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“You’ll see.” Walking back through the church, Serina took Lucian through a back room. She opened a small door to an even smaller staircase. The opening barely allowed Lucian entrance. He squeezed his broad shoulders into the confines not much wider than a ladder grunting and groaning.
Climbing the stairs Lucian stopped a few steps down from his wife and shook his head.
“I see London. I see France. I see my wife’s wearing nothing under that skirt at a glance.” He slipped his hand up her thigh and pinched her bottom.
Serina stopped. Playing it up just a bit, she hiked her skirt well past her hips and finished her climb. The view left her husband doting over her little rump and her bigger sense of self.
“Oh you’re a tease.”
“Get up here, and we’ll see what else I am.” In the short amount of time it took Lucian to scale the remaining ten stairs, his little tease of a wife was stripped of every stitch of clothing she wore.
Ducking into the bell tower for lack of standing room, Lucian looked over the small space. A catwalk roughly three feet wide encompassed the bells. Splinters would be a worthy adversary, as the floorboards were made from rough unfinished pine.
“That was fast. What did you do? Wiggle your nose and wish yourself naked?”
“Lucian, if I could do that, you’d be in the same predicament. How long have we got till noon?”
“Why?” he asked both amused and aroused. With a quick glance at his timepiece, he answered, “Three minutes.”
“Quick, lose your trousers and then put that finely chiseled tool of yours to work right here.” Serina lay atop her clothing, pointing to a destination south of her belly button. She began to move her body in a suggestive manner, caressing her private lips as she waited, her impatience for some company testing her will.
Lucian was so taken at the images in front of him that he couldn’t move. All blood flow on his body diverted south, and the levee was getting ready to break.
“Pushy, aren’t we?”
“Time’s a ticking away, toots. You know I have patience problems.” She giggled. “Come on. I want us joined when the bells chime. It’s been a fantasy I’ve had for years.”
“Some say a person can go blind from too much sex. Not us. We’ll end up deaf. But who am I to deny you ecstasy?”
She shook her curls out. “There’s that vampire vanity I’ve heard tell of. Now...let’s see if you’re all talk or all action.”
Lucian accommodated his wife’s needs and fulfilled her fantasy, delivering a heated passion that rang louder than the bells.
On the twelfth chime and his twelfth pass through her thighs the deafening bells filled the air as Lucian’s hips stilled, the vibration of both the bells and their lovemaking lingered sweetly between them.
“That, St. James was a record,” Serina hollered.
Lucian yelled, too. “You said you wanted a quickie. Next time be careful for what you wish.”
She looked appalled.
He looked amused.
Lucian nudged his lips to the small crook of her neck and kissed her lightly. Without warning, he sent his new shiny fangs into her neck, and drank her in.
Serina’s orgasm started where Lucian’s left off. She wiggled her hips and pressed into him, trying to get a response from him.
Slowly breaking away from her, he licked his lips behind closed eyes. “M’lady, I love you more than life itself, but the whole quickie thing, the bells, you with nothing on under that dress…well, let’s just say I’m all chimed out. Are you upset?”
“No. It was fun. We can try it again tonight. When you return, we can fulfill one of your fantasies if you’d like.”
“M’lady, you are my fantasy, my wildest dream, my life, my love and my reality. Sadly, speaking of reality…”
Lucian escorted his blushing bride back through the church and passed her hand to Father Butler. “Take care of our girl while I’m away, Father.”
“I always have, Lucian. Go now and bring home your Duncan. We’ll all be here when you return.”
“What?” Lucian glanced to Serina seeing if she’d heard him.
Father repeated himself, watching both Lucian and Serina rub their ears and scratch their heads. “You two’ve been in the bell tower, haven’t you? There isn’t a sacred spot on this land you two haven’t covered.”
“What?” Serina asked.
Father Butler walked away making the sign of the cross over his chest.
With a cat-like crawl, Lucian snatched her body and whisked her to his.
“I love you, Serina St. James.” A breath away from kissing her, he told her, “Remember what I said in another lifetime? Death cannot separate us. Only time and circumstance. And since I’ve already covered the death part, now it’s just the time and circumstances.” Lucian covered his wife’s lips gently, loving every sensual cell of her that he came in contact with.
“Lucian, I—”
“I know, m’lady. Until tonight, my love.” He set her down and walked out of the church with André by his side.
A word about the author...
Jaclyn Tracey’s life began in merry old England on an American Air Force Base, giving her dual citizenship to both beautiful countries. Although she grew up as an only child, she is blessed with an amazing family she cherishes.
She grew up in Saratoga Springs, NY, where she met and married Steven, her best friend. They have been married twenty-four years. He is employed as an engineer, developing and manufacturing digital mammography detectors that are improving women’s health care. They have two beautiful children, Caitlyn and Christopher, who are now in college. Caitlyn and her pitbulls, Damon and Dalton, live in Delaware and Christopher goes to college locally.
Jaclyn graduated from Ellis School of Nursing as a Registered Nurse. She works for Living Resources, a community of dedicated people caring for the mentally disabled.
Her hobbies include hiking, skiing the bunny hill, four-wheeling in the winter with their jeep, traveling with her family and reading. Black-and-white photography was and still is one of her passions.
January 1, 2005, Jaclyn sat down and began writing
Eden’s Black Rose
, after the Boston Red Socks won the World Series. She figured if they could win the series, she could write a book. She’s grateful it didn’t take 86 years to get published! (Thank you, dear editor, Callie Lynn Wolfe, and The Wild Rose Press!) Oh, and for the record, she’s a loyal Yankees fan. Jaclyn belongs to a local chapter of the Romance Writers of America, the CR-RWA, and the RWA.
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