A trip through the city that took more than ten minutes by carriage took less than one for Nyrielle, enveloped by darkness and moving with the speed of mist on a breeze.
In Ashlynn's opulent room, gossamer curtains fluttered with the speed of Nyrielle's arrival as she laid Ashlynn down gently on the soft feather bed. Silks whispered against skin as Ashlynn pulled Nyrielle down on top of her, her lips hungrily working their way up the vampire's alabaster neck until their lips met.
It wasn't until Nyrielle's hands slid toward the laces of Ashlynn's dress that the younger woman pulled back, breaking the kiss and looking deeply into Nyrielle's hungry gaze. The sight of her lover's hunger stirred a warmth deep within Ashlynn. She'd seen Nyrielle feed last night, on three people less.
The deep desire she saw on the other woman's face had nothing to do with vampiric bloodlust and was entirely the result of the fires of passion that grew between them.
