The Vampire Legacy; The New Queen Rises (20 page)

"But, maybe that was it," I whispered. He
closed his eyes and back away a bit. He was going to get up, tell
me that I was nuts, because why would we be a problem. "Quinn,
listen. After Julian told me that he loved me, that morning at
breakfast, I followed you down into the tunnel. I heard what you
said to him. That we weren't supposed to meet, let alone fall in
love, and that I was important to Victor. What did that mean,
important to him?"

Quinn sat there thinking for a moment, and
then he sat forward and covered his eyes with his hands. He sat in
silence, then suddenly, after that brief moment, he straightened up
and uncovered his eyes. He turned and looked at me with such shock
that I didn't think he would ever find his words.

"I know why you were so important to Victor
and the others. It has been sitting there in the back of my mind
and it just wouldn't come forward." He took my hand. "You weren't
supposed to meet Julian, or me for that matter. They knew that this
would happen, he wasn't supposed to love you, and you weren't
supposed to love him. It was the baby, the prince. If your
relationship with Julian had continued then you would have never
met Jack, and your son would have never been born. You were
important to Victor because he was important to Victor. Oh God Ash,
I could have stopped this. I could have stopped this whole thing,
but I didn't."

"You knew that Victor wanted to take my
baby?" I asked him. He nodded and reached out for me as I stood up
this time. "Then, you must have known about Jack."

"No, no, all I knew was that there was
someone that you were supposed to meet, someone that was supposed
to be the baby's father. He was picked out for you, so that your
son would be very powerful," he replied looking at me, pleading
with me to believe him.

My lips began to quiver and my chin began to
shake as the emotions started to build up. "If I had stayed here,
even if I had gotten in touch with Julian after we left, none of
this would have happened. You could have stopped this, Quinn. Why
didn't you say anything?" I asked him as the tears started pouring
out and I could do nothing to stop the heartache in my chest. "My
baby might die and all you had to do to prevent this was open your
damn mouth."

I could see that he was getting upset as I
paced around the room, with my hands on the sides of my head,
covering my ears, going over all the small details and telling
myself that if I had only done this or that, but I stopped and
looked at Quinn. I wanted to say something as I stared into those
dark eyes, something hurtful, something mean so that I wasn't the
only one hurting. He stood up and walked over to me, without
smiling, he put one hand on the back of my neck and one hand on my
cheek.

I looked up at him, wanting to hate him,
because there was no one else in the room to hate, but I couldn't.
I couldn't hate Quinn like that. It wasn't his fault, he hadn't
known better. He hadn't realized the immense importance of what he
had overheard, and he didn't know just how much it would affect him
in the future.

"I want to hate you right now," I told him
with a muffled voice. "I want to scream and hit, and make the world
feel the hate that I feel now, but I don't hate you. I can't hate
you, and I want too."

"You have the right," he said looking down at
me. I shook my head and held his hands where they were. "I wouldn't
blame you for hating me. If I were you, I'd hate me too." I reached
up and touched his face with my fingers and he closed his eyes and
seemed to lean into the feeling. "Oh please, Ash. I'm so
sorry."

I inhaled deeply, feeling my lungs quiver at
the sudden rush of air. Then, in a faint almost nonexistent
whisper, I told him how I felt.

"I love you, Quinn." He opened his eyes and
looked at me, then leaned down slowly, stopping just before he
reached my lips to look into my eyes, and then kissed me
warmly.

His lips pressed harder and his kiss became
quite passionate, then the feeling started to grow inside both of
us. He backed away, not from my lips, but from my body, creating a
space to tone it down but I pulled him closer. It became
overwhelming and he looked at me as his lips broke away from
mine.

"I don't think I could handle much more of
that," he sighed against my lips, unsuccessfully trying to fight
it.

"How much stronger would it be, skin to
skin?" I asked him, as his resistance slowly failed and his lips
began to tickle mine. He backed away for a second and we looked
each other in the eyes, then he kissed me with such force and want
that I almost lost my balance and grabbed onto his shirt for
support.

I sat back on the bed, dressed in a light
white gown that he had gotten for me from my room. He had returned
with it, and then promised that he wouldn't be gone long, in
between kisses that never seemed to end. While he was gone, I
stretched out on his large bed and relaxed, loving the feel of the
silky blankets on my bare skin. They were cold to the touch but
soothing to my body, which had become increasingly hotter since
Quinn had started touching me.

12

I reached up behind me, and tucked my hands
in between the mattresses, then stretched out my legs straight so
that my body was in perfect alignment. I closed my eyes and smiled
to myself as I relaxed in the quietness of Quinn's room.

I thought that I had started to dose, when I
felt warm lips around my ankles. I opened my eyes and looked down
at Quinn, who was looking up at me with his dark eyes. I noticed
then that he wasn't wearing a shirt. I smiled at him, and then
closed my eyes as he moved slowly up my legs, starting on the
outside, and finishing with the inside of my upper thighs. He
stopped and looked at my face, which I knew had become flush with
color, and then I opened my eyes to look at him again. I watched,
with me locked in his gaze, as he lowered his body down between my
legs and moved my gown up just above my hips. His mouth made
circles around all of the sensitive parts of my lower body, and
then he moved closer, with each circle.

He kissed the sides of my neck several times
before he made his way to my mouth. Our lips locked and our bodies
entangled with one another. I pressed my hands against his strong
back, trying to bring him in closer, as he tangled his fingers in
through my hair. He kissed my lips, and then seemed to suck on the
bottom one before he let me go and propped himself above me.

"You're very beautiful," he said softly to me
and kissed my forehead. "I want you so badly, but the feeling is
already almost too strong. What is it, how do we control it?"

"We give into it," I whispered to him and ran
my hands over his chest. He looked me deep in the eyes as he
slipped in, and he leaned down and kissed me passionately.

"I can stop if you think that this is too
much for you to handle," he spoke gently.

"No, I think I can handle it. It's you that
I'm worried about." I smiled.

"You think you've got me?" He asked as he
began to start a rhythm with our bodies.

"Oh, I know I do," I replied and closed my
eyes as the feelings grew. He was right, I wasn't sure if I could
handle it but, as the night went on, I suspected he was having a
hard time handling it himself.

His little moans and gasps as he continued
seemed to bring on the feelings more, knowing that I was pleasing
him just as much as he was me. My body began to shutter as it began
to climax and he smiled at me as I grasped his shoulders and dug in
with my nails, trying to hold out as long as I could. My body began
to shake, and my grip tightened to the point where he had to pry my
hands away from his skin and hold them.

"Let it go," he said softly, in between his
own little noises. I let go, all right. My body shook and the
pleasure building up almost made me pass out when I did give into
it. My quiet moans became screams of ecstasy, which brought Quinn
to his own climax. The two of us collapsed in each other’s arms as
the orgasms slowed and our bodies shut down for the moment.

Quinn held me tightly as he laid his head
down on my chest. We both lay there, neither speaking, as Quinn
closed his eyes. His breathing slowed down, I knew that he was
relaxing, almost falling asleep. I couldn't move, for his body
pressed down on mine, and I closed my eyes and began to fall into a
deep sleep.

When I opened my eyes, at whatever time it
might have been, Quinn was standing in the doorway, sipping on
something in a glass, just watching as I lay there in my nakedness.
I stretched out then turned over on my stomach and lay with my head
at the other end of the bed.

"This is a side I haven't seen of you yet."
He smiled at me. I looked at him, with his cotton, baggy pants,
black of course.

"I guess you're seeing a lot of sides of me
that you never saw before." I smiled back at him.

"And tasted," he replied and licked his lips.
His smile faded and he walked over and sat on the bed next to me.
"I was thinking about something, after we were done of course, and
what if doing this hurts you?"

"I don't feel anything right now, but happy,"
I replied to him and took his hand. "Quinn, if anything was going
to hurt me, don't you think it would have been the blood that we
exchanged in the water the other day?" I asked him. He nodded then
put the cup down on the floor. He moved my hair way from my neck as
I put my head down on my crossed arms and closed my eyes. He began
to kiss me all over again, but this time up and down my spine, over
my buttocks and down my legs until he came back up, just like
before, naked. He pressed his weight down on my body again, his
stomach to my back.

He kissed my earlobe and then my neck and
stopped just at my vein.

Can I taste you
? He asked me quietly
with his mind. I nodded and reached back with one hand to touch his
leg. I could feel his teeth as they broke through my skin, but I
could feel his mind with mine. It was quite erotic to have him this
way and with each beat of my heart, the feel of my blood rushing
into his mouth became overwhelming, and it didn't take me very long
to start to shudder again. My moans became so loud that he put his
finger next to my mouth almost as if to quiet me, which I bit down
on, noting that he didn't seem to mind this pain. Suddenly, he
broke from my neck, let my waist go and I dropped to the bed, with
his weight on me. With his breathing still heavy in my ear, he
spoke softly to me. "You may just be the death of me, little
girl."

"Why? Because you haven't had this much fun
before and your heart might stop?" I teased him. He turned me over,
quite forcefully, and towered over me on his hands and knees.
"Okay, we're both naked and you think that you're scaring me?"

"It's not intended to scare you," he said
coming closer to my face. "It's just meant to excite you."

"Don't you think that we've had enough
excitement for at least an hour?" I asked him, pleading with him to
take a break.

"Are you all right?" He asked me with
concern.

"I'm a little sore," I told him softly. He
sat up and looked at me.

"From me?" He questioned.

"No, not you directly. I just haven't had an
experience like that in quite a long time," I said and sat up. He
slipped my nightgown over my head. I pulled it on the rest of the
way then pulled my knees to my chest. My eyes began to water, as I
thought about the overpowering feelings in my heart and I put my
hand up to my face.

"Ash?" He whispered. I looked at him and
touched his cheek.

"I'm all right," I said softly, and then
kissed him gently. "Please believe me. I'm okay."

"If you're okay, why are you crying?" Quinn
asked; the worry in his voice was quite apparent. I smiled at him
and shrugged.

"Would you believe that I've never had an
experience like that before?" I told him. He looked at me oddly.
"I've never felt quite that way before. Sex before seemed to have
such a purpose, like we didn't choose to do it, we had to do
it."

"Do you think it was because of the fact
about the baby?" Quinn questioned. I shrugged again, then got up on
my knees and sat across his lap facing him. He put his hands on my
hips, under my gown and closed his eyes as I touched his
cheeks.

"It doesn't matter anymore why and ...and how
things happened the way they did before," I whispered to him. "What
matters now is: you, me, and Jack. I don't want to think of the
last eight years as being something that was set up that I was
forced to do. I want to think of it as a memory, where the greatest
thing I got out of it was Jack, and of course, Lauren. I want to
think of now as when I got you and the others back.

"I love you all, very much. You're my family,
you always have been." I smiled at him, knowing that a comment was
brewing in his brain.

"I don't know a single family member that you
would let lick you like that. I really don't think you do that with
family members." He laughed. I used all of my force to push him
back on the bed so that I sat on his lap.

"Now, you're going to do what I want to do."
I smiled at him, then leaned down and kissed his throat. He turned
his head to the side, giving me better access to his neck. Gently,
I bit into him and his body stiffened, in some parts more than
others did, and he held me close as he began to moan and sigh out
load again. Never had I met a man who was so verbal. Suddenly, his
fingers tangled in my hair and he pulled me away and held my face
in his hands. "What, Quinn? What is it?"

His lips moved as if he was trying to form
words, but he couldn't find them. I slid off from him, and watched
as he got up and got dressed rather quickly. I followed him,
getting dressed myself, but as I followed him down the hall, I
realized that we were going to the entrance that came out by the
beach.