Arielle Immortal Fury (The Immortal Rapture Series Book 6) (9 page)

“What is it, baby?” Sebastian asked, watching her quizzically.

“I’ve never seen the inside of a private jet before. It’s absolutely incredible!” Arielle had been on many flights and in many planes,
but
this one didn’t look like anything she’d ever seen before. The inside
was
set up more like a luxurious home than an airplane. She walked
slowly, in awe of the surroundings.

 “Sir.” They both turned at Sarah’s voice. “Would you like a
drink before takeoff?”

“Yes, please, Sarah, I’ll have a martini, and Arielle will have a glass of Haut-Brion.”

“Very well, sir,” she replied politely, moving about the cabin with ease.

“Do you want to take a look around before we take our seats?” Sebastian asked softly. She nodded eagerly.

He clasped her hand and pulled her through the main cabin that
contained several comfortable-looking sofas and reclining seats. Drop tables connected to each seat made it easy for people to have drinks or to write. Moving further down the aisle, she saw a
boardroom with iTouch screens, computers, and phones for meetings and conference calls. Further back there were two bedrooms with and two baths.

Are you kidding me?
She was in shock. Luxurious bars occupied the center spaces of all the rooms with liquor and chilled champagne. At least one flat screen telly graced each room.
Good
God! This is absolutely
wild.
She was filled with excitement. She finally walked back and
stood in front of him, eyes full of exhilaration.

“Whose plane is this?” Arielle asked quietly. She was sure of the answer, but she needed to hear him say it. He stayed silent but gave her a piercing look.

“Do you like it?” he asked.

“I love it! But whose plane is it?”

 Sarah appeared holding the drinks. Sebastian took the glasses and handed the wine to Arielle.

“Thank you, Sarah. That will be all.” She turned around and disappeared
behind a partition. Sebastian turned to look at Arielle. “Where were we, baby?”

Arielle took a small sip and let out a soft sigh. “Mmm, it’s really good,” she said softly as she swirled her wine around the glass. She shook her head, thinking that she should remain silent but couldn’t resist, because that was not her nature. Her mind was spinning with the same question.
Just how rich is he?

“Sebastian,” she said.

“Yes, love?”

“All things aside, whose plane is this?” she asked again,
watching him carefully. Her face must have shown him her stubborn wish to find out the truth.

He remained still for a few moments, and then finally replied, “It’s mine, Arielle. It’s mine…and now it’s yours,” he said meekly. “Happy birthday, baby!”

Arielle gulped and nearly choked in her own spit. She turned and looked around carefully one more time, and then very slowly and very cautiously, she turned back. She gazed into his brilliant
eyes.

“Seriously, Sebastian, whose plane is this?”

“Arielle, you are going to have to start listening when I’m
talking to
you,” he said. “The jet is mine, and now it’s yours. Everything I
have,
everything I own, including my very soul, belongs to you,” he said in a firm voice. “We did not use the jet when we went to Italy,
because it was used my executive team for business out of the country.”

Crimson color shaded her cheeks “Bu—but...um,” she
stammered. The captain’s voice brought her out of her confused haze.

“Sir, we’re ready to take off.”

“Take a seat, baby, and put on your seat belt,” Sebastian said. He brushed his lips on hers and took a seat across from her, fastening his own seat belt. Arielle did as he said, still a bit stunned. The plane rolled down the runway, and soon they were airborne.

“What are you thinking?” he asked, watching Arielle intently.
She was quiet. “Do I need to remove that necklace?” he asked softly.

She bit down on her lower lip. “No, you don’t need to do that,” she said. She reached up and placed her hand protectively over the
amulet. Sebastian smiled, following the movement with his eyes. She ran her
tongue slowly over her dry lips and rested her eyes on his amazing
face. She was trying hard to come out with her next question.

“Arielle, what is it?”

“How rich are you exactly?” she asked. Sebastian seemed
surprised at the question, and then he burst into laughter.

“Is that what’s bothering you?”

“Well?” she mumbled, “I’m a bit curious. People don’t receive birthday presents like you give. At least not the people I know.”
Their gazes were locked. The corners of his mouth lifted in that amazing smile that always captivated her.

He looked as if he was uncomfortable in answering her question, but he finally said, “Very.” And that was all he said.

“Sebastian!”

“Yes, baby.” His voice betrayed his amusement.

“Exactly how very is ‘very’?” she asked again.

He laughed out loud this time. Unclasping their safety belts, he took her hand and pulled her onto his lap and into his embrace. 

“Are you ever going to tell me how rich you are?” she asked, breathing in his immortal scent.

“We—
we
—
are,” he started to say, but he stopped. Piercing through her eyes he said in a very serious voice, “Arielle, I don’t like to talk about money. All I can tell you is that you are never going to
want for
anything. You can have anything you want, you can go anywhere
you
desire, and you can be whatever you want to be. Money will never
be an issue for you or your family.” Arielle decided to let it go.

“All I want to have is
you
,” she said. “All I want to do is be with
you
. Anywhere I go, I want to go with
you.
And all I want to be is
your wife
.”
She felt moisture in her eyes as the sincerity of her words touched
her soul. Her words seemed to be doing the same thing to Sebastian. He was watching her with an expression of enchantment.

He moved them to a large sofa, keeping her on his lap. His hands came up and cupped her face, pulling her down for a
scorching kiss.
They chatted for a long time, enjoying each other’s warmth.
Sebastian
was excited about his surprise and he couldn’t wipe the grin off his
face.

“Why are you so gleeful?” she asked.

“Arielle, you have absolutely no idea how much I love you. You
have no idea what you have done for me and how you have changed my whole life. I adore you unequivocally, and becoming your
husband has become my sole desire, my sole purpose in this life.” Lost in his amazing words, she was shocked to hear the captain’s voice.

“Sir, we have arrived. Please prepare for landing.” Sebastian moved Arielle off of his lap and set her next to him. He reached around her and pulled the seat belt from the back of the sofa. She
clipped it on. He did the same, never taking his eyes off of her face.

“We have arrived!” she exclaimed, repeating the captain’s
words. “Wait, where have we arrived?” she finally asked.

Sebastian shrugged his shoulders smiling and kept quiet. It
wasn’t long before the plane came to a complete stop.

Sarah appeared again, smiling politely. “Did you have a good flight?” she asked Arielle.

“Yes, thank you, it was great.”

A few minutes later, the captain walked out of the cockpit and opened the door.

“After you,” she heard Sebastian say, chuckling. Arielle walked slowly to the door and out into a clear fog. She made her way down
the five steps. As soon as she stepped on the tarmac, she looked up and her mouth dropped. Her eyes fell on the bright, colorful sign
that read ‘Vienna International Airport.’

“Vienna? Vienna!” she cried out. She felt Sebastian’s arms
around her, and the soft touch of his lips on her cheek.

“Happy birthday, baby!” She twisted around and fell in his arms in tears.

“Oh…my…God,” she cried out. “This is amazing!”

“I’m glad to see you are surprised,” he said softly.

“Sebastian!”

“Yes, darling.” He was watching her, but she was now lost for words. Sebastian thanked Tony and Sarah, who were both standing at the top of the ladder watching Arielle’s excitement. Sebastian
waved at
them and told them they would be back in a few hours. They
nodded and wished them a fun time.

Sebastian pulled her softly toward a limo that was waiting a few feet away. Arielle shook her head, convinced that she was dreaming, but his presence next to her convinced her it was real.

Dinner was at one of the most beautiful restaurants in Vienna. They dined in a private room for two. To her surprise, Sebastian enjoyed a complete meal and had a couple of glasses of wine with
her. He kept smiling throughout dinner, making comments about how incredible it was. She kept looking at him with disbelief.

Leaning over, he said, “I can enjoy human food just as much as the next guy.” He let out a soft laugh.

“Come on, Sebastian,” she whispered. “I know that you don’t
like the taste of human food, so why do you do this? I don’t care if we go out for dinner.”

“But I care. I don’t want anything to be different for you. I want
it to be the same as if you were with any other guy,” he whispered
back, wincing at the thought of her with another man.

“Um…in case you haven’t noticed, you aren’t just any other guy.
Everything is different being with you, and I like every part of that. So don’t do it for me, because I’m happy just being with you,” she said, keeping her voice quiet. He smiled wide and leaned closer to press a soft kiss on her lips. When the dinner was over, he pulled a
little black box out of his pocket and set it in front of her.

“What’s this?” she asked, surprised.

“Just a little something from me.” He chuckled.

“Sebastian! What am I going to do with you?”

“Anything you want to do, I’m game!” He winked at her.

“But you can’t keep doing this,” she said with a firm voice. “It
makes
me feel bad. I could never give you anything like this. Please,
Sebastian, all I want is you, nothing more.”

“Arielle, you have me. Besides, I haven’t even started giving you
things,” he said. “This is what makes me happy, so you have to let
me do this.”

She took the box and flipped it open. The sight of a beautiful
tennis
bracelet made her gulp. The bracelet looked expensive, and it
definitely had the flare of another era.

“Oh, my… How beautiful! Did you have this made?”

“No, this actually belonged to my mother,” he said softly. Arielle was speechless. She looked up at him with teary eyes.

“Are you sure you want me to have this?” she asked. Her hands trembled.

“Arielle, you are all I will ever want. My lover, my friend, and my wife-to-be for all eternity, so yes, I want you to have this and everything else I own.”

“It’s absolutely amazing! I’m truly touched, especially now that I
have met your magnificent mother.” He smiled with pleasure. She was still staring at the bracelet when he reached over, took it out of the box, and placed it on her wrist. He pulled her closer and kissed
her, making
her forget about gifts and the world in general. All she could feel
was his breathtaking caress, and she sighed deeply.

On the return trip, the limo drove unhurriedly to the airport. Arielle was tired and fell asleep in his arms on the flight back. She couldn’t
remember much of the flight or the drive home. What she could
remember was thinking that she was hopelessly in love with
the man in her life.

Chapter 7

WHEN ARIELLE AWOKE,
the room was dark. There was just
enough
light to see the clock on the nightstand. It was five-thirty in the morning. Arielle smiled wide, thinking that it was officially her
birthday. She
stretched leisurely, pushing the covers away, and started to swing
her legs off the bed. A pair of strong hands reached out and pulled back. She fell into Sebastian's arms.

“Good morning, baby; happy birthday!” His lips found hers while his hands moved softly down her back. Slowly, they journeyed across her hips, spreading heat across her body. He pulled her closer, and his arms tightened around her like a steel vise as he rolled on
top of her.
She could see that he was aroused, and she willingly surrendered to his extraordinary lovemaking. It was when she finally laid on her back feeling sated that amazing thoughts flooded her head. Yesterday felt like a dream, something that only happened in films
and romance books. She blinked and turned on her side to make sure he was still there. She smiled upon seeing his beautiful Adonis face.