[NSFW] just_muse_me | 29.8. Leave Your Mark
The Caledonian Hilton was one of the most ornate and expensive hotels in Scotland’s capital city. Indeed, the more you paid, the more luxurious accommodations you were afforded. Blaise sat sprawled on the plush suede sofa in his suite, the large windows offering immaculate views of the Edinburgh Castle in the middle of the city. He took in how the lights reflected off the rocks at the base of the structure, seeming to drip off them from his viewpoint via the wet glass. Some would say it was a miserable night, rain beating down and no hints that it would let up. Others, like Blaise, found some tranquillity in the rain... and it was something Scotland was notorious for.
He let out a long sigh and wet his lips as he rest his head back against the sofa. A glance at his gold watch told him that he had a mere two hours before he had to go out into the rain and put in an appearance at a business function. Not just a function, though. It was merely a guise for a European gathering of the Camarilla, hosted by the Edinburgh’s own Kindred ruler... or Princess, Aileana MacÀidh, a Toreador retaining the position for the past one hundred and two years. Blaise knew he was obligated to put in an appearance, despite his procrastination about actually getting off his ass and not isolating himself in his room with a beautiful woman. Juliette was Blaise’s closest friend and occasional lover, but she was also a childer of Aileana who had Embraced Juliette hundreds of years ago to save her life. It was Aileana who brought Juliette to the security of Blaise’s home, and Blaise was forever indebted to her for gifting him with a mate in the young and beautiful Rousseau daughter.
In fact, it was only as Blaise’s thoughts turned to his beloved friend that she appeared in the doorway of his suite, a delicious smile on her deep red lips and adorned in a sleek red evening gown that danced over her hips and hugged the curves of her breasts. “Ça va, mon chéri?” she purred, sauntering over to him. She smiled down at him when she reached his side, and traced her manicured fingers softly down the side of his face, taking in his features, despite knowing them better than she knew her own. “You know tonight means a lot to me, oui?”
Blaise offered her a flash of an indulgent smile, smoothing his hand over her leg to her thigh, giving it a soft squeeze under the silky fabric of her dress. He moved on to her ass, never tiring of the smooth, tight curves and enjoying how it felt. He growled softly when he discovered she was wearing no panties and pulled her down to straddle his lap. “Toujours, mon amour...” he murmured in response, his lips already pressing against her jaw line to kiss up to her ear. He pushed her dress up so it was gathered around her waist and his fingers slipped between her legs when he pulled back to looked up at her with a flash of hunger in his darkening blue eyes.
“Hungry, ma belle?” Juliette returned huskily, dropping her head back and pulling her long, dark hair away from her neck to give him easier access. A sharp sigh fell from her lips and she rocked her hips into his hand. They still had an hour up their sleeves, after all.
Blaise lapped at her throat below her ear and his fingers began to stroke her in a soft rhythm they found so easy together. He used his free hand to unzip the pants of his suit to free himself, the arousal far too much to even attempt to resist. She could never straddle him looking so delicious without panties and expect to walk away without him taking her. “Vorace, chaton,,” he confirmed with another smile against her throat. “Je te veux...”
“Then take me, baby...” Juliette moaned, arching her back to encourage him and letting her hair tumble down her back in dark waves. “Je suis à toi,” she got out breathlessly before she felt that oh-so-familiar mix of intense pain and pleasure as he entered her and bit down on her throat simultaneously. She liked to believe that one day he would stop making her feel like he was sending her straight to heaven with that mouth of his... only she knew it was far too late for both of them for that.
Word Count | 755
He let out a long sigh and wet his lips as he rest his head back against the sofa. A glance at his gold watch told him that he had a mere two hours before he had to go out into the rain and put in an appearance at a business function. Not just a function, though. It was merely a guise for a European gathering of the Camarilla, hosted by the Edinburgh’s own Kindred ruler... or Princess, Aileana MacÀidh, a Toreador retaining the position for the past one hundred and two years. Blaise knew he was obligated to put in an appearance, despite his procrastination about actually getting off his ass and not isolating himself in his room with a beautiful woman. Juliette was Blaise’s closest friend and occasional lover, but she was also a childer of Aileana who had Embraced Juliette hundreds of years ago to save her life. It was Aileana who brought Juliette to the security of Blaise’s home, and Blaise was forever indebted to her for gifting him with a mate in the young and beautiful Rousseau daughter.
In fact, it was only as Blaise’s thoughts turned to his beloved friend that she appeared in the doorway of his suite, a delicious smile on her deep red lips and adorned in a sleek red evening gown that danced over her hips and hugged the curves of her breasts. “Ça va, mon chéri?” she purred, sauntering over to him. She smiled down at him when she reached his side, and traced her manicured fingers softly down the side of his face, taking in his features, despite knowing them better than she knew her own. “You know tonight means a lot to me, oui?”
Blaise offered her a flash of an indulgent smile, smoothing his hand over her leg to her thigh, giving it a soft squeeze under the silky fabric of her dress. He moved on to her ass, never tiring of the smooth, tight curves and enjoying how it felt. He growled softly when he discovered she was wearing no panties and pulled her down to straddle his lap. “Toujours, mon amour...” he murmured in response, his lips already pressing against her jaw line to kiss up to her ear. He pushed her dress up so it was gathered around her waist and his fingers slipped between her legs when he pulled back to looked up at her with a flash of hunger in his darkening blue eyes.
“Hungry, ma belle?” Juliette returned huskily, dropping her head back and pulling her long, dark hair away from her neck to give him easier access. A sharp sigh fell from her lips and she rocked her hips into his hand. They still had an hour up their sleeves, after all.
Blaise lapped at her throat below her ear and his fingers began to stroke her in a soft rhythm they found so easy together. He used his free hand to unzip the pants of his suit to free himself, the arousal far too much to even attempt to resist. She could never straddle him looking so delicious without panties and expect to walk away without him taking her. “Vorace, chaton,,” he confirmed with another smile against her throat. “Je te veux...”
“Then take me, baby...” Juliette moaned, arching her back to encourage him and letting her hair tumble down her back in dark waves. “Je suis à toi,” she got out breathlessly before she felt that oh-so-familiar mix of intense pain and pleasure as he entered her and bit down on her throat simultaneously. She liked to believe that one day he would stop making her feel like he was sending her straight to heaven with that mouth of his... only she knew it was far too late for both of them for that.
Word Count | 755