by Marie Medina
“Good. I can't have you feeling neglected ever again.” He stroked her cheek. “I can't wait for our wedding day.”
“Neither can I.” She got out of bed and extended her hand. He took it and stood up. “Where are we going?”
“My bedroom. You expressed some interest in the contents of a certain drawer, I believe.”
His cock responded right away, and he pulled her against his body so she could feel it.
“Hmmm. We might not need them, really,” she said, rubbing her pussy against his cock.
He lifted her into his arms. “You'll never need them ever again, but I think we need to go check them out.”
“Do we?”
He carried her out into the hall. “Oh yes.” He took her down the stairs and headed for her bedroom. “For my own education. I'm sure I can learn a lot about how to please you.”
“You don't need anything to help you. You're prefect.”
He threw her on the bed and spread her legs. He blew on her clit and then licked her. “That might be true, but I'd still like to try.” He licked her again. “I'd like to try everything.”
She sat up and brought his mouth to hers for a soft kiss, and then she whispered, “Bottom drawer, next to the tub.”
He kissed her one last time before going into the bathroom. He opened the drawer and raised his eyebrows. “I hope you don't have any plans. This could take all morning!”
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Epilogue
“The towers were actually built in the nineteenth century. They were meant to be part of a restoration effort after the castle lay in ruin for centuries, but they aren't very accurate,” Dominic said as he and Sophia stood looking up at Castle Frankenstein.
Sophia leaned back as far as she could to look up at the tower in front of her. The delight on her face pleased Dominic. He put his hand on the small of her back and touched his lips to her neck. “Don't fall. You don't want to spend the rest of the trip in bed, do you?”
“That wouldn't be too terrible a fate.” She turned and kissed him. “Let's go up.”
They entered the castle and made their way up, navigating around a few other tourists. They passed one family with three children, and the teenage girl trailed behind her two younger brothers with her nose stuck in a copy of Frankenstein.
Dominic poked Sophia in the ribs, and then he let his fingers wander up to stroke the underside of her breast once they were alone. “This is what I get for giving you books all the time. I end up spending my honeymoon on a literary tour of Europe.”
She went into his arms as they admired the view of the valley. “You saying I'm a bad tour guide?”
He kissed her hair. “Of course not.”
“I am, really. You're the one with the wealth of knowledge.”
“Years spent alone lend themselves to lots of reading.”
She nestled her head under his chin. “You aren't alone anymore, and you never will be again.” She turned and walked to the other side to see the view from there. “Tell me more.”
He joined her and looked down at the people milling below them. “Well, you probably know about Johann Conrad Dippel, the famous alchemist rumored to dig up corpses and try to bring them back to life.”
She laughed. “Rough being a scientist back then. You think he really did anything like that?”
“Probably not. He collected bones and blood, but most men in his field would have done so. There's a much more romantic legend though that you've probably never heard.” He moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “A dragon was terrorizing the town, and they were going to sacrifice their most beautiful maiden to appease it. Her name was Annemarie, and she was known as the ‘Rose of the Valley.’ A knight named George was in love with her and saved her from the dragon.”
“Were those people real?”
“How do you know the dragon wasn't real?”
She laughed. “I'd probably believe anything if you told me to.”
He tightened his arms around her. “They might have been based on real people, but it's probably just another version of Saint George slaying the dragon.”
“I like the romantic version.”
“Of course you do. You're a romantic.”
“I do live a pretty enchanted life.” She looked around and then turned in his arms. She ran her hands up his chest. “My every wish is granted by the sexy beast who crawls into my bed at night.”
He groaned and pressed her closer. “You bring it out in me. It's completely your fault.” He captured her mouth in a deep kiss. His lips trailed down her neck. “You keep telling a man he's a beast, and you give him little choice but to make you his prey.”
She sighed under his touch. “We can come back and eat in the restaurant later, can't we?”
He pulled away and looked down at her. “You don't want to now?”
She licked her lips. “I'm hungry for something else now. We should go back to the hotel.”
“Mmmm. I'm such a corrupting influence.” He took her hand and led her back to the stairs.
“I wouldn't have you any other way.”
He kissed her hand and held it against his heart, which swelled with love because he knew she truly meant every word.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Marie Medina was born in northern New England and raised by her pale, mysterious godfather in a dark gothic mansion on the edge of her small, sleepy town. He didn't turn out to be a Bronte hero or a vampire, as she thought when she was very young, but he is her best friend and the standard by which she measures all her heroes (and suitors). She has been writing since the age of eleven and has no intention of stopping anytime soon.
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