Page 70 of Black Curtain

His voice was a low whisper.

Both of us whispered now.

Quiet, soft, almost unintelligible whispers.

I don’t know why we whispered.

The long-dead wig-wearing colonial certainly couldn’t hear us.

“How old is Brick?” I asked Black just as quietly. “When was he turned?”

The question seemed to stump Black.

“I know he’s supposed to be young for a vampire,” Black said finally. “I have no idea what that means. If it’s anything like seers, he could be well over a hundred years old and still be considered barely an adult.”

I glanced around the rest of the room.

More furniture definitely lived in here now. I saw a series of pegs by the front door, through the opening into the foyer, and several tricorne, or three-cornered, new-looking hats perched there with upturned brims.

The fireplace burned brighter. The mantle was no longer warped, but stood in pristine condition, covered with ceramic figurines of swans, rabbits, deer, quail.

I was still looking around when a woman entered the room.

She walked right up to the male, wearing a white dress with full skirts and a black bow around her small waist. I watched her tug out a long hatpin that held a black hat to her auburn curls. She stuck the pin back into the silk headband and tossed the hat with the pin on a table not far from his chair.

She smiled at him suggestively.

She also never stopped walking up to the male.

She reached him and slid into his lap, sitting astride him in the thick white skirts, pressing her breasts up close to his face. When he glanced up, quirking an eyebrow at her, she smiled down at his face, lifting her own eyebrow in response.

“Are we finished being respectable for the evening, darling?” she asked.

He pretended to think about the question.

He took another few puffs off his pipe.

I could practically smell the smoke as she waved it away from her face.

Then, just as thoughtfully, he set the pipe down on a stand on a low table.

Without warning, he snatched her up, and she laughed in delight.

He threw her down on the couch and started pushing up her skirts and petticoats to get to the flesh and skin underneath.

She helped him by unfastening the rest of the buttons on his waistcoat, then pushing that and the silk coat off his shoulders. She did it swiftly, deftly, and within seconds all that remained was the loose white linen shirt. She fought to get that off him as well, revealing a leanly muscular chest, and very little hair.

Around then, he got enough of her underclothes out of the way.

He unfastened the front of his pants, and then he had his cock in her.

He watched her face as he did it.

She let out a satisfied purr when he got it all the way inside.

“Goddamn it,” Black growled. “Now I have to watch Brick’s parents fuck?”

“Maybe this is when they made him?” I joked.

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