was now.
“Kyra, there is no reason to become hysterical.” Dumitri rose slowly, reminding her of an old Bela Lugosi film. He swung his naked legs over the side of the now level surface.
“No reason to become hysterical? I could have suffocated in that thing.”
He chuckled, running fingers through tousled hair. “I think not.”
“I’m glad you find this amusing because…” She paused as he stood to his full naked magnificence. “Because I fail to see the humor in this.”
She averted her eyes from his stiff cock, which bobbed with each step he took closer to her.
“Normally I sleep on a traditional bed. That device is only necessary when I am at my weakest. It was constructed to withstand any form of tampering. I could not take even the slightest chance last night. Not when I had you to protect.”
Kyra wanted to stay mad at him, tried hard to mu ster up the anger, but found it impossible. He stopped in front of her, gazing longingly down at her with green eyes that melted away the remaining barriers of the wall she’d erected to keep him at bay. Something was happening to her, she could feel it in every fiber of her being.
“Next ti me give a girl some warning she will wake up in a coffin,” she reprimanded weakly.
He nodded his agreement . For several intense moments they regarded each other in silent contemplation. Dumitri wanted to reach for her mind again but thought better of it.
“What are you thinking, meu ducliri?” he asked, only inches separating them.
“Don’t you know?”
“No.” He touched the dark smooth skin of her arm, wanting her to tell him voluntarily. “I’m not in your mind at this moment.”
“I… I was just wondering what time it is. I’m feeling a little hungry,” she answered shakily. It was an obvious lie but he decided not to call her on it. So much was happening to her so quickly. He would afford her some privacy. He’d touched her thoughts enough these last couple of days to know that she was coming to terms with her fate, accepting him more rapidly than he’d hoped possible.
“It is late, some of our guests are just making their way to the dining room in hopes of an early lunch .”
She didn’t miss his use of the word “our” but chose not to correct him.
“Please tell me you have something for me to wear back to my room.” She blushed, glancing at the nearby ruined heap that were once her clothes.
“I’ll take care of it,” he said before pulling her in his arms for another intoxicating kiss.
Heaven help her, she wanted him again. Her senses reeled from the heady experience. Kyra found herself leaning into him, craving the feel of his mouth.
She felt the reluctance as he pulled away.
Later , came his telepathic promise.
Kyra opened her eyes only to find them in the hall that led to the dining room.
“How did we…” She trailed off, looking down at her leather-clad body. “How did you do this?”
She smoothed her hands over the comfortable form-fitting material. The leather gleamed in the dimly lit hall complimenting her brown skin. He smiled at her surprised response and the seductive image she presented. From the moment he saw her, he’d wanted her adorned this way. Thick, curly hair tumbled over her shoulders, her lush curves molded by the soft obsidian leather material.
“Quite handy, wouldn’t you agree? Soon you will be able to do the same.”
“If you say so, was this the best you could come up with?” She touched the leather garment.
He shrugged. “Fashion isn’t one of my strengths, but I think you’ve seen some of my better abilities.”
She blushed as if conjuring up a memory. “I th ink we should eat before I wind up in trouble.” She sounded breathless.
“My sweet, you were in trouble the moment I laid eyes on you.”
Wasn’t that the truth, she thought,