He guided me left, toward a small hall. "It's not a name I know, but then, I haven't been in Melbourne long. Is the filigree around your neck his?"
I nodded. "Why?"
"Because it is the type of filigree worn by priests, and they don't exist anymore."
"Well, he was alive twenty-eight years ago, and the priests died out long before then."
"That's true. I shall ask around, if you like."
I flashed him an appreciative smile. "That would be great."
He half shrugged. "You are aware, of course, that an Aedh only breeds when his death is near. He might well have gone from this world."
Not likely, given the number of people who suddenly wanted to talk to him. But I held the comment back and simply nodded. "I know. I was just curious, that's all."
His bedroom was the last door on the right. The room was simply decorated in creams and brown, and there was little in the way of furniture—mainly because the bed was so large, it dominated the room.
"Aedh rarely choose to meet their offspring." He closed the door behind him, then turned to face me. My mouth went dry with the sheer force of his desire. "Even if I find him, he may wish to have nothing to do with you."
"I know." I brushed my fingers underneath his shirt and slid them upward, pushing the material from his shoulders. He let it slip to the floor, then raised his hands, catching the end of my sweater and pulling it gently over my head. He tossed it to one side as his gaze slipped down my body, the heat of it making my nipples pucker even more fiercely.
"Lovely," he murmured as his hands continued their journey downward. He tugged lightly at the button on my jeans, then undid the zip.
His touch slid erotically down the outside of my panties and my breath hitched. God, how I ached to be touched. No, not just touched, but filled. I needed him, needed the hardness of him, inside me, thrusting deep. I licked my lips and undid his jean button fly. His cock sprang free of its restriction, engorged with blood and quivering with readiness. I caressed it lightly, saw the bead of pre-cum on its tip, and felt the shudder that went through his body.
"I have to warn you," he said as I hooked the edges of his jeans and underpants and thrust them down his hips, "that it has been a while since I've shared this experience with another. I'm afraid that I may not last very long."
"Then let's make the first time all about satisfying basic urges," I said with a grin, as my jeans joined his on the floor. "And the second all about passion."