“I want to try fast food. Like from the commercials.” What a lovely glow came to her eyes before she announced, “Tacos!”
My love was completely insane, but even I was aware of humans’ delight and the necessity of tacos. “Done. And then I will introduce you to something so popular I don’t even know how to describe the human reaction to it. A taco truck.”
Our dinner was lovely. Pearl drank wine and ate her fill. So content that she let me feed her from a vein when we returned to our temporary home. Albeit the vein was in my wrist. And, unfortunately, she closed the door to her room on me when I tried to follow her in.
I was only going to hold her, and maybe steal a kiss.
Between her legs….
So instead, like a mongrel without a world begging to fuck him, I took my member in hand and stroked out a release. My thoughts full of Pearl, listening in on her dreams and lightly inserting the arousal I felt as my seed sprayed my chest.
Her mind responded in kind. In sleep, she orgasmed.
Chapter Seven
Pearl
Back bowed, I woke to a symphony of sensation that left my gasp punctuated with a shameless cry. Pulsating from my pelvis, another wave of feeling broke. Leaving my mouth gaping on another relentless, unstoppable moan.
Sweaty, panting as the dream faded and reality stole in, I sat up. Staring down where my nethers were covered by sleeping gown and blankets. Completely confounded.
What on earth?
“I heard a cry! Are you okay?”
Clutching the sheets to my breast, my head shot up to find Vladislov shirtless, wearing drawstring pajama bottoms, wiping his chest with a towel. One he then dropped on the floor as if it had never been in his hand. All the while stepping closer to my bed.
And still, I tingled, turning my eyes from his half-nakedness and trying to piece together some semblance of an answer. Because what could I have said?
Mortified, unnaturally hot, all I wanted was to fan my face or hide under the covers. But I had cried out rather loudly, and of course someone would have heard.
“A dream.” Not that I could remember it now, or even recall my name in that moment. “I’m fine. Sorry if I worried you.”
The bed dipped, and a male wearing no shirt sat next to me. He did this despite my discomposure, even resting a hand on my blanketed knee.
Leaning closer as I stiffened, shivered, and blushed, he said, “You look rather flushed, Pearl. Do you need anything? Water? A cuddle?”
My nipples were hard, poking against the simple cotton of my nightgown, covered by the sheets I clutched to my breast. And my breasts themselves… ached.
Water would be perfect. An entire frigid bath of it.
Instead, I was given heat. Heat in the voice of velvet offering solace. “You’re shivering, Pearl. Shall I warm you up?”
Before I might think of something coherent that might drive him off, my bare arm was stroked, a wake of pure fire left where I had been touched.
And it burned so beautifully in places it should not that I groaned in frustration.
“This won’t do, my dear.” Gathering me to him, Vladislov somehow already under the covers, I was pulled to that naked chest. “Let me hold you.”
Finally, my tongue unhinged. “You’re not dressed!”
Words waving off my valid complaint, he embraced me all the tighter. “In this era, men do not sleep with an upper covering. I like to keep my costume fitting with the times. Wait until you meet Vampires who still wear powdered wigs or mud for clothes. Ridiculous.”
There was a heart beating under my ear. There was warmth further invading the thin cotton of my nightclothes. The smell of smoke, spice, a cedar forest at night.
The body of a man intimately touching me in a way that wasn’t carnal but extremely intimate. Even tangling his legs with mine.
A man so strong I wouldn’t be able to stop him when—
“I didn’t come in here to have sex with you, Pearl.” That big, warm hand moved up and down my spine. “You cried out, and you need comfort.”
Which sounded reasonable.
But half-naked? Touching me? Another, last, impossible series of twitches left the place between my legs clenching at emptiness, when his leg shifted just so.
Gulping air, I succumbed to the tail end of a shiver and… finally, mercifully… whatever had possessed me abated.
My wits returned, and though I appreciated that the flaming blush of my cheek was hidden, tucked as I was under Vladislov’s chin, the entirety of this situation was wholly improper.
Shushing me, rocking my body as one might comfort a child, he said, “It’s late. The sun is going to be up soon. Close your pretty blue eyes. I’ll be here, always.”
Arms somewhat awkwardly caught between us, I debated on trying to move. Unsure how to accomplish the feat without touching hard muscle. How to position my head so the hair on his chest would not tickle my lips.
“You’re still shivering. Here.” Out of the darkness, a membranous weight landed over my body. A wing attached to a very human body. One Vladislov tucked around us as if to shield out the rising sun, the world.
Leaving the pair of us in a vacuum.
The only two creatures wrapped in night.
Twisted together in limbs, in flesh. Opposing forces completely and utterly intermeshed.
To the music of his heartbeat and my breath.
“This isn’t seemly.” My complaint was halfhearted, as such heat made me drowsy.
Self-satisfied, a grin in his voice, he replied, “What could be more natural?”
Is that what married couples did? Did they embrace this way?
No creature had ever held me in such a fashion. Not that I could remember… though the journal had mentioned
