Much love went into them and I hold each dear as a part of my past. Others I have collected during my journeys. You like our home?”
“Very much. I guess I was expecting something out of a Frankenstein movie, but I was wrong. It is a very happy and cheerful place.”
“I thank you.” Marcas touched his heart with a small bow. He winked, taking her hand after settling Sebastian on the couch. “You will like your room. I will show you the dungeon later. That might also be to your liking.”
“Very funny.” Courtney did not pull her hand away as he led her up the staircase and to the second floor. He led her down a wide hallway to a door at the very end. Turning the knob, he stepped aside and gently pressed his hand into the small of her back to guide her inside.
Courtney stared at the suite, her eyes slowly taking in the carefully arranged style and warm, inviting furnishings. Everything was oversized, in polished dark woods and classic tapestries. In the center was a king-sized poster bed, complete with canopy and piled high with pillows. She frowned, approaching it.
“This looks like the bed from the other house.”
“It is. I had all our furnishings shipped express. I wished to give you a sense of familiarity as you entered this new place.”
“How did you manage to get this stuff here before us?” Courtney was astounded.
“I have my ways of getting what I want,” he stated, backing her against a wall and placing his hands on either side of her head. “And right now, I want to kiss you.”
“Oh, you do?” Courtney looked up at him, feeling her heart rate increase.
“I do. May I kiss you?”
Courtney slowly nodded, lifting her chin to meet his lips against hers. She sighed as he began to consume her mouth with his, savoring his scent and the delicious sweetness of his breath. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, pulling his head closer to hers as she crushed herself boldly against him. Marcas lifted her roughly, pressing his tongue between her lips as he laid her on the high bed. Without thinking, she began to unbutton his shirt, kissing his neck. He grabbed her hand gently.
“No, not yet. We must know each other better.”
“Are you kidding? After everything you’ve done to me, you…beast.” Courtney growled, biting into his neck with a sharp nip.
“A biter, hmmm? You will have your chance, my precious one. But first, I must know your secret desires and win your complete trust. You must be able to accept me for what I am.”
“If you’re talking about your sadistic tendencies, I think I can adapt to some of those,” Courtney whispered, nibbling the soft tissue of his throat, her hunger for him aroused by his refusal to comply.
Marcas flipped her onto her back and held her wrists over her head as he straddled her hips, allowing her to feel the growing strength of his manhood. “You must adapt to all of them. To ask for them; to yearn for them.” He growled into her throat, nipping her chin with his straight, white teeth.
“It must be the drugs… I have no control over my thoughts right now. I’m sorry.” Courtney stopped struggling to release her wrists from his strong hold.
“Why are you sorry? I wish to see your passion set free. But I also wish it to be without fear.”
“I’m not afraid of you,” Courtney said boldly, still pinned beneath him, wet with desire.
“Not of me, little Courtney, of yourself. Now, I’ll let you go and show you the rest of your room, yes?”
“You are a big tease, Marcas Kalnovky. Let me up.”
With a chuckle, Marcas released her and stepped off the bed as she slowly rose. She slapped his arm as she adjusted her ponytail. She watched his graceful motions as he showed her the spiral staircase that led up to the turret that held a 360 degree view of the country side, the tiled bathtub that housed a waterfall faucet, and the small sitting room complete with an intimate fireplace and reading lamps. Courtney shook her head, unable to
“Very much. I guess I was expecting something out of a Frankenstein movie, but I was wrong. It is a very happy and cheerful place.”
“I thank you.” Marcas touched his heart with a small bow. He winked, taking her hand after settling Sebastian on the couch. “You will like your room. I will show you the dungeon later. That might also be to your liking.”
“Very funny.” Courtney did not pull her hand away as he led her up the staircase and to the second floor. He led her down a wide hallway to a door at the very end. Turning the knob, he stepped aside and gently pressed his hand into the small of her back to guide her inside.
Courtney stared at the suite, her eyes slowly taking in the carefully arranged style and warm, inviting furnishings. Everything was oversized, in polished dark woods and classic tapestries. In the center was a king-sized poster bed, complete with canopy and piled high with pillows. She frowned, approaching it.
“This looks like the bed from the other house.”
“It is. I had all our furnishings shipped express. I wished to give you a sense of familiarity as you entered this new place.”
“How did you manage to get this stuff here before us?” Courtney was astounded.
“I have my ways of getting what I want,” he stated, backing her against a wall and placing his hands on either side of her head. “And right now, I want to kiss you.”
“Oh, you do?” Courtney looked up at him, feeling her heart rate increase.
“I do. May I kiss you?”
Courtney slowly nodded, lifting her chin to meet his lips against hers. She sighed as he began to consume her mouth with his, savoring his scent and the delicious sweetness of his breath. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, pulling his head closer to hers as she crushed herself boldly against him. Marcas lifted her roughly, pressing his tongue between her lips as he laid her on the high bed. Without thinking, she began to unbutton his shirt, kissing his neck. He grabbed her hand gently.
“No, not yet. We must know each other better.”
“Are you kidding? After everything you’ve done to me, you…beast.” Courtney growled, biting into his neck with a sharp nip.
“A biter, hmmm? You will have your chance, my precious one. But first, I must know your secret desires and win your complete trust. You must be able to accept me for what I am.”
“If you’re talking about your sadistic tendencies, I think I can adapt to some of those,” Courtney whispered, nibbling the soft tissue of his throat, her hunger for him aroused by his refusal to comply.
Marcas flipped her onto her back and held her wrists over her head as he straddled her hips, allowing her to feel the growing strength of his manhood. “You must adapt to all of them. To ask for them; to yearn for them.” He growled into her throat, nipping her chin with his straight, white teeth.
“It must be the drugs… I have no control over my thoughts right now. I’m sorry.” Courtney stopped struggling to release her wrists from his strong hold.
“Why are you sorry? I wish to see your passion set free. But I also wish it to be without fear.”
“I’m not afraid of you,” Courtney said boldly, still pinned beneath him, wet with desire.
“Not of me, little Courtney, of yourself. Now, I’ll let you go and show you the rest of your room, yes?”
“You are a big tease, Marcas Kalnovky. Let me up.”
With a chuckle, Marcas released her and stepped off the bed as she slowly rose. She slapped his arm as she adjusted her ponytail. She watched his graceful motions as he showed her the spiral staircase that led up to the turret that held a 360 degree view of the country side, the tiled bathtub that housed a waterfall faucet, and the small sitting room complete with an intimate fireplace and reading lamps. Courtney shook her head, unable to
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