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The words made her twice as vulnerable as she'd been the night she'd told him she loved him. But everything he'd done these past few days, and especially tonight, had given her the confidence to hope. To believe.
His hands tightened on her, a silent acknowledgment of her thoughts. Then he drew her up to kiss her mouth, her eyelashes, her forehead, his arms sliding around her, pulling her even closer between his spread thighs on the chair. She dug her fingers into his back until he broke the kiss, pressed her head to his shoulder and just held her. She thought the world could turn forever and she'd be content just like this.
But her Master had a way of always giving her more delicious things to want.
"And just what does my servant want now?"
She smiled against his shoulder, lifted her head to stroke a hand through his thick hair. "It's something best demonstrated, my lord."
The flare of interest in his gaze told her she had his leave to continue. She slid her hands beneath his coat, pushed it off his shoulders. He helped her, shrugging out of it as she left him to that and began to open the shirt down the front, caressing his chest as she did so. Her fingers rested briefly on his sternum, trailed down to the base of it. "I have a great deal of interest in the superficial front line myself, my lord."
"Hmm." He pursed his lips. "But the superficial front line skips a key area I feel will require in-depth attention. With your mouth, your hands..."
She grinned and pushed the shirt off his shoulders as well, letting her fingertips linger on the fine architecture of bone and muscle. Crowding closer to him brought her breasts against his bare chest. She let out a tiny sigh at the wondrous feel of it. He clasped her waist in strong hands.
"You wanted me to fill you with my desires," he observed. "Just how much filling do you need?"
"I'm not sure, my lord. Perhaps you could just keep filling the cup until I say stop."
He chuckled at that, then he cinched her close, lifting her to her feet as he rose so her toes didn't touch the ground when he kissed her. "And another thing," he added. "You will never attend another vampire event without me. Period."
She thought it might be possible to shatter from such an overload of feeling, too much to process.
"Nothing to process tonight. Just feel, Debra." He met her lips in another wine-saturated kiss. This one had an even sweeter wine with it, such that she curled her fingers in his biceps, held on, delighted as he made the kiss so long, the world just swirled away.
When he finally lifted his head, let her feet touch, she was breathless, but his eyes gleamed in that way she'd learned to anticipate with delicious anxiety. "I think I do want to enjoy the water with my servant." His gaze slid down to the panties. "But she's overdressed."
He still wore the belted slacks, his shoes. "Same goes, Master."
He gave her a mock stern look, but hooked his thumbs in the thong himself, had her step out of it as he went to his heels and let her hold onto his shoulder to steady herself. The contrast between that and Graham kicking Jia-Li for being unable to stand on contorted feet underscored the difference between the two vampires, and demonstrated in one act all the promises Brian had just made to her. Her eyes stung with tears, but she battled them back. She wanted this to be all about pleasure.
She drew in a breath as he bent and lifted her in his arms, carrying her through the patio door and toward the pool. He didn't carry her often. She liked it.
I'll do it so often you'll tire of it.
She doubted that could ever happen.
When he used the zero entry slope to walk them into a curve of the lotus-shaped pool, she found the water a pleasant temperature, neither too cold nor too hot. Her Master let her down, but he backed her toward one of the rafts that had been tossed into this end of the pool, tangling his hands with hers as he maneuvered her toward it. Then he scooped her against him with one arm, the two of them drifting in circles as he kissed her, let her twine her legs around him. She let all the fears go, let herself be swamped by love for him.
As she'd told him, her pain and regret came not from the choice itself, but in longing for the choice to live up to her expectations. This moment exceeded them. Then he took it even further.
He opened his mind to her.
Not just the surface level where they solved research problems. His heart and soul, where she could sense the collection of feelings gathered there. This was new for him, too, allowing himself to express his feelings for her, rather than being focused on suppressing them. And he wondered why he'd ever done anything different.
This feeling is worth dying for, Debra. That's what Lyssa and Jacob knew, and why they chose not to hide it.
She couldn't agree more. The water should have concealed her tears, but he kissed every one of them amid the water droplets. The raft was against her back, a cushion between her and the pool wall, not that she would have even noticed the scrape of the concrete with his mouth on her. But then Brian lifted her onto the raft and tender emotion became something else.
It was one of the inflatable rafts outfitted with four Velcro cuffs. Her Master's order came through her mind, along with a surge of erotic intent. Lay your arms out to your sides and spread your legs.
It was like being on a waterbed, the gentle roll and bob. He held it steady as she complied, his heated attention sliding over her naked form. It made her body dampen and tighten for him in ways he could see, scent. Those hazel eyes reflecting the pool lights became even more silver-green, and she trembled under his touch when he wrapped the cuffs around her wrists and ankles. If the raft turned over, she would be face down, trapped, unable to breathe. While technically that couldn't kill a fully marked servant, she could lose consciousness, experience the same panic that any mortal could. But she wasn't worried. Her Master was with her, caring for her.
Brian caressed her calf. He drew the raft over to the steps so he could take a seat on one, a position that let him lean over her and touch her how he desired. She bit her lip as he traced her breast, flicking a nipple taut from the cool touch of the water. Then he slid down and cupped her between her legs, slipping his fingers into her. She lifted her hips to him, responding to the penetration, the stroking touch. When he withdrew, he slicked the fluid gathered on his fingers over her outer labia. She trembled, eager to serve him. Eager to please.
He'd been the first to understand that she wasn't two separate entities. There was the driven, detail-oriented scientist who spent whatever time or energy was necessary to solve a puzzle, the one who would fight for the theories she knew were right and worth pursuing, whether she was at the bottom of the totem pole in the first lab she'd worked, or arguing a point last week with the vampire who'd made her his servant. But that woman was the same as this one. The all-the-way-to-her-soul submissive who hungered to tear herself open and give herself completely to one Master. The Master touching her now.
He pressed his fingers back inside her, deeper this time. Finding the right places to stroke, make her come apart. "Completely, hmm? Tell me. Out loud."
"Yes, Master. Everything. I'm...yours." She panted over the words as his clever fingers worked her, had her shuddering and twitching on the raft. Brian rose then, keeping his hand in her as he used the other to move them out of the lotus pool into the flow of the lazy river. He kept pace with her in the current, holding onto the raft with one hand, still playing with her pussy with the other. She moistened her lips, heard the rush of water and realized they were headed for the mushroom waterfall.
"Butch says its temperature is far colder. But there are some advantages to it that the warm water can't provide."
The noise of the falling water became loud enough she anticipated its touch, but the cold and pummeling impact still made her gasp as he eased her feet beneath the flow. She writhed, her nipples becoming even tighter points as gooseflesh swept her upper torso. Brian kept moving her forward, so water pattered up her shins, her knees, her thighs. The beating rhythm was strong, inexorable. Then he adjusted her
so that pounding cold water was on her exposed cunt, her swollen clit.
"Oh...oh." She bucked and shuddered while her Master's avid eyes watched her body strain against the Velcro straps. The raft's water bed movement gave her an erratic rhythm that made the impact of the water against her genitals torment and pleasure both, a climax building and yet held out of reach.
"Lord Brian, you look as if you require assistance."
Butch had appeared above her head, and those gray eyes were covering every inch of her exposed skin, the responses of her body, feeding on them in that way that vampires did, with total absorption. With the right set of vampires, and her Master firmly in control, being viewed this way brought her a surge of additional pleasure.
At Brian's gracious nod, the Texas overlord steadied the raft, freeing both of Brian's hands. Her Master cupped her breasts, his body pushing down on the inflatable enough to tilt her in his direction. His heated mouth closed on her cold nipple, worrying it with heated tongue and lips.
She cried out at the sensation, convulsing under the water's flow. More hands closed around her calves and ankles, and she felt other mouths on her there. The tender crease between her toes and the ball of her foot, her ankles...the insides of her spread knees.
She was too disoriented with lust to lift her head, look through the waterfall and see who was responsible, but there were at least two men down there touching her, caressing her. Possibly Dix, Butch's servant, and maybe one of the other vampires, since she sensed the restrained strength vampires usually exercised to avoid crushing bone.
