by Audra Hart
“Love, if you don’t figure it out on your own very soon, I will have to explain it. Fair enough?” he asks gently. “I don’t like keeping things from you, but I have been down this road before. Just telling you these things is painful for you. You have to remember them on your own.”
She nods, then walks over to pick up her toiletries bag, and says, “I need a shower, would you care to join me?” she asks with a wicked gleam in her eye.
“Yes,” he says, “As soon as I call Breena,” he laughs
“You can’t, she still on her flight. Look, if I successfully broke the connection to this Aideen, then I surely broke the connection to Breena as well,” Morna points out.
“Good point,” he concedes. And scoops her up and carries her into the bathroom. He sets her on her feet by the tub. He eyeballs the huge tub with the jets, and says, “I vote for the tub, how about you?”
Morna laughs and says, “I don’t care. I want you with or without the water, you know that.” She giggles like a young girl as she starts unbuttoning his shirt.
“Be good,” he admonishes. “Let me run the bath water.”
She smiles and reaches down to fish her toothpaste and toothbrush out of her bag. Then saunters over to the sink to brush her teeth. Once she’s finished cleaning her teeth, she examines the scar on her face. Then pulls her sweater off to look at her arm. She is pleasantly surprised at how much the scars are fading. Luca comes up behind her and wraps his arms around her waist, resting his hands on her muffin top as he nestles his head next to hers. They are looking at each other in the mirror when he says, “You up for another treatment, or have you had enough torture for one day?”
“Please, let’s give it another go. I guess I am vain enough to want to make them fade as much as possible. I don’t like the constant reminders of the crash on my very face. But honestly looking at them doesn’t pain me as much as it did when I thought the children were forever lost to me.”
“That makes sense to me,” he says. “I am glad to be of service to your uh, what did you call it? Vanity? As if you even possess an ounce of vanity.” He laughs, then unhooks her bra and kisses her back where the strap has left a red mark. He lovingly trails his fingers along the red mark, moving slowly towards the front of her body. Her quiet, sincere voice diverts his attention from her luscious body.
“Luca there is one thing that I am very vain about,” she confesses.
He raises his head from nipping at her throat with his icy lips and meets her eyes in the mirror, clearly surprised by what she said, “And what would that be, my dear?” he asks skeptically.
“Simple,” she says, “I have great pride and vanity because you love me so much. I have always felt that way, ever since the very first time you confessed your love for me when I was teaching you Spell Weaver lore. Do you remember? You were every bit of twenty one years old. We were having lessons under that ancient oak tree I loved so much. We decided to take a break. We were just lying there side by side in the grass, enjoying a beautiful day, when you asked me, “Morna, is it improper that I love you?”
“And you said, ‘I hope not, because I love you too’,” he says with a smile. “Yes my darling I remember it well. And I understand that kind of vanity and pride, because I have it too.”
Then he kisses her cheek and says, “Do you realize, you just remembered something personal from before the attack in the glen?” he asks.
“Wonderful,” she whispers. “But you know what? I also remember what we did after we declared our love, and I would very much like to do something like it again. Minus the whole virgin drama, I mean” Morna chuckles at that memory.
“Morna! I didn’t know you were a virgin. You were a beautiful, mature Immortal woman. Baby, you were gorgeous and ninety-two years old. It seemed impossible to me that you had never made love to a man before that day. I had had plenty of opportunities to see how the men of our Guild went out of their way trying to impress you and catch your eye. You were a much sought after woman. I had no reason to expect you were an innocent at that kind of love. In fact, I might never have been brave enough to love you like that if I had known. I didn’t feel worthy of such a precious gift.” Luca admits honestly.
“Why not? I had been saving it for you.” Morna says with a joyous smile.
Luca’s heart swells at those words, the truth he knows they convey. He kisses her gently and then he starts teasing her neck with his ice cold lips below her right earlobe. He slowly, painstakingly works his way down her neck, onto her shoulder, where he turns her around to face him so he can undo her jeans. She kicks her sneakers off while he is undoing the zipper. He trails kisses down her tummy, over her pubic mound and down her left leg as he strips the jeans from her body. She raises each foot in response to taps from him. Once he gets the jeans off her body completely, he wads up the bulky fabric and tosses them over his shoulder, and they laugh when they hear them bounce off the wall.
He starts to lovingly kiss her soft belly and trails kisses down over her mound, and inhales deeply. He rubs his right hand between her legs and growls hotly at the moisture he feels clinging to the crotch of the panties. He slowly peels her panties off of her body and returns his mouth to that hot, wet spot between her legs. He gently kisses her engorged lips and moans, “Morna, I want to lie you down on this floor right now and bury my mouth between your legs, to lick and suck and nibble…until you can’t stand it any longer!”
Morna almost chokes at his words. With every word he had uttered her heart raced a little faster, and blood pounded into the very spot he had so passionately spoke of. “I want that too,” she whispers so quietly that even Luca can barely make it out. The need and longing that they know they share tears at their hearts but also binds them even tighter to each other.
Luca rises and kisses her gently on her trembling lips and says, “I do so love you woman. You truly know that right?’ Morna moans into his mouth and then nods wordlessly. Her heart is in her throat and words completely fail her, but her eyes tell him everything.
He picks her up and carries her over to the tub. He gently puts her in the water and starts taking his own clothes off. Morna shakes her head to recover her wits about her. She looks up to her mate and watches as he undresses. “Hmmm,” she says, “and show too.”
“Well love, it’s just all part of the service,” he grins and then winks at her.
“Well join me quickly then if you want a good review of services rendered,” she says and winks back at him. He slips into the water, and says, “It’s not that warm, I will cool this off in no time.” He reaches out and flips the tab to allow some of the water to drain out before sealing the drain again and turning the hot water on. “Let me know if that is too hot,” he says.
He is seated beside her in the wide tub. She snuggles into him and says, “Gee this is an awesome tub, wide enough for cuddling. That’s not to say that the giant claw-foot tub in our home isn’t great, this is just a different kind of great,” she sighs contentedly. He suddenly twists around and kisses her passionately. She is little taken off guard, and she looks at him with questioning eyes, and says, “What brought that on?”
“You called the house at Chatsfield corner ‘our home.’ That is sweet music to my ears love,” he answers sincerely.
“My home is where ever you are Luca, you know that,” she says.
“Yes, I know that but it is nice to hear you use the words.” And kisses her again and draws her over on top of him. She giggles, and then resumes kissing him, reveling in the close contact with the cold hardness of his eager lips and his body under hers. He reaches behind her and caresses her ample butt, kneading her willing flesh, pushing her closer into him. His powerful erection throbs against her thigh with his own need. He works his way up, kneading and massaging the flesh of her low back.
She chuckles, and says against his mouth, “Sneaking a little PT in are we?”
He laughs too, and says, “Yes, I guess I was. I just don’t want you to be in any
pain Morna.”
She pulls back and smiles. “No woman on God’s earth has ever been good enough to deserve a man like you,” she says with feeling.
He uses his foot to shut off the hot water as he says, “Not true.” And then he reaches out to turn on the jets in the tub.
Morna enjoys the pulsating water from the jets on her body. But she rises up a little and says, “Well we could debate this or we could wash each other and then go to bed and make love. I opt for the latter.”
He chuckles and says, “Right again, my love.” She again rests her head against his hard chest. He picks up her body wash and dribbles a little on her back and starts working up a lather from her shoulders, down past her buttocks. Then he loops one arm around her waist and gently flips them over in the water. He uses the bath puff to scrub her gently from neck to knee, paying special attention to her breasts and tummy.
Then he leans in and teases her right nipple with his hard lips. He murmurs into her flesh, “You don’t how much I wish I could take these beautiful globes into my mouth and suck on them hard.”
Her body shivers at the minute thrill of fear and overwhelming passion that his words engender in her heart and mind as she thinks about his razor sharp, venomous teeth. And for a fleeting moment a vivid image flashes through her mind of his dangerous teeth tearing into her body, changing her forever. She is shocked that she doesn’t feel any fear or revulsion at the prospect, but a sense of rightness instead. A wild, fleeting thought scurries through her mind; “When he changes you, he won’t feel so cold and he can suck, nibble, lick and bite till your hearts are content.” She sighs wistfully, and then gives herself and mental shake and attends to his words so that she can answer him coherently; “I think I have a pretty good idea darling. You always make our loving good for me, but I am sure you miss being able to use your mouth on my body like you could before the attack,” she replies softly, trying to keep the deep sense of loss she feels out of her voice.
“You always taste like honey and sunshine. I truly miss eating my fill,” he says. “I guess that is why I am always slipping little licks in here and there. Just to get a tiny taste. It’s selfish, because I know my tongue makes your skin sting, but sometimes I just can’t help it.”
“It is not selfish at all my love,” she insists. “The slight burn and sting creates an amazing sensation, and definitely adds to the intense pleasure you stir in my body. It intensifies my arousal, and I really do like it Luca. ” Morna watches him closely. She can see the regret plainly on his face and says, “I’ll weave the iron-lion spell.”
“No love. I want us both to be able to feel everything that passes between us. You have told me so many times that the spell interferes too much.” Luca says softly. But he looks away for a split second and there is a slightly shuttered look to his eyes when he looks back. She knows he is trying to keep his own regret from showing. This unspoken, but shared sense of loss between cuts to the bone.
She draws his face up to hers, and kisses him passionately. Then she darts her tongue out and gently traces across his upper lip, barely resisting the urge to force her way through his lips to his venomous teeth, and then traces his lips again, going in the opposite direction across his lower lip. He groans with intense pleasure. She then whispers, “Do it to me. When the skin is intact and not weakened in anyway, the venom has no lasting effect. Do it darling, it’s better than nothing right? We enjoyed it at the little house… Right?”
“Morna, we enjoyed a good many things at the little house that we probably should not have. I am not sure exposure to too much venom is a good idea,” he says gruffly.
Morna smiles. She knows it is his own need making his voice gruff and not anger. “Darling we are in the bath tub, it will wash off before it has much chance to absorb. Try my neck or my breast, my tummy, try wherever, just try. Let me give you back some of what you give to me,” she insists. She sighs when he resists and says, “I’ll just weave the iron-lion. I hate it you deny yourself all of the time.”
He shakes his head no and then kisses her again lingeringly then drops down slowly to her neck. It is perfect, no thinning or weakness of any kind in the tissue. He swirls his tongue over her flesh enjoying her taste, reveling in the scent and taste of her skin. He inhales deeply to savor the scent of his blood that further arouses his passion for her. He groans in intense pleasure. She arches her neck up to meet his cold tongue, savoring the tingle and slight burn. Then he cups a little water in his hand and flushes the area, and holds his cold skin of his hand against in case it stings.
“Luca, you don’t have to rinse it off right away, I really enjoy the tingle and slight burn. I promise darling,” she assures him.
He pulls back in looks her in the eyes, “I don’t want to hurt you Morna.”
She smiles at him, “I promise, if it hurts, I will tell you. Fair enough?” she asks.
“Are you sure?” he asks uncertainly.
“I am sure,” she vows with a wanton smile. “I want this too, Luca.”
He starts trailing kisses down from her neck to her right breast, where he teases the nipple with his lips, then darts his tongue out to tease around the hard peak, and delicately laps at the brown circle surrounding the peak. As the sweet burn sets in she arches her body up to meet his tongue and moans deeply. He moves over to her left breast where he encircles the nipple with his tongue a few times then flicks his tongue repeatedly across the hard peak, causing currents of desire to shock her body clean down to her very core.
She entwines her fingers in his hair, not wanting him to stop. He laps around the majority of her breast with his tongue. He tugs hard at the hard, pebbled nipples with his lips. Finally, fearing he has done too much, he brings his wet hands up to cup both breasts and rinse them off with the bath water.
Morna chuckles and says, “Don’t think that I don’t know what you did there darling. You are so gentle, so caring. But right now, I want you to be a little daring, a little selfish, do what would satisfy you. Please. I am not asking you to risk biting me with your teeth. I wouldn’t ask that of you. But the amounts of venom on your tongue are minute. It won’t cause me any harm. Unless you just aren’t enjoying this, then by all means just stop. There’s many other ways we can enjoy each other. But I thought you wanted to taste me.”
“Oh God, I do Morna!” Luca groans. “You know I am enjoying it, I just don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me, now taste all you want. It gives us both immense pleasure, relax and indulge a little,” she urges him calmly.
He goes back to her left breast and swirls his tongue around the nipple again. Morna groans in intense satisfaction. He trails his tongue down her belly and traces tiny designs on her skin. Morna’s skin burns slightly and tingles in the wake of his tongue. She finds it a very pleasurable sensation. The heat in her body is rising dramatically. He puts his hands on her hips and raises her out of the water a little more. Trailing his cold tongue lower and lower.
Then he sets her up on the back of the tub so that she can lean against the wall for support. He opens her legs, and looks up into her eyes again and says, “You promise that you will tell me if it hurts?” She nods mutely, eagerly awaiting the cold tongue and slight sting she knows is coming. She puts her hands behind his head and draws him closer to her eager and most tender flesh. He manipulates her clitoris with his hard lips, and then he pulls the outer lips of her labia back gently with his fingers so that he can see her swollen clit. He moans deeply as the sight and smell of her in her arousal. Then he flicks his tongue out and wetly swashes over the little nub repeatedly.
Morna moans, and whispers, “Yes,” as she is swallowed up in wave after wave of ecstasy. She shifts her position enough to put her thighs on his shoulders. Luca moves his hands up to caress her thighs as he eagerly continues to lap at her center.
He withdraws his tongue and places several kisses with his cold lips on the exposed, aroused button of flesh. Then he slides his hard cold tongu
e along the inner folds of her labia. Morna treasures the intense burn and sting, as her excitement builds to a fever pitch. He inhales deeply and slowly inserts his tongue into the depth of her. Wiggles it around in there for a couple of seconds, tasting her juices. They moan in unison, and she arches her pelvis to try to allow him deeper access.
Then he withdraws his tongue and replaces it with the thumb of his right hand. He returns his tongue to her clitoris and works it feverishly as his thumb rhythmically works in and out of her hot, fragrant wetness. He removes his thumb and replaces it with his icy tongue, savoring her taste. Then he draws back, reluctantly and re-inserts his hard, cold thumb. He resumes his in and out motions, pushing slightly deeper and upwards just a little with each thrust of this thumb. Teasing the sweet spot inside. He continues to tease her clitoris with his tongue. She can feel her climax building, getting ready to burst forth.
She is moaning loudly, her breathing is ragged and she is holding his head as tightly as she can, trying to draw his mouth back to her burning, eager flesh. As soon he detects the slightest contraction of her vaginal muscles, he removes his thumb. He eagerly laps at the opening with hard tongue, then plunges it deeply to savor hot, wet flood he knows is coming. She bucks into his mouth twice before he draws back.
Morna struggles to resist the temptation to hold his mouth in place with her hands and her strong thighs. “DON’T STOP, LUCA! PLEASE, DON’T STOP!” she demands urgently. He continues to lave her sex for several long moments before he kisses her engorged flesh several times before he slowly eases her back into the bath water. Leaving her legs spread apart to allow the water to gain access to her delicate flesh to wash away the trace amounts of venom he knows he has left there.
He draws her body to him and rests his icy cheek on her chest to listen to her heart race as she wraps her arms around his shoulders. He savors the closeness of the woman he loves more than life itself as he basks in the glory of the gift she has given him. Once her heart finally slows down to a more normal pace and her breathing has leveled off, he raises up and kisses her precious lips and tells her, “Thank you my love, that was beautiful gift you shared with me.”