The Art of Love — Kate Hill

Encounter: The Art of Love (Scarlet Nights)Kate HillAll rights reserved.Copyright ©2016 Kate HillWarning: This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.The Art of Love (Scarlet Nights)May had seen Blair like this countless times -- barefoot and shirtless, the muscles in his lean torso flowing beneath his paint stained skin as he worked on his mural.They had moved into this London townhouse just a few months ago, so he had many new walls to cover with his exquisite paintings.This mural, located in their dining room, was of a peaceful meadow. Purple flowers scattered over lush, green grass. Branches of a weeping willow bowed over a brook that looked almost real enough to bathe in.It's gorgeous, Blair, she said, approaching him.His blue gaze slanted toward her and he smiled slightly.I wish I had your talent for art, she said.I told you, it's not about talent. It's about passion.Well, you have plenty of that, but as much as I love your paintings, I could use some of that passion directed here. It's getting lonely upstairs in bed.He placed a final brushstroke on the brook and put his brush aside. Then he turned his full attention to her. His gaze, soft yet strong, melted over her. Despite all their years of marriage, she had never become immune to his expressive eyes.We can't have that, he said, dipping his head toward hers. So there's only one thing to do.I know, she murmured against his lips.You come down here and watch a master at work.Blair! Feigning anger, she playfully shoved him away. That's not what I had in mind.Me either. He chuckled and leaned in to kiss her mouth before pulling back all too quickly. Before I mar your exquisite skin, I'd better have a bath.I'll wash your back.He grinned. Last one upstairs gets her back to the faucet.Blair raced off, heading for the staircase.Some gentleman you are!She raced after him, but it was impossible to keep up with his ultra long legs that swallowed three steps at a time.He stopped just shy of the bathroom door and she crashed into his back. Laughing, he turned and gathered her into his arms, kissing her deeply.Closing her eyes, May melted against him, relishing his taste and the feel of his lean, hard body.When the kiss broke, she glanced down at herself. So much for paint stains on my exquisite skin, not to mention my nightgown.Sorry, but I couldn't resist. I'll make up for it by keeping my back to the faucet.She cupped his chin. I'm afraid it will cost a bit more than that.What's your price?Many delightful orgasms.His blue eyes sparkled. I'm more than willing to pay.They stepped into the bathroom and while May ran the bathwater, Blair unzipped his pants and discarded them along with his underwear.May pulled off her nightgown and tossed it into the hamper.You're so gorgeous, he said, placing his hands on her hips and tugging her toward him. His hardness pushed against her and a quiver of desire darted through her as he kissed her again.She slid her hands up his back, kneading the warm flesh over hard muscle. Blair might be a great artist, but he was also a warrior. Over the centuries, he and May had fought side-by-side, using their skills and vampiric powers to fight evil.Blair had been the first to teach her how to defend herself, but he had also protected her. He was her husband and her closest friend. Even more, he was her vampiric Creator. She loved him more than she had ever imagined loving anyone.