Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
The guide goes a few shades paler but clears his throat and smiles. “That was once Sir Ashcroft’s study,” he says, pointing to the open door, the humans now crowding around it, desperate for a look inside. “We have it sectioned off because there's a lot of paranormal activity reported there.”
“Clearly,” Talia says, doing everything but roll her eyes.
“You have to stop,” I say, trying to sound stern but unable to hide the amusement in my tone.
The tour continues, and Talia does no such thing, using her powers to sway an ancient chandelier or flicker a lamp anytime we enter a new room. The poor group of humans is abuzz with excitement and anxiety as the tour guide brings us back to the main entryway, explaining that we're allowed thirty minutes of solo exploring time, adding further rules about what is off limits.
The group of humans break off to explore the grand estate, and the second all eyes are preoccupied, Talia grabs my hand and leads me down a long hallway, climbing over the velvet rope and grinning at me mischievously as she heads toward what I know used to be her room.
Not that I'd ever been allowed in it back then, but I may have slipped her notes through her window a time or two.
“Now this is the site of my first fantasy of you,” Talia says as she tugs me into her room, closing the door and locking it behind her.
The room is befitting of any noble vampire daughter, complete with a marble desk, lush golden carpets, an elaborate four-poster bed that had been custom made, the bedding of the time period still situated perfectly atop it.
Lush velvet curtains hug the grand windows across the room that overlook the gardens, and I can’t help but smile at the spot where I used to meet her and pass her my letters before dawn would separate us.
Life had seemed so much simpler then, a clear path with a happy future laid out before us.
And now?
Now I lived a great unknown of my own making. But she was here and she was smiling at me, and that's all I can ask for.
“Right there,” she continues, pointing at the bed. “Oh, how I dreamed of the day we'd be married and allowed to fully submit to our cravings and needs,” she continues, her eyes whimsical as she looks at that bed. “Want to make that come true?” she teases, the look she gives me pure mischief.
Just the insinuation of it has my cock hardening beneath the leathers I wear, and I look from her to the bed and back again, calculating.
“I fear if I took you there right now, we'd break that piece of history,” I say.
She sticks out her bottom lip in a fake pout, walking backward and away from me, eyes hooded with lust as her spine hits the wall. She taps it a few times with her palm. “This is a very sturdy wall,” she says, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
In a heartbeat, I'm there, my hand tunneling into her hair to tip her head back as I slant my mouth over her ears. Her lips part, letting me in as I slide my tongue against hers, taking her mouth in sipping kisses as she fists my shirt to draw me closer.
“Tell me more about this fantasy,” I say between kisses, moving my lips from her mouth to the line of her jaw to her neck, relishing the way she goes pliant beneath my touch.
“You'd sneak through my window,” she says, slightly breathless. “Not caring we were yet to be married.”
I look up at her from where I've bent down to kiss her chest, her breasts just peeking out of the long sleeve thermal she wears. “What an improper little thing you were,” I tease, sinking lower, dropping to my knees. I hook my fingers into the band of her pants and drag them gently down her legs, removing her boots at the same time, leaving her in just the dark purple lace covering her.
“You make sure that door is locked,” I demand, eying the door not far from us. Sure, this place is off limits, but if we snuck down here, who's to say that a few daring and brave humans wouldn't do the same?
With a flick of her fingers, the ancient lock groans as she ensures it’s sealed, her eyes flaring wide as she looks down at me where my mouth hovers just above the lace covering her.
“Tell me more,” I say, massaging her thighs, shifting them wider so I can trail my fingers in a featherlight touch over the lace, lava shooting through my veins as she arches into the too-light touch.
“You’d kiss me,” she says, her voice shaken. “You'd kiss me without fear of being seen. And the kiss wasn’t chaste.”