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the cascade of dark curly hair that framed his noble face. I reached to touch it, curling my fingers in its softness. Then growing bolder, I traced the curve of his jaw Blood Resurrection
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and cheekbone with my fingertips. He murmured and turned on his side, facing me. I put my arm around him, and he moved closer. I kissed his
mouth, remembering how he had shown me, brushing his lips gently with mine. He stirred, his eyes fluttered open, and I felt him smile, his mouth still on mine.
    “Bernard,” he whispered, moving closer, giving into the temptation my young, warm body presented to him. I pressed myself to his nakedness, thrilling to the feel of his silken skin covering the hard-muscled flesh. His arms enfolded me, holding me close, his lips moving from my mouth to my throat, to my chest where he teased each nipple, nipping lightly at the nubs and causing me to writhe with a sensual pleasure beneath him. He lifted his head and smiled into my eyes, before capturing my lips again, his tongue sliding smoothly over mine, filling my mouth with his sweet breath.
    My arms tightened about him, and I felt the ripple of his muscles under his skin as he moved over me, caressing my body with his, bringing a fire to my loins. Our kiss deepened, and my mind was numb with desire. Everything I had ever dreamed of had been manifested in this one man. I wanted to love him forever, to be with him, to be like him—in all ways.
    From my mouth tumbled words of love and devotion. He stilled them with his lips, holding me within the haven of his arms, letting me know, without words, that what we shared was special to him also. I will never forget the emotions Marcus instilled in me. No matter that he was perhaps the most beautiful man I had ever seen—even to this day, I have not seen his equal. However, beauty can oft times be a veneer, a disguise for what lies beneath, and when that which is hidden from sight is discovered, it can be unsettling, perhaps even dangerous.
    But with Marcus, his beauty also lay within him. This may be a surprise given the reputation vampires have for killing and mutilation. Yes, he could be a formidable enemy, possessing the strength of ten mortal men as he did. His supernatural powers exceeded even his strength. He could move at lightning speed, disappear in the blink of an eye, know exactly what you were thinking—or were about to think—and could erase from your memory all thoughts of himself, if need be. Marcus, in all the time I spent with him, never abused those powers—except when he felt he, or someone dear to him, was in danger. Then he was a frightening force to reckon with—a beautiful but terrifying angel of death.
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All these things I would come to know in due course, but then, lying in his arms, snuggling into the shelter of his flesh, those thoughts were as distant as the stars from my mind. Never, I thought, never will I find anyone to compare…and so it was, for many, many years to come. * * * *
     
Later that afternoon, as he saw the sky once more darken with heavy clouds, he told me we should prepare to leave. In all of this time, I had never asked him our destination. Just where are we headed? I wondered.
     
“I have a modest chateau in the hills above Toulon,” he said, answering my unspoken question. “I was on my way there when I took shelter from the storm at the monastery.”
    “I will always be grateful to that storm,” I told him, with complete sincerity.
He smiled, warming my heart. “When we get there, it will be your home also—if you so desire.”
I was speechless for a moment, tears stinging the back of my eyes as I gazed at him.
“Oh, Marcus… You are too generous.”
He chuckled. “You might not think so when you see the state of the place. I have been gone a long time, and the chateau has been closed up with no one to care for it. It will need a great deal of work.”
     
“To which I am no stranger,” I said