Immortal Unchained(28)

The office was empty too but also had cameras, Sarita noted as she rushed through it to make her way quickly downstairs. She didn't, however, spot any in the room at the bottom of the stairs. Probably because the walls were stone and cameras couldn't be recessed in them. Possibly also because the room was unpleasant, damp, and smelly. He wouldn't imagine they'd do anything there.




 

 

Sarita was halfway across the floor before she noticed that the glass had all been cleaned up, but barely gave it a thought as she hurried into the abandoned lab.

"Domitian." She scowled when she spotted him by the refrigerator. She'd started to worry that he'd been removed while she'd slept, and here he was chowing down on more blood, she thought with irritation as he removed an empty bag of blood from his mouth. The last of four, she saw, counting the empty bags already on the counter.

"Mi Corazon," Domitian greeted with a smile as he tossed the empty bag next to the others and moved to meet her. As he walked his eyes dropped with appreciation down over the nightgown she wore.

Noting that his blue eyes grew more silver with each step and recalling that they'd burned a brilliant silver as he'd made love to her upstairs, Sarita began to back warily away. Putting her hand up, she said no firmly, her gaze skating around to find the cameras in the corners. Not in the walls this time, but recessed in the trim on top of the upper cupboards.

Eyebrows rising, Domitian paused and Sarita hesitated. She wanted to talk to him about Dressler and why they were there, but not around the cameras. She didn't doubt for a minute that they recorded audio as well as video, and she didn't want Dressler knowing what they were talking about.

"Not here," Sarita said finally, and then tried on a pouty moue for the cameras that she suspected looked more like a grimace and said, "The floor is too hard."

"Ah," Domitian breathed, moving forward again. The silver had receded a bit in his eyes at her no but came surging back now, and Sarita's body responded, producing liquid like Pavlov's salivating dogs. Only her salivating was much lower and warmer.

"Come. We will go upstairs," Domitian breathed, slipping his arm around her and urging her toward the door.

"Yes," she muttered, unable to resist leaning into him as his hand ran down her side from her waist to her hip and lower, before sliding up under her nightgown to clasp one round cheek. It was only then Sarita realized she'd forgotten to hunt for a thong to wear under the skimpy gown.

"Oh boy," she breathed, and then slipped away from his caressing hand and stepped determinedly in front of him as they reached the bottom of the stairs. Whispering so the cameras in the other room wouldn't pick up her words, she said, "We need to talk,"

Misunderstanding her whispering, Domitian stiffened at once and glanced up the stairs. "Is someone here?"

"No," Sarita assured him, patting his chest reassuringly. At least it started out a reassuring pat, but turned into a pawing pat. He had such a lovely chest she just couldn't resist touching it. 

"Mi tresoro? What is it?" he asked softly. Unfortunately, he also clasped her arms and then ran his fingers lightly up and down them as he waited.

The simple touch was very distracting and Sarita found herself shivering as it sent tingles slipping through her again. She didn't even really notice herself inching closer to him until her nipples brushed against his chest through the lace top of her nightgown. Already semi-hard, they turned to stone then as excitement raced through her, and a little ahhh slid from her lips.

"Ah, Sarita. Besame," Domitian breathed the demand that she kiss him, his head lowering toward her.

"No!" She turned her head abruptly away, scowling again with irritation at how distracting the damned man was. It was bad enough fending him off without her own body betraying her like this. "No kissing. I need to talk to you," Sarita added quietly. "We have to get out of here."

"Si," he agreed. "Talk. I will listen." Domitian began kissing her cheek, since that was all that was available to him, and then trailing his lips to her ear.

Sarita snapped her mouth closed to keep from moaning at the sensations his actions sent washing through her. She raised her hands to his shoulders, intending to push him back. Instead, she found herself clutching at him and arching as he nibbled on her tender lobe.

"Mi Amante," Domitian breathed, his arms slipping around to cup her behind and lift her up against him so that he could pepper kisses down her throat. "Tu eres la mujer mas bella que he visto. Tue eres mi luz en la oscuridad."

You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. You are my light in the dark, Sarita translated in her head and then shook it to try to force the love words out and concentrate. "I really-we need to talk," she said breathlessly.