The Raven (The Florentine #1)(103)

Naked desire shone in his eyes; electricity shot across his skin.

He traced her lower body with his finger. “Let me in.”

“I know myself.” Her eyes slid to the side again. “I know my failings and I know my fate. I’m supposed to be alone.”

“I can’t see how that’s possible, since I believe you’re supposed to be with me, in my arms, in my bed.”

Her green eyes fixed on his. “I’ve had two lovers, William. Neither of them made me feel the way I feel when I’m in your arms. If we do this, I’ll become attached to you.”

He lifted her wrist, moving the bracelet aside.

“You are already attached to me.” He began to kiss her wrist, drawing the flesh into his mouth and sucking.

“Vampyres may not have feelings, but humans do. You know this.”

William paused.

“It isn’t correct to say that vampyres are entirely without feeling. It depends on the vampyre.”

“And you?”

“I lack empathy, like most vampyres. Except when it comes to you.”

She lifted her hand and placed it over his heart.

She felt what she thought was his heartbeat, but it felt strange. It was stronger than a human heartbeat, but after it pulsed it would fall silent for several seconds.

“You have a heart.”

“So I’ve been told.”

“I didn’t know vampyres had working hearts.”

“We need our blood to circulate, to keep the body working. Life is in the blood.”

“The other night, when you took me home after taking me to meet the others, you mentioned hope. What do you hope for, William?”

He frowned. “That I wouldn’t be condemned to an eternity of empty darkness.”

Raven cringed at his words. “Is that what you have?”

“Not exactly.” His expression grew guarded. “Somehow the darkness recedes when you’re near.”

She withdrew her hand and he grasped it, kissing the back of it.

“Your skin smells of roses.” He inhaled deeply. “It’s exquisite.”

He pressed his lips against the length of her arm, moving back and forth at a leisurely pace.

“This is my warning,” she whispered. “My heart is part of my body.”

He touched the space between her breasts. “I will treat you, all of you, with care.”

Raven watched as the beautiful, flawless man above her kissed her wrist with absolute abandon and found words tumbling out of her mouth.

“I’ll come to you tonight. But I don’t promise to sleep with you.”

William smiled slowly.

“I enjoy a challenge.”

He kissed her once more, an embrace burning with promise, then he withdrew. He extended his hand to help her out of bed.

“I’ll meet you downstairs.”

Raven focused on his retreating back, part of her wondering why she had resisted him.

After breakfast, William introduced her to another member of his security team, a tall, bald man with extremely broad shoulders.

“Raven, this is Marco.”

“Polo,” she blurted out.

William and Marco eyed her quizzically.

“I’m afraid you have him mistaken with someone who died many, many years ago,” William said, his lips twitching.

“Sorry.” She reddened. “It’s good to meet you, Marco.”

William gestured to his assistant. “Marco will follow you to the Uffizi this morning. After work, he will take you to your apartment so you can drop off your Vespa and pick up your things. Then he’ll drive you here.”

“I’m supposed to volunteer at the orphanage after work.” Raven clutched her knapsack awkwardly. “And I’d like to see Bruno.”

William appeared displeased. “He won’t remember your time together. The head injury combined with the blood will have affected his memory.”

“I realize that. I still want to see him.” She sounded stubborn.

“Very well.” William pressed his lips together as an indication of his displeasure. “Marco will escort you where you need to go.

“I have business to attend to in the early evening. I’ll ask Lucia to prepare dinner for you.”

“That won’t be necessary. I’ll eat with the children.”

William examined her features. “Perhaps we could watch one of your films this evening.”

She smiled. “I’d like that.”

“Good. Call Ambrogio and let him know what you need in order to show the film.”

William walked her outside to her Vespa and wrapped her in his arms. “You don’t need to worry about the inspector. He won’t bother you again.”

“Thank you.”

He gazed at her hungrily.

“I’m looking forward to tonight.”

He kissed her firmly.

A few kisses, another embrace, and she was on her Vespa, speeding down the hill toward the Arno, with Marco following in the Mercedes. A few cars behind, Ispettor Batelli trailed them.

William returned to the house and summoned Luka to the library, handing him a folded piece of paper. “I need you to travel to Florida, in America, to the cities of Orlando and St. Petersburg. Find out everything you can about the persons I’ve named. Contact me for further instructions.”