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Danse Macabre :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 65 из 427I met the charcoal gray of his gaze, and whatever he saw there seemed to satisfy him. «She sends such dreams, Anita. Dreams like this, where lust is something touchable, holdable, caressable, and it's spilling over your skin, drowning you in its need.» He leaned in toward me, as if for a kiss.
I turned my head down, away, still careful, still slow. Move too fast and the ardeur was like a predator, attracted by quick movements. But a small turn of the head, that I could do.
«Don't turn away. Let me kiss you. Let me spill this waiting press of heat over us. Let us drown together.»
I kept my face turned away, my hands in fists, because all I could think of was what his body would feel like under my hands. I wanted to trace his shoulders, his chest, see the muscled promise of him nude before me. It was like months, or years, of dating and wanting all packed into moments. Requiem, one of our imports from Britain, could cause instant body reaction, hours of really good foreplay in seconds of power. Could Auggie hit the emotional markers as fast as Requiem could hit the physical ones? Sweet Mary, Mother of God, help me.
The moment the thought left me, I was calmer, could think more clearly. For years I hadn't prayed during times like this, too embarrassed, but I'd finally realized if my faith was real, then it didn't desert me just because I was outside societal norms.
«No,» he said, «no, I will not come this close and be denied.» He drew me in against his body, and I fought to stay stiff and unyielding when all I wanted to do in the whole wide world was touch him. He rested his cheek against my hair. «I feel your master's nearness, Anita. You wait for rescue, but remember, unless you actually feed from me, then you have not won this fight.» I felt the press of his lips against my temple, soft and hot. «Do you really believe Jean-Claude will win against me? Feed and you win, and so does he.»
He was implying what I'd already thought of, that if Jean-Claude hit the door before I'd won, that we would lose, badly. I'd felt the power in Auggie, and I knew the power in Jean-Claude. If it was a straight-up battle, we would lose. I couldn't let that happen.
Micah's voice came from behind me. He didn't touch me, but he said, «There are other hungers, Anita. Other drives.» He spoke carefully, as if he wasn't sure how well I could hear him.
Micah was right. The ardeur had a habit of swallowing the world, and my logic with it. There were other hungers and they were inside me, just like the ardeur .
I turned my head down, away, still careful, still slow. Move too fast and the ardeur was like a predator, attracted by quick movements. But a small turn of the head, that I could do.
«Don't turn away. Let me kiss you. Let me spill this waiting press of heat over us. Let us drown together.»
I kept my face turned away, my hands in fists, because all I could think of was what his body would feel like under my hands. I wanted to trace his shoulders, his chest, see the muscled promise of him nude before me. It was like months, or years, of dating and wanting all packed into moments. Requiem, one of our imports from Britain, could cause instant body reaction, hours of really good foreplay in seconds of power. Could Auggie hit the emotional markers as fast as Requiem could hit the physical ones? Sweet Mary, Mother of God, help me.
The moment the thought left me, I was calmer, could think more clearly. For years I hadn't prayed during times like this, too embarrassed, but I'd finally realized if my faith was real, then it didn't desert me just because I was outside societal norms.
«No,» he said, «no, I will not come this close and be denied.» He drew me in against his body, and I fought to stay stiff and unyielding when all I wanted to do in the whole wide world was touch him. He rested his cheek against my hair. «I feel your master's nearness, Anita. You wait for rescue, but remember, unless you actually feed from me, then you have not won this fight.» I felt the press of his lips against my temple, soft and hot. «Do you really believe Jean-Claude will win against me? Feed and you win, and so does he.»
He was implying what I'd already thought of, that if Jean-Claude hit the door before I'd won, that we would lose, badly. I'd felt the power in Auggie, and I knew the power in Jean-Claude. If it was a straight-up battle, we would lose. I couldn't let that happen.
Micah's voice came from behind me. He didn't touch me, but he said, «There are other hungers, Anita. Other drives.» He spoke carefully, as if he wasn't sure how well I could hear him.
Micah was right. The ardeur had a habit of swallowing the world, and my logic with it. There were other hungers and they were inside me, just like the ardeur .