Disgusted, Kyrian went to check on him. His pulse was fast, but stable. "What did she ever see in you?" he asked as he pulled out his cell phone and called an ambulance.
Hours later-once he was sure Cliff would live-Kyrian made his way into his house.
Still no Desiderius to be found. Anywhere.
Damn.
He stopped at the kitchen door to watch Amanda curiously. It was almost five a.m. and she appeared to be making soup and sandwiches.
How very odd is this?
She moved around the kitchen like a graceful nymph, completely unaware of his presence. She hummed a gentle tune, "In the Hall of the Mountain King" by Grieg if he wasn't mistaken. What a strange choice.
He'd never seen a more beguiling woman in his life. She wore a silk dorm shirt that gave a hint of transparency, yet completely concealed her body from his view. The light blue color was a perfect complement for her pale skin and auburn hair.
His body reacted instantly to the sight of her, growing hard and hot.
The more he watched her, the more he wanted her.
She poured the soup into mugs, then dipped her finger into the soup to test the warmth.
It was more than an immortal man could take.
Moving like a shadow, he came up beside her and caught her hand.
She looked up with a gasp until she registered his identity. Smiling at her, he guided her finger into his mouth where he swirled his tongue around it, tasting the soup and the woman.
"Delicious," he breathed.
A blush covered her cheeks. "Hi, honey, how was work?"
He laughed out loud at her Donna Reed impersonation. "Been watching Nick at Nite again?"
She shrugged coyly. "I thought you might like to come home to a hot meal for once. It must get lonely to have nothing but an empty, dark house to greet you."
More so than she would ever know. He stared down at her, at those parted lips that beckoned him. It had been centuries since anyone greeted him when he returned. Centuries of untold loneliness and solitude.
Loneliness and solitude that had vanished the instant he woke up in that abandoned factory and had looked into those wide, intelligent blue eyes that seared him.
Amanda was completely unprepared for Kyrian's next actions. He kissed her like a man possessed. His tongue stroking and delving as his hands roamed her back, then cupped her derriere.
It still amazed her that she allowed him to handle her like this, and yet she didn't mind it in the least. She'd never thought of herself as a particularly sexy person. Not until she met him.
When it came to Kyrian, she couldn't get enough.
She wanted him around her all the time. Wanted to hold him, touch him, be with him.
If she could, she would handcuff herself to him forever.
Without breaking from the kiss, he slid his hand beneath the bottom of her shirt, seeking her wet heat that throbbed for him. She moaned as he touched her, as his fingers slid and teased her mercilessly. Heaven, how this man made her yearn for him.
"Kyrian, your soup," she said breathlessly.
He pulled back, his breathing ragged, his lips swollen from tasting her. "It'll wait."
There was something more untamed than usual about him tonight. Something wild and wicked. He carried her to the table and laid her across the top of it.
His eyes hot and hungry, he stood between her legs and looked down at her. "Now here's a banquet fit for a king."