A Whisper of Eternity - By Amanda Ashley Page 0,97
next, she was aware of a subtle shift in the atmosphere and Dominic was standing behind her, his arms around her waist, his lips nuzzling her neck.
She leaned against his chest, overcome by a sense of completeness now that he was there.
It had been in her mind to ask him to take her home but now she wanted nothing more than to be in his arms. Just for a little while, she told herself. The night was young. They had plenty of time.
His tongue laved the sensitive skin behind her ear. "Did you miss me, my best beloved one?"
"Of course."She turned in his embrace and smiled up at him. "I even bought you a present."
"Indeed?"
She nodded."Two, actually." Standing on tiptoe, she kissed him,then slipped out of his arms.
Going into the closet, she withdrew a shopping bag and handed it to him.
Dominic looked at her, then delved into the bag and withdrew a midnight blue robe with black silk piping.
"Do you like it?" she asked.
He ran his hand over the velvet,then reached out to cup her cheek. "Thank you, querida ," he said, then frowned. "It must have cost a great deal."
"Almost as much as this room," she said, grinning, "butit was worth it."
His gaze caressed her face and then he drew her into his arms once more. "I love you, my wife, more than you will ever know."
"Oh, Dominic," she murmured. "I love you, too."
"You mentioned two presents," he reminded her.
A faint blush pinked her cheeks. "So I did. I'll be right back."
"Where are you going?"
"Just into the bathroom for a minute."
Going to the closet, she picked up a bag, then went into the bathroom and closed the door.
Dominic stared after her, then, after removing his shirt, he put on the robe. It was a luxurious garment, he thought, fit for a king.
He looked at the bathroom door, wondering what she was doing in there, felt his breath catch in his throat when the door opened and she stepped out clad in a diaphanous white nightgown that was so light, so sheer, it looked as though it had been fashioned of dreams and moonbeams. Her glorious honey-gold hair fell down her back and over her shoulders in soft waves.
She blushed under his frankly admiring gaze.
"You bought that for me?" he asked with a faint grin.
"Do you like it?"
"Very much.And it is just my size."
Soft laughter filled the room as she walked toward him. He could see the faint outline of her figure beneath the whisper-soft silk. The scent of her perfume trailed behind her but it was the scent of the woman that intoxicated him. Desire swelled within him. She was his. He could scarcely believe it. After countless years, she was in his arms, warm and willing. The wonder of it, the reality of it, was almost more than he could bear.
With a low cry, he swept her into his arms. Trembling with need, he carried her to bed and laid her on the mattress. Stretching out beside her, he drew her into his arms. With an air of reverence, like a supplicant at the altar, he worshipped her with his hands and his lips, whispering that he loved her, had always loved her.
And she caressed him in return, telling him with every touch, every kiss, that she was his, would always be his.
Her nearness, the intensity of their lovemaking, intensified his power. It swelled within him, cocooning them in a world of preternatural sensations.
Tracymoaned softly as her senses grew and expanded. His feelings, his pleasure, were tangled up with her own until she couldn't tell one from the other. She felt his hunger, as well, and when his fangs grazed her neck, she turned her head to the side, a wordless sound of acquiescence rising in her throat.
Her eyelids fluttered down as his body merged with hers and then she was lost - wonderfully, deliciously lost in Dominic's embrace.
Dominic heldTracy close, her back tucked against his chest, his arms tight around her, their legs entwined. He had waited centuries for this woman, he thought, and would willingly endure them all again for this moment.
She was his woman now, his wife, at last.
Her scent filled his nostrils. The sweetness of her essence lingered on his tongue.
Only one thing remained, he thought, and wondered if, in this life, she would accept the gift he had offered her countless times before.
He loosened his hold when she stirred in his arms. "Is something wrong?"