This isn't so much a chapter as it is an interlude. Hence, the name: Interlude. It won't take up a spot on the main story, I have all that figured out. It's really short – clocking in at just over 3 pages – but sometimes quality takes place over quantity.
This was my greatest writing challenge yet, which was one of the reasons the delay was so long. I tried to do a whole chapter without speech – needless to say, it was a lot smaller than usual. For flavor, I didn't use names, either. I don't know why but I think it makes it sound better.
Why am I doing another lemon chapter, so soon after the last? First, I have a dirty mind, so that's right in there. Second, I have a project I'm working on right now, a difficult one. Her name is Summer. She claims that she will never love another person again, in her words, "My heart is now stone" (she's been cheated on thrice in the past) but I'm embarking on a challenge to try and chip away at this stone, to reveal a heart of flesh. So my thoughts are occupied with romantic stuff, hence, lemon writing.
I swear by all that is good and right on this earth that I will try to decrease the size of the delays in the future, so please bear with me. I've been busy as of late, but I know that's not much of an excuse. So just read already.
I DIDN'T TAKE THIS FROM ANYWHERE. THE WRITING STYLE MAY SEEM SIMILAR TO OTHERS YOU HAVE READ, BUT IF THERE ARE ANY OTHERS LIKE THIS, I HAVE NOT READ THEM. THE IDEA CAME FROM MY OWN IMAGINATION. And for those who think I'm just covering up my treachery? If I HAD taken it from somewhere, would I really arouse your suspicion by denying it? This is just a disclaimer.
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Interlude: Without Words
He walked into the bathhouse and carefully set her down on her feet. It was as opulent as the rest of the house. A massive bath dominated the center of the room, already full of warm water, with several smaller baths scattered about. A shower stall stood in the corner.
He grinned as he watched her disrobe. Relieving himself of his own clothing, he got in the bath opposite his mate. She wasted no time at all, wading across the bath to press herself hard into his embrace.
He purred in approval as her hands reached for his ears and began to caress them. She kissed him deeply, forcefully, thrusting her tongue inside of his mouth. She molded her body against his, pressing against him in ways she knew would drive him mad.
She left his mouth to kiss lower on his body, running her tongue lightly over the scar over his heart, where he had been shot so long ago. He sighed and put his head back. It had always been one of his greatest fantasies for her, of her own free will, to do something like this for him. His fantasies had become reality.
She stopped going lower, because the rest of his body was underwater. She giggled slightly as she looked up into his face. His golden eyes captivated her, drawing her deeply under his spell. Not that she minded, or indeed, resisted. They had long since been bewitched by each other.
Suddenly, she dipped her head into the water. He felt her slowly lick his arousal. Stifling a moan, he raised himself up, onto the edge of the bath. This was too much. He wanted to do something for her. He reached his hands down to stop her, but she batted them away playfully and continued to tease him. He leaned back, closing his eyes, surrendering to her will. She wanted to dominate. And he was just fine with that. For now.
He knew without looking when her mouth covered him, sucking on him like a stick of candy. Payback, he supposed, for the earlier episode in the car. But there were more important things to think about. Namely, the incredible pleasure that pulsed in his groin with every pull and drag of her hot mouth.
He loved this. Not just the act, but how intimate the act was. How intimate they could be together. How many months, how many months had they been almost enemies, always snapping at each other, bound only by the common purpose of finding the shards. How many months had he missed out on loving her?
He had reconciled with himself that he loved her a long time ago. But he was afraid. Afraid that she would reject him, spurning him like the dirty half-breed he knew he was, deep down. Afraid that she would laugh like the village children, or worse, become frightened by him. By his demon blood.
The blood...that alter ego of his that lurked just behind his mind, locked away only by a sword that could at any instant be knocked away. Who wouldn't be frightened of something like him? Something that could, at any second, turn into a vicious monster? But she had seen past that. Hell, she had even confronted him a few times when he was like that.
Especially that one time...when he had been completely out of control, and she had brought him back to reality. Brought him back with a kiss.
A single kiss calmed his demon ardor and soothed his rage.
A single kiss from his future mate.
No words were needed.
But there were other things to think about. He was close, and she knew it. He could feel her smiling around him. He took in a sharp breath as he felt her teeth graze him, lightly scraping over his skin.
That did it. He released into her mouth as his body stiffened and he let out a silent cry. He panted hard, fighting for breath over the sudden rush of ecstasy that overcame him. She came back up his body and gave him a kiss. She was so beautiful.
To her surprise, he lifted her from the bath and carried her over to the shower stall, still pressed against him. He turned on the water (he had figured it out a while ago back at her house) and let it cascade over the both of them. He held her close to him, her back pressed against his chest, as he nipped and kissed her neck and throat.
His hand slipped between her legs and began to massage her clit. She squeezed her eyes shut and began to pant. His lips curved upwards in a smile. He did love pleasuring his mate.
His questing fingers slipped into her; first one, then quickly two and three, while his thumb toyed with her clit. She felt her knees go weak, but his strong arm held her to him. He grinned as he brushed her wet hair to one side, exposing her mating mark to the world.
Without preamble, he sunk his fangs into the mark. She gasped as she felt a whole new wave of feelings overtake her. It felt like very warm liquid was rushing from the spot where his fangs were and flowing all over her body, just under the skin. A wonderful lethargy crept over her, and she melted into her lover's arms, utterly submitting to him.
How long was it, how long had it been since she had admitted to herself that she loved him? How many nights did she cry to herself, utterly believing that he would abandon her, to go to hell with his first love? He had always turned his brash façade to her, and she had never realized that it was nothing but a façade.
She loved him with every fiber of her being and every particle of her mind. She was certain that if he left her, she would shatter into a million pieces and die. But she was not afraid of that. She knew – she knew – that he would never willingly abandon her.
When his first love had left to track him down, she had to fight the urge to weep. He had been bespelled before, and could be again. To lose him was an unfathomable thought, the ultimate worst-case scenario.
When she had found him again, after her escape from imprisonment, one look in his eyes was all she needed to know about his first love. One look in his eyes was all she needed to prove his devotion.
One look in his eyes showed her the infinite expanse of his love for her.
No words were needed.
Her thoughts were shattered as she climaxed. She screamed aloud, not caring that others might hear, as she rode the waves of pleasure that surged through her body. She could faintly hear his growl of desire as her juices coated his hand.
She went limp in his arms. Barely she noticed that she was lying down, leaning against him. He still had his fangs in her as he reached his hand over for a bar of soap and a cloth. He began to slowly wash her body.
He had washed her, and then she had washed him. Drying themselves off, they stumbled through the door and into a bedroom. They exchanged odd glances at the design of the house, but put the thoughts aside for later perusal. There were things to do first.
He grabbed ahold of her and leapt through the air, landing softly on the bouncy mattress. She laughed aloud in surprise and exhilaration, but he quickly muffled the sound with a kiss. They were still both very aroused from their earlier activities...she was wet for him, and he was hard for her.
Still kissing, he plunged into her velvety depths, hissing at the feel of her tightness around him. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, mimicking the actions of his manhood pumping deep inside of her.
This was when they felt most connected. When he was inside her, he felt like he could die at that moment and die happy. When she was around him, she thought nothing else in the world happened. It was as if their very souls were intertwined with each other; as if, for a few minutes at a time, their minds and souls merged into one.
They were both rapidly approaching release. He reared back his head and sunk his teeth into her mark. In return, she bit down on the area where his would have been. Both of them groaned their pleasure as they climaxed as one. Still inside of her, he hugged her to him and closed his eyes. She snuggled up next to him and did likewise.
No words were needed.
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"Where are they now, Jeeves?" Tobias scrutinized a submachine gun as he talked.
"After they left the bathhouse, they went to the master bedroom, I believe." Tobias looked up.
"That's where I sleep, isn't it." Jeeves nodded.
"Remind me to change the sheets."
"Yes, sir."
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