long time, as I was beginning to suspect. And I was the only one ...
Down with the ego, girl, Irma objected. He's no Sleeping Beauty, just a lech who kissed you semiconscious and copped a serial feel.
And I was just an impulsive idiot who'd thought I could duel superstar charisma and win.
So ... HOPING TO slink out of the suite, I grabbed the bag holding the gown and shoes and reentered the hall, eyes on the dead-ahead double exit doors.
Curses! Snow appeared, string tie gone and shirt collar open to reveal and even frame the scarlet oval my mouth had burned into his albino throat. Instant contrition. I wanted that undone.
"Ice would bring the redness down," I suggested.
An onstage-style head-toss made his ice-white hair shimmy as Snow smiled down at me. Those Western boot heels made him even more larger-than-life.
"Why would you think I'd want to bring the redness down, Delilah? It amps up my rock-star image to flaunt the evidence that some hot skank has just been at me."
"Snow, you kill me. Everything I come up with - Albino Vampire cocktails, sensual tattoos - you turn them to your commercial advantage."
"Why not? You're not a scared, damaged little girl anymore. You're a serious and seriously sexy woman. And you've amped up the stakes on that too, Delilah, now that you're living up to your name. You liked taunting me by planting a passion bruise dead center on my throat. You like seeing it there now. You like secretly knowing you're the one who put that bold brand on rock-star me."
"The one?" I asked, suspicious again that he, at least, believed in fate.
His hand cupped my head to bring my lips to his throat once more. That resonant stage voice whispered into the hair above my ear, but I could feel his words vibrate on my lips as his other hand swept the rippling hair up from my neck.
He knew just how to cast his erotic spell on me. I felt I was in his protective custody, cherished and challenged, terrified and thrilled.
"I doubt you care to look too much in a mirror probably crowded with ghosts right now, Delilah," he whispered, "but if you could see, I've bared the lovely white nape of your neck to reveal a ripe purple passion bruise like the one you laid on me just now."
His cold white lips brushed the spot and I felt the touch as an electric jolt at the pit of my womb. His lips continued moving around my neck to my jawline, murmuring all the while.
"You'll be surprised to know I think Montoya is a damn good influence, maybe the last positive force left in Vegas. He's a first-class crime fighter and, obviously, a hot-blooded but discreet lover. I know you two share true love and our little tangos are just an entertaining power play between what's left of the guilty girl in you and ..."
His lips were almost on mine. Could the Brimstone Kiss still exist?
"... whatever you think I am.
"But we liked it, Delilah, and will again," he said, releasing me gently. "And that you can't change. Grizelle tells me I've taken three hundred and twenty-two separate lash welts on my back because of you. Now that I've seen what you can do for my front, I look forward to your healing every stripe on my back."
I fell back on my old friend, sass.
"This was a one-off, Snow. Maybe you can hope for a freebie, if you give me the information in future I need to do my job. Tit for tat."
"Which will be my pleasure."
And it had been.
I stared at him, trying to clear my head and emotions. Grizelle had charged me with "stealing" the Brimstone Kiss from Snow, and maybe I had, in a way. Snow's preexisting chest scar tissue certainly was sensitive to the aphrodisiac effect of my healing kisses. I didn't know if I could heal the three-hundred-some new scars he claimed because of me, but I knew now I couldn't do it without giving him three-hundred-some orgasms.
Once had been "bad" enough and could be called "prideful penitence." Any more would be outright infidelity and too much "Hollywood Madam" to stomach. Yet it had soothed my outraged soul to take as complete sexual control of him as he had of me.
You crazy, mixed-up minx, Irma lectured. Who knew you had it in you? I gotta admit that parting touch on the throat, over his very voice box, was genius. You won this