Chapter Sixteen

 

The room was lit by a few scattered candles, and Sloane was reminded of his first Intimate and only visit with Caroline. Then, she had looked so terrified to be alone with him. Now, judging from the way she lay reclined on the bed, she couldn’t wait to have him with her. Her nightgown was much more elaborate than the simple one she had on that night. This one was lacy and ribbon-trimmed, with a shockingly low neckline. And it looked as thin as a flower petal. Sloane wondered if it would fall apart at his touch. Caroline’s hair was loose and wild, flowing in dark brown waves to the middle of her back.

“My darling, my bride,” he whispered as he slipped into bed beside her. Caroline turned toward him, eyes glowing with the passion of a girl who had been waiting her whole life for this single moment.

“My husband, my Lord.” she said quietly back, reaching a hand up to stroke his face. Sloane leaned over her and their lips met. Their kisses were soft at first, nearly yearning. And then, as though they couldn’t wait any longer, their tongues plunged together, massaging and stroking each other.

“Are you ready?” asked Sloane, reveling in the sweet taste of her lips.

Caroline nodded, and Sloane moved his mouth from her lips to her neck. He nibbled on her delicate skin, then let his fangs drop to their full length and stroked them against her. Then, he languidly let them sink into her skin, centimeter by centimeter, until they were plunged fully into her neck. Caroline gasped softly, but caressed the back of his head reassuringly. He had heard tale that the experience was slightly painful, but in the right setting, it could be full of bliss as well. Sloane felt positively thrilled: it was so rare that he even tasted human blood, and never fresh from a warm body. It was going to be a night of new experiences for the both of them. Suckling smoothly, he closed his eyes, letting their bodies share of each other.