Page 5 of Traveling with Gentlemen
"I want nothing between us," he said.
"You could've thought of that before we started," I laughed, devoured in flounces of silk. "Now we've ruined a gown and a corset and—"
Auguste threw the whole mess of ruined garments to the edge of the bed, his mouth devouring my words and my groan of relief as he thrust back inside of me. His body was immediate in its need, not holding still to watch me struggle but fucking me without mercy, tongue thrusting against mine in time with the pound of his hips. I sucked on his tongue, tangled my arms and legs around him and clasped on his pumping cock, twisted my hips up to rub against him for friction.
But I wanted more. Augusteneededmore.
I pulled away from his kiss with a gasp and arched my throat, smiling at the steady rumble of hunger that rang out from his chest.
"Bite," I pleaded. "Bite. I need you. Bite, my love."
Auguste grew less rough and more determined, pushing in as deep as he could and then digging down, forcing me into the soft mattress until I keened, before drawing nearly out again, over and over.
"You are mine," he breathed out, the words thick with a growl.
"Yes!"
With a final thrust, one that rang down to my toes and up to my throat, Auguste dove down, latching onto my neck with a sharp and smooth bite. I came at the pinch of pain and the throb of pleasure, sang eagerly and tightened myself around him like a knot as the pound of release beat through me, Auguste bucking into me and sipping gently.
When I went limp and my limbs loosened, he rested with me for a moment, licking at the small wounds his fangs had made, soothing them. And then he was sliding away, down the bed, kissing my breasts, teasing my belly button with his tongue, before settling between my thighs with a cheerful smile.
I laughed at his boyish expression and sighed as he leaned in, nuzzling my tender sex. His tongue flicked out and I held my breath as he stroked my release over his lips, eyelids fluttering shut, intentional breaths tasting my flavor on his mouth. I stroked my hands over his hair. He'd already warned me I would not have time for breakfast this morning. I relaxed in the gentle aftershocks that raced through my veins as he took another soft lick. I was in for a long and delightful morning.
Auguste hummed in approval and then opened his eyes again, gaze meeting mine. "Thisis what I've needed," he said, before promptly helping himself to his feast.
CHAPTER2
THE MIDNIGHT MARKET
Cairo took my breath away, in the heat and bustle and all the small details of a new place so far from London, so different and beautiful and yet familiar too. The vendors at stalls shouting out their wares for customers, the quiet staff who waited patiently at the periphery of a room, the cuddled homes with shutters swung open and voices calling from inside.
But this world came in shades of gold and brown, with brighter colors set in like glittering jewels, and the sky was clear blue around the edges and brilliantly white where it met the sun. The music we passed in the streets was made of new notes and tones. And thefood. My god, the food. I'd never met so many new ingredients,freshingredients, and the spices were an unfamiliar vocabulary that burned warmly on my tongue.
It all made me wonder what else the entire world had to offer. How many more places could I discover? But I hadn't had nearly enough of Egypt yet. We hadn't even made the trip down to Amon's home after arriving, deciding instead to enjoy a week in Cairo first.
And I certainly wasn't the only one who was thrilled with the new discoveries.
"Smell this," Auguste said for the tenth time in as many minutes, his eyes a giddy shade of blue as he held a scoop of what looked like dried seeds to my nose.
We stood in the middle of the midnight market, a small and secret courtyard protected by charms that offered nocturnal service to the monsters of Egypt. Ornate glass lanterns hung below latticed windows, casting the crowded space in pretty shades of gold and green and pink and blue.
Ezra and I leaned forward to sniff at Auguste's palms, and my nose wrinkled slightly at the strong and almost astringent scent.
"Cardamom," Auguste said, drawing it to his nose and breathing deeply again before turning to share with Jonathon, who gave our vampire a fond glance and ducked obligingly to sniff. "It can be overpowering, but it's wonderfully warm on the tongue when used right. Perfect with chocolate," he added, smiling at me.
"He'll be at this for hours," Ezra whispered in my ear, and I nodded, glancing over the dozens of bags of spices available at this stall alone.
"We'll benefit from it," I reminded Ezra, glancing at the seemingly empty space at my side that he occupied. "You're behaving, aren't you?"
"It's not just Amon here who can see me," Ezra said, laughing. "I'm keeping my light fingers to myself, I promise."
I leaned in until I found the whiskers of beard that'd grown on his cheek as we traveled, kissing softly, and smiling as Amon and Booker waved to me from the other side of the market.
"I'm being summoned," I said, squeezing Auguste's arm before he reached for another spice.
"Send Amon here. I'm not familiar with everything," Auguste said, offering me a quick and distracted smile.
"Walk her over," Jonathon said to Ezra softly.
