“And you’re okay taking me there?” Sophie asked, surprised.
“I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t,” Sylvain smiled at her and her pulse leapt.
Sylvain noted that her eyes turned red and that they remained so. Her preoccupation with her revelations was still evident. He was dying to know what they were, but respected that magick was private and needed space. When and if she was ready to fill him in on what had happened in her lessons, she would. Halfway down the stairs was a landing that led to a hole.
Sophie peered into the hole then around them on the landing but couldn’t find an entrance. The hole itself showed a glimmer of water far below and little else. “How do we get in?”
“We’ll have to teleport,” he said, “but I need you to close your eyes. I want it to be a surprise. Will you trust me?”
“Of course,” Sophie said, intrigued.
Sophie closed her eyes and moments later felt stones crunch beneath her shoes. Sylvain stood next to her and squeezed her hand, “Open your eyes.”
Sophie gasped in delight. “Mon Dieu! C’EST magnifique!” They were in a large cave filled with light coming through a circular hole above. It was the same one they’d stood at moments before. The light streaming through illuminated the entire cave, emphasizing the jewel tones around them. They stood on an island in the middle of a sea in shades of tanzanite and sapphire blue. The walls of the cave gleamed like hematite the darkest of volcanic rock and the plants that littered the island burned bright red, orange, yellow, and deep green. The island was tiny and consisted of two different parts as though two islands had been cut in half and the halves were then combined. The side they stood on consisted of the gleaming stones; their shimmering hinted that they were more than ordinary rock. The other side was laden with white sand, which was only broken by the occasional plant.
Sylvain had not spoken since her exclamation. Sophie looked at him and saw him glow. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be absorbing energy from the place. She joined him in his exercise and closed her own eyes, breathing in deeply. It was peaceful and comforting. The only sounds disturbing their meditation was the lapping of the water hitting the rocks and shore and their own breathing. Sylvain’s haven was unchanged by human or supernatural hands; a perfect slice of paradise.
“It is the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen. Thank you for sharing this with me, Sylvain.”
“It is my pleasure, ma petite chérie,” Sylvain grinned. “I’ve never brought anyone here before and no being is allowed here either. No mermaids, no selkie, and no fae are allowed to swim here. This is my place to think, to be a man without any of the responsibility that comes with my title.”
“Sylvain without the masks,” Sophie observed.
“Yes,” he smiled. “I’m glad you can see that.”
At Sophie’s request, they explored the island. It was so small, it went by quickly, and Sophie dragging Sylvain to different things and asking for explanations occupied most of the time. Then reality hit her. It was just them and the quiet of the isolated cave. No likelihood of fae stumbling upon them, no courtly demands on Sylvain and no empath training - only them and an oversupply of erotic thoughts. Seeking distraction, Sophie went to the edge of the shore and trailed her fingers through the water. "It’s warm like bathwater,” she exclaimed, still intrigued
“It’s a place of magick,” Sylvain replied.
“I thought the whole of the hollow was,” Sophie stated.
“Yes, it is,” Sylvain clarified. “But, just as the human world has places more magickal than others, so do the fae hollows.”
“Makes sense,” Sophie conceded. “What’s the most magickal place?”
Sylvain hesitated for an instant, and then replied, sitting down next to her as he did. “The joint court of the Seelie and Unseelie. It is pure fae. Pure magick. It is a place of origins.”
“From what you’ve said, I assume that you don’t go there often,” Sophie noted.
“I hadn’t been there in the last 3,000 years, until a week ago when I met with my sister,” Sylvain replied. Sophie noticed the longing in his voice. He did a good job hiding it, but she’d gotten to know his mannerisms, and the slight change in tone that would match his moods.
“You hadn’t stopped smiling since we got here, until now,” Sophie detected. “I’m sorry to have changed that.”
“Don’t fret, ma chérie,” Sylvain smiled, gently. “The issues within the Seelie and Unseelie courts are not your fault.” He stood up and held a bikini out to her. “Let’s swim.”
“That was quick work,” Sophie laughed. “You weren’t kidding when you said that this is a place of strong magick.”
She took the bikini from him. When she raised a brow at the tiny pieces of material he laughed. “Humor me. I did bring you to my favorite spot.”
“Emotional blackmail,” Sophie retorted. “Fine, I’ll wear this if you were as little. In fact, if I have to wear a string bikini…” Sophie stopped talking, all rational thoughts having left her mind as Sylvain stood in front of her, clad in little else, but a pair of tight-fitting Calvin Klein-styled swimming shorts. It showed loads more than the board shorts he’d worn in the rasul. Dieu! Now she got to see those legs too - the same ones that had flexed when ... No, she thought, shaking her head, going there would not help lower her current want of him. Feeling her nipples harden, she swallowed. “Okay, fair enough. Turn around and I’ll change.”
To his credit, he did as she asked, and she slipped the bikini on. Not waiting for him, she ran to the water’s edge and dove in. It was bliss. She now understood what she'd read once about how much like flying diving was. The water rushed past and around her as she alternated between dipping down into the little sea and coming up for air.
Breaking the surface she searched for Sylvain then squealed when he came up behind her and snaked an arm around her waist. Those fingers, her new fantasy fixation, spanned her stomach and waist. Sophie exhaled, long and slow, and turned around so that her arms looped around his neck, resting on his broad, muscular shoulders. There was such strength in them. It made her feel safe, secure, and the testament it gave to his masculinity was an instant turn on. Deep blue eyes met vamp red and said all that was needed in that moment.
Their mouths met hungrily, devouring each other, sucking at their shared need as though they were sharing their essence of being. Tongues slicked, danced, and twisted while lips locked in this inevitable precedent to carnal bliss.
Running his hands down her back, he pulled her closer. Sophie did the same. She felt unable to get enough of him and so she locked her hands in wet hair. Sylvain broke away from the kiss, ignored her protests, and kissed his way down her chin, throat, and along her neck to that sensitive spot where it met with her shoulders. Running his hands down further, he grabbed her deliciously firm bottom, and squeezed, grinding his throbbing erection against the slice of heaven it needed to be inside of. Following suit, Sophie locked her legs around him and began rubbing against his long, hard erection.
Sylvain brought his hands back to her waist and moved her off him. “I want you splayed out in front of me so that I can pay attention to every part of your body.”
Consumed with need, Sophie wanted to protest. Wanting to get back to feeling him against her, she swam behind him to shore. Once there, Sylvain conjured a soft picnic blanket, the size of a California King bed. Sophie lifted a brow in amusement. Grinning, Sylvain laid her down on the blanket as promised.
“You’re beautiful,” he said reverently, before lowering his head and capturing her mouth in his. That re-started the dance of fluttering heart-beats, shared lust, and promises of absolute pleasure. Sophie forgot about the images she’d had the entire afternoon of his hands and fingers and what they had done to Arianna as new and more meaningful visions of what they were doing at that moment overwhelmed her.
Their movements against each other became more intense, wilder, and soon her bikini top was removed from her body without
her knowing how it had even happened. His hands sought out her breasts, first weighing them then gently, and squeezing while his fingers found and teased her nipples. Sophie arched against his hands, moaning and pressing herself into them, effectively breaking off their kiss.
Sylvain skimmed his eyes over her, devouring the sight he beheld. It was one he had wanted to see since he'd met her. Sophie lay naked beneath him. She was beautiful and breathtaking. Her rosy nipples peaked through the cavity his hands created around her breasts her skin glowed with the sheen of perspiration. Long lashes caressed her flushed cheeks and her parted lips moaned for him.
Needing to please her, feeling the urge to wipe the thoughts of any other man from her memory, he dropped his mouth onto her nipples using his lips and tongue to taste every surface of the hardened beads before lavishing that same attention onto the majority of her breasts.
“Dieu, Sylvain, you’ll be the death of me,” Sophie whimpered.
Sylvain smiled against her breast, his teeth inadvertently scraping her nipple. His breath, as he inhaled, caused delicious friction against her sensitive nipples. Sophie writhed in response. “There is a reason why they call an orgasm the ‘little death’ ma chérie, and you have not gotten there yet.”
“Dieu!” was Sophie’s only response before she used her vampire strength to whip him off her so she could straddle him. “Now, it’s your turn,” she promised retribution.
Mimicking his earlier movements, she kissed him from chin to nipple and let her tongue trace the hard planes of his chest. Gaining confidence from his groans and flexed muscles, she began to gyrate against him while running her hands across the ripples of his abdomen. The hard ridges fascinated her so she spent time leisurely exploring them, but even more fascinating was the bulge hiding beneath his swimming shorts. Curious, she peeled them off until he was as naked as her, and then she went on to luxuriate in the feel of his hard length, trailing her fingers, lips and tongue along it.
“Sophie, if you continue doing that, I’m not going to last as long as I want to,” Sylvain bit out before exchanging positions with her again with a swift flip, easily trapping her beneath him. “Now, it’s my turn,” Sylvain promised. He dipped his head and let his tongue explore every inch between her stomach and sex.
He stopped and this time she did protest. Appreciating her eagerness, he chuckled. “I promise to kiss and make it better,” he leaned forward and whispered against her mouth. He proceeded to swiftly remove her bikini bottoms.
He sat back and gazed at her with longing that made her burn. “I need to feel you, Sylvain,” Sophie’s voice broke the thrall.
The smile he gave her in response was wicked. Oh boy! She thought, knowing he was going to exact revenge for her interruption. Moisture collected between her legs as she recalled the type of revenge he’d taken in the past.
Sylvain said nothing, leaving her on tenterhooks, and then he parted her thighs with deliberate slowness. Sophie wanted to scream at him to get a move on, but the knowledge that he would prolong the teasing kept her mouth shut. The relief she felt when his mouth touched her sex was fleeting as sensations she had no idea existed flooded her.
Sophie’s moans became more pronounced as he used his lips to kiss her, his tongue to delve around her sensitive bud and into the aching hole drenched with the evidence of her desire. Sylvain repeated the process, trapping her legs with his arms, allowing his tongue to continue assaulting her until she came—involuntarily pushing her hips towards his face.
While Sophie came down from the high, Sylvain positioned his erection at the entrance it ached to enter and kissed her. Sophie threw herself into the kiss, drinking him in. Spurred on by her passionate kiss and the wetness he felt as his erection slid against her, he plunged into her.
“Sophie,” Sylvain stopped, “you were a virgin? How?” His face was practically engraved with confusion.
“The usual way,” Sophie replied.
“But you’re a vampire and have been alive for more than a century. How did you manage to remain a virgin?” Which she’s given up to you, a voice of conscience said quietly within his mind. Sylvain scowled, not knowing how to proceed. On the one hand, she seemed okay with things and sat smiling like the Mona Lisa and he had an erection that even the shock didn’t soften. But . . . What the hell? He didn’t even know what he was thinking. Sylvain ran his hand through his hair in agitation.
Sophie decided to take matters into her own hands. She kneeled in front of him and took his hands in hers. “Sylvain, cher, I’m sorry. Perhaps I should have told you. The fae are so liberal about sex that I didn’t think you’d be this shocked. But, I’m not sorry that I’m a virgin no longer and I don’t regret what we’re doing.” She noted that the shocked look that had been in his eyes was nearly gone now. He regarded her with earnestness, so she continued, “I have had things happen in my past as a human.” Sophie shrugged, “I don’t want to mar this beautiful moment by bringing them up. I just want you and I want you now.”
When he said nothing, she asked, “I assume that you are no longer interested?”
Sylvain smiled at her then looked down at his erection. “Does it look like I’m not interested?” Sophie blushed. Chuckling, Sylvain pulled her to him and held her. “If I had known, I would not have had your first time like this. I was too rough with you. Too hurried. I would have taken more time to seduce you.”
“Cher, you’ve been seducing me since the moment I met you,” Sophie interjected.
“Really?” Sylvain asked in surprise.
Sophie nodded her confirmation.
“That doesn’t change that I hurt you,” he scowled.
“Dieu!’ Sophie shouted in aggravation. “For a man with a giant erection, you sure do argue a lot. I’m a grown woman despite having been a virgin for so long. Stop frikkin analyzing the situation. So, you wanted it to be special. Well, I don’t know of a more special place than this. You’ve never even brought anyone here before me. What better, than a union of bodies in a place that holds such beauty and magick?”
“I sense frustration, ma chérie,” Sylvain leaned towards her and nibbled her lips. “You don’t have to shout. I’ll make sure it goes away.”
“Very far away?” Sophie teased back.
“Oh, yes,” Sylvain promised.
Sophie’s teasing retort was cut off. He pulled her flush against him and rolled her onto her back all the while pulling her into a deep kiss that indicated his own frustrated passion. To her chagrin, he retraced his steps back to the exquisite foreplay he had subjected her to before taking her virginity. And he took longer - drawing out every moan, teasing every part of her body, and awakening every dormant passion within her. When he finally entered her, the feeling was one of such fulfillment, she cried out, and tears sprung to her eyes.
Sylvain had been watching her and stopped. “Am I hurting you?”
Sophie shook her head. “No, it’s good. Too good.”
Smiling wickedly, he began to move inside her. He moved slowly at first allowing her to become accustomed to him inside of her. When she began to push her hips upwards with every thrust, he quickened his pace and they found their rhythm. All coherent thought quickly left them as they joined their bodies in exquisite pleasure.
He dropped his shield and she felt everything he felt. His awe at the ecstasy their lovemaking was creating, respect and fondness for her, and intense passion to consume and protect her. That care undid her and she returned it by dropping her shield, allowing her emotions to flood him with a gentle nudge. Sylvain’s eyes flew open when her emotions hit him. Consumed with the passion they felt in each other, for each other, they watched as they peaked.
“Mon chérie,” Sophie said, between deep breaths as he lay collapsed on top of her, “I’ve been missing out on a lot.”
“Then I better make sure that you catch up for lost time,” Sylvain replied, smiling broadly before he lowered his mouth.
Chapter 10
They materialized
at Papillion Plantation. Sylvain took Sophie’s hand and brought her to his side. “Something’s not right,” Sylvain stated.
“Sure something’s not right,” replied Sophie, frowning. “I’m late for the pre-wedding powwow and I’m sure Conall is waiting for you, too. I’ve never been late before.”
“You’re not sorry, are you?” Sylvain teased.
Sophie reddened and swatted his arm playfully. “Of course not, but they’ll know.”
“Know what?” Sylvain’s eyes twinkled as he continued to tease her. The steel spikes Sophie shot from her eyes only resulted in broadening Sylvain’s grin. “Sophie, we’re consenting adults and there is nothing to be embarrassed about. And if anything, they’ll probably celebrate it.” Sophie miraculously reddened more. “Ah, that’s what the issue is. Ma chérie, there is nothing you or I can do about the good-natured teasing of your friends. The great thing is that you and I get to forget about their teasing in the most inventive ways later on.”
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