This week I promised you Nick and Carlisle’s assignation. Here’s the set up: Carlisle’s told Nick how to slip into her brother’s London townhouse through a library window and shown him a secret passage that opens in her bedroom. Her brother’s at a brothel, the servants have gone to bed, and there’s nothing to stop them from enjoying each other, something they’ve not done in four long years. They’ve watched each other undress, noting the differences the years have wrought and Carlisle’s seen the scars from past duels Nick’s fought on her behalf. They’re standing on the brink of a new phase in their relationship, trying to mend past hurts and once again find joy in each other.
He felt the trembling of her body even though they only touched where his hand held her chin. Her violet eyes had darkened with pain and passion and he sensed her tears were held back only by sheer force of will. Nick raised his hands and cupped her face, his thumbs lightly stroking over her cheekbones.
“No man shall ever love you thus,” he whispered, knowing his gaze must be as hot and possessive as his emotions.
Carlisle lifted her hands to his, grasping his wrists and sliding her fingertips caressingly along the sensitive inner flesh. “Never anyone but you, Nick,” she agreed softly.
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