’s one you can go on with someone who grew up in the bayou.” She shrugged again. “I like learning local history. I wouldn’t mind a tour of the bayou with someone who grew up there.”
“You have the brochure handy?” he asked.
“It isn’t important,” Sava
Gregori took it out of her hand. “If you want a proper tour of the bayou, Sava
“I like to do the tourist thing,” Sava
“I bet you are very good at it,” he answered her, slowly ru
“I know. They turn up everywhere we go,” she agreed.
He tugged at a tangle in her glossy hair. “When you first proposed to come to New Orleans, we had hoped the society members would follow us and leave Aidan and his people in peace. Is that not what you wanted?”