Page 27 of A Love So Deadly
My heart sinks. I could’ve sworn… But then something shiny catches my eye at the bottom of the cabinet. It seems like someone had placed the papers purposefully to cover up the true treasures underneath.
It’s full of beautiful objects all wrapped in silk handkerchiefs. I pick up a picture frame, the woman in it gorgeous and the man the spitting image of Lucian. All except he looks like a Victorian gentleman in this. He…
“It’s not him,” I mutter. I’m about to put it back when something glints.
A diamond necklace. It matches the one around the woman in the photo’s neck. I’m about to pick it up when I hear a sound.
I close the cabinet and peer down to see a pair of polished black shoes on the other side.
Then I look up… and up.
Lucian.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Chapter
Eight
Lucian
Elliot’s here, exactly where she shouldn’t be, and I’m positive she’s up to something.
I’d love to say she isn’t my type, but I’m not sure exactly what that is, anymore. And after so long as a powerful vampire, an old one, I know type doesn’t necessarily mean looks.
That wears away.
It means essence and intent and chemical reactions.
And blood. Always blood.
Elliot?
She defies everything. The curls and big blue eyes scream innocent. The intent when she thinks I’m not looking. The sharp intelligence speaks of a new danger to me. And her ability to fight me without realizing it whispers old soul.
The rest?
It’s pure fucking sex that stirs me.
She stays frozen in place. I saw her poking about. I know she found Clara’s necklace, which I kept because… I don’t know why I kept it. The worth, probably. Everything in here holds secrets.The rest is worth a fortune. Even the frame the daguerreotype picture is in. It was done just after the technique came out.
I move my gaze back to Elliot. The throb of her heart is in my ears, and her red lips part. It’s an invitation, along with the streak of color on her cheeks and the big pupils.
My cock is hard.
It’s a picture-perfect moment, and I breathe it in, letting it permeate.
The air pulsates and the blood in her veins matches the beat in mine, something I haven’t felt since…
Never.
Not like this.
Not with such a powerful, erotic pull.
I want to wrap her in ropes, spend time working on her, building the orgasm up with each knot, each pull carefully thought out to apply the right kind of pressure.
I want more. So much more.
