The night arrived in joy, Natasha grabbed Eliot's hand and took him to a dark isolated tunnel pathway, smiling in a baneful mode.
"From when you are so cheerful? Do you think I can digest what I heard from that woman?"
"Are you jealous of her son?"
"Jealousy is a mercy compared to my feelings," his eyes glowed, all of a sudden, he pushed the girl to him, those people tickled his impulse. He hugged her and pushed her to a wall, hardly mashing his lips on hers.
"You were right. Here isn't like my naive-ish thoughts."
He breathed in a hoarse tone. Her hands slipped upon his chest, it was dim there, this tunnel used to lead them to the forbidden tower so no one except some guards who wanted to get drunk or horny valets needed to pleasure would come. But tonight, all of them were busy. And the watch room of this tower was always empty.
She smiled into his lips, her eyes following them.
"Did you want to dive your fangs on her neck?"
