Chapter 26
Christophe watched
Fiona as she wandered through the palace and the grounds,
exclaiming over and over in wonder like a child. His facial muscles
felt strained from the unfamiliar smiles. Everything held for her
the joy of discovery, from the tapestries on the walls to the
throne room to the kitchens. Even the taste of her first Atlantean
blushberries, which she savored so sensuously that it made his cock
harden in his pants.
He could tell by the
way her eyes flew open and her cheeks turned pink that she
remembered exactly where she’d heard the fruit’s name
before.
“Oh! You
said—”
“Yes, I said,” he
agreed, stalking her around one of the smaller garden fountains.
“I’d like to say it again. Would you like to make love in
Atlantis?”
“Here?” She looked
around, almost as if she were considering it, but then she shook
her head. “No, of course not. What if someone came along and saw
us?”
“They’d be
jealous?”
Her lips curved.
“Funny, but no.”
“I was thinking my
rooms, Princess.”
“Don’t call me that.
There are too many princesses in our lives. Riley and now Maeve.
It’s just odd.”
“Neither of them are
my princess.” He pulled her in for a
long, deep kiss and only released her when they were both
breathless. “My rooms?”
“Your
rooms.”
They didn’t run, as
much as he would have liked to, but walked at a barely more than
normal rate of speed up the staircase and through the hallways of
the palace, until they came to the warriors’ wing and threw open
the door to Christophe’s suite of rooms.
“What do you think?”
He figured it wouldn’t be very impressive to her. After all, she
lived in a mansion, and he only had a few rooms. But they were
pretty nice rooms, after all. He did live in a palace. The view
from the balcony was stupendous.
She ran across the
room and opened the glass-and-crystal-paned doors. “Oh, Christophe.
This is absolutely magnificent.”
He followed more
slowly, enjoying the view of her lovely round bottom as she bent
over the waist-high barrier and looked down. “The gardens are
lovely from here, too. What a wonderful place to live. You are so
lucky.”
He fitted his body
against hers from behind and put his arms around her. “You live in
a mansion, my ninja. You’re pretty lucky yourself.”
“We survived a
vampire attack, too,” she reminded him. “We’re both pretty
lucky.”
“That’s skill. Not my
first vampire attack.” He kissed his way down the side of her neck,
enjoying her shivers, and then he slowly reached around in front of
her and unfastened her silk trousers.
“Christophe,” she
gasped, capturing his hand. “What are you doing? Someone could
see.”
“Not unless they can
see through walls, and there’s not a single recorded incidence of
that in the history of Atlantis.” He pointed to the walls dividing
his balcony from its neighbors and then to the solid barrier in
front, which covered her completely from toes to just under her
waist.
“Nobody can see me do
this, for example,” he whispered in her ear as he slid his hand
down her silken belly to find the nest of curls between her thighs.
“Or this,” as his hand moved even lower, and he traced her clitoris
ever so lightly with the tip of his finger.
Her sharply indrawn
breath was her only reply, so he nibbled the edge of her ear and
whispered a few suggestions as to what he’d like to do to her. She
stood perfectly still, except for pushing her hips back until his
cock was nestled against the sweetly firm cheeks of her
still-covered ass.
“I want to hold your
breasts in my hands.”
“No, someone might
see,” she said breathlessly. “We should go inside.”
“We will. But first I
want to watch you come in the bright magic of Atlantean sunlight.”
With that he slid his fingers farther down, until they touched her
liquid heat. He coated his finger in the slick wetness and then
rubbed up and along her clit again, causing her to buck against
him.
“Christophe, I
can’t—we can’t—”
“Oh, yes, we can,” he
said, tilting his head to take her mouth. He kissed her long and
hard while his fingers continued their play, until she started
shaking in his arms.
“Now, please, I want
you inside me,” she whispered against his mouth.
“Your wish is my
command.” He unfastened his own pants and then pulled hers down as
he leaned forward slightly, bending her just the tiniest bit over
the rail.
“Now, you said,” he
reminded her. He plunged the thick head of his cock into her silken
sheath and she bit her lip against crying out. Then, slowly, ever
so slowly, inch by blissful inch, he entered her, his body barely
moving, until his cock was so deep inside her that he felt like
part of her. He stood perfectly still, unmoving, as she clenched
around him, and then his fingers resumed their rhythmic stroking on
her swollen clit.
“You have to move,”
she whispered. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“That’s the idea,” he
said, alternating pressure with his fingers. Firm, then gentle.
Rapidly, then slowly.
“Oh, no. There’s
someone coming.” There was real panic in her voice, so Christophe
reminded her that nobody could see her from the waist down,
especially from the ground below.
“Hail, Christophe,”
the man called up. It was one of the palace gardeners. “You owe me
another chance at darts.”
“Soon,” he promised,
waving to the man in hopes he’d get the hint and move on. Which he
did, thank Poseidon.
Fiona collapsed
forward onto her folded arms, which rested on the balcony ledge. “I
can’t believe that I—that we—oh.”
“Well, we didn’t yet,
but we’re going to, now.” He withdrew a little and then, grasping
her hip with the hand not busy driving her to an exquisite madness,
he thrust into her, hard. “I told you nobody can see
you.”
“Of course. Nobody
can see me. Why didn’t I think of that?”
A split second later,
she disappeared, for all intents and purposes. He stood holding her
ass, his cock buried in her warm, sweet heat, but all he could see
of her was a swirl of light and shadow.
It was simultaneously
the oddest and most erotic experience of his life.
“I won’t come without
being able to see your beautiful face, but that doesn’t mean I
can’t make an invisible woman have an orgasm right here on my
balcony,” he said, teasing her, his fingers stroking harder
now.
She bucked against
him, frantic now, trying to get him to move, but he laughed and
held her still against him, barely pulsing his cock in tiny
movements inside her. The rhythm of his motion matched that of his
fingers, and it took only seconds more for her to reach her climax,
spasming around his cock like a velvet glove. He nearly came then
himself, but instead he lifted her by the bottoms of her thighs so
that he was carrying her in almost a seated position in front of
him. He made it to the bed in seconds and gently lowered her to her
hands and knees and then took a firm grip on her hips and released
the power he’d been holding back.
He drove into her,
over and over, and she let go of her shadows so he could see every
gorgeous inch of her. Her luscious ass rocked with his motion and
she’d thrown her head back so her hair trailed along the curve of
her pale, perfect back.
“More?” He sped up,
thrusting harder and faster. “Do you want more of me?”
“All of you,” she
said breathlessly. “I want all of you.”
He bent down and
pressed a kiss to her spine. “I want all of you, too, Lady Fiona
Campbell.”
She cried out, coming
again, and he thrust into her, over and over, riding the wave of
her orgasm to his own. They collapsed in the bed, exhausted and
safe, and she almost immediately fell asleep. He, however, lay
awake for a long time, again contemplating the irony of humanity,
his most hated foe, giving him such a gift.