Blood of the White Witch by Lacey Weatherford Read Free Book Online

into my reflection, feeling very
self-conscious about what he was asking me to do, but then he
started speaking again.
    “Look at your beautiful black hair,” he
said, and he pulled the few pins I had in it out so it was lying in
a thick curtain around my shoulders. Then he ran his fingers
through it. “I can’t stop touching it. It’s one of the most
luxurious sights I have ever seen, and it feels just like spun
silk.” He lifted a large strand, bringing it to his lips so he
could kiss it.
    I watched him, my eyes wide in
amazement.
    “I can’t stop with your hair, though,
because your eyes have me completely mesmerized,” he continued,
stepping behind me to place his hands on either side of my head
before he turned it slightly back and forth. “Look at them, Portia.
They’re like black onyx jewels that flash in the light. I’ve never
seen eyes the color of yours, and I constantly feel like I’m
drowning in the depths of them.”
    I felt my skin heat up, blushing at his
words.
    “Yes. That’s right, baby. Don’t let me
forget this beautiful porcelain skin of yours. Perfectly alabaster
in one moment and then flushed pink with desire in the next. You
have no idea what it does to me to see your skin react like
that.”
    I figured this was a good thing since my
skin was currently flaming from the picture he was painting for
me.
    “And then there are those ripe, full
delicious lips of yours. They’re like a plump fruit, just waiting
to be picked and promising to offer up the nectar of the gods to
whoever is partaking of it. I want to be the only one ever
partaking of it.”
    My mouth was salivating at his comments now,
and I just wished he would kiss me already.
    He slid my hair away from my neck then and
kissed the scar he had created there.
    “This should be even further proof of my
desires for you. You fill me with a need and longing so great that
it’s been almost disastrous for you,” he whispered softly. He
sucked at the spot as his large hands slid down over my bare arms,
sending shivers over my body. “I want to touch, hold, and caress
every part of you until you understand completely what I feel for
you, that I won’t be whole until your entire soul, which is the
most beautiful part of you, is a part of me. You’re so
amazing…inside and out. Truly you’re the most breathtaking,
bewitching creature I’ve ever seen.”
    I felt my eyes water at his sweet words, and
I felt overwhelmed by this glorious figure standing beside me as he
declared his love and desire for me. In that moment, I really saw
myself in his eyes, and it was a revelation to me.
    I moved to turn around in his arms, but that
was when we both noticed the flashing light in front of us on the
telephone.
    There was a message waiting for us.
    He paused to look at me, neither of us
wanting to break the special moment we were experiencing.
    “You should check it,” I encouraged him
after a few seconds. “It could be something important.”
    Vance gave a disappointed sigh before he
answered it, listening intently to whoever was speaking.
    “Who was it?” I asked, after he placed the
receiver down.
    “It was your dad,” he replied, and he
scooted the phone back toward the rear of the dresser. “He says he
hopes we’re having a good time together. He also said our contact
will meet us in the morning at a restaurant called Crannog at the
Waterfront, in Fort Williams at ten o’clock. He said the man’s name
is Brian.”
    “How will we know him?” I asked.
    “He said he’d be waiting for us outside the
front door.”
    “Sounds cold,” I said thinking of the brisk
weather we had been having since our arrival in Scotland. “We’d
better dress warm in case we have to wait on him.”
    He nodded his head, before changing the
subject back to the previous topic.
    “How did you enjoy your evening though,
really?” he asked, wrapping his arms around me.
    “It was wonderful, thank you,” I replied
with a smile. “Did you have a