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The night air rushed around the great black cape, making it swirl and dance. Lady Dawson, still deeply sleeping in the arms of Leander, was oblivious to the night time peace of the countryside passing so swiftly below her. Leander pulled her closer to his chest and rubbed his face in her fragrant hair. His blood burned within him as he flew ever quickly toward home—and safety. Gradually the sweeping meadows became more dense and then finally gave way to the hills and a dark, dark forest. The leaves of the aged trees trembled as Leander soared past carrying his lady home. His? Time would tell. Could she come to love this dark that so confined him.
Leander roared out of the forest and swept them over the land below until it fell away into nothingness and the crashing sea far below. Silently gliding, he moved just over the creating waves enjoying the ocean’s sweet spray on his face. Lady Dawson began to moan and stir in his arms. He shifted her weight against him until her neck was exposed once again to his gaze. Watching the approaching cliff in the distance, he lowered his teeth into her and felt her blood burn through his body again. Sweet fire. Barely breathing, she quieted once more content to rest against his solid form. Only just a small taste. More and he could still lose her to the ever threatening, ever lurking death from whom she’d been so gallantly saved. Mentally shaking off the binding threads of his attraction to the Lady, Leander raised up his head to take pleasure in the lands before him. Claymore Hall stood silent and proud—tall against the clouded blue night sky. Dark and aging, the castle was strong still with its square middle that gave way on three sides to masses of steep, tall towers. Standing once more on his feet, Leander quietly watched the face of the very weak and still sleeping Lady Dawson. He was painfully aware that every inch of her body was still pressed tightly against him, flushed and still weak from him and the flight. A slight breeze stirred, parting his long black cape and twisting her hair around their bodies, reminding him that she was completely nude now and would soon chill in the night’s dampness. Gently, he swept her up against him and like a child carried her toward the dark tower. With a practiced touch, his fingers moved against the stones and the wall moved to reveal an arched doorway. Leander stepped through the door and into utter blackness. The air inside the tower was damp and gave the odors of mold and earth grown stale with time and many ages. With quick, sure strides Leander moved through the dark and up into the main floor of the castle. The air was fresh here and candles were lit down the corridors giving the stone an almost welcoming glow. Almost. At last coming to a bedroom just off the mail hall, Leander entered the room and eased Lady Dawson down on the lavish bed. The slumbering Lady Dawson never stirred or so much as fluttered her eyes, not even as he began to dress her in the pre-dawn’s light…… |
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