Here we have part of the first chapter of Undisclosed Desires. Why just part of it? This is a little gift for @bambimarri who is celebrating her birthday today. Happy birthday my lovely friend!!! I had hoped to have the entire chapter done for you (and I got so damned close!) but, alas, life got in the way.
If anyone out there would rather wait to read the first chapter in its entirety, I completely understand.
If, on the other hand, you pine as desperately as I do for Regency Cherik, then consider this a sneak preview of more to come!
I give you Mr. Lehnsherr and Lord Xavier, at a ball.
The first thing he noted about Lord Xavier was his eyes.
Erik hardly considered himself a romantic and was certainly not prone to noticing the eye colour of anyone he met. However, Xavier’s were a difficult thing to miss. Even across the crowded ballroom, they shone impossibly blue. He suddenly, fully, understood that these were the sort of eyes that might cause poets to pen preposterous phrases using words such as “azure” or “cerulean.” They shone all the brighter as it was clear Xavier was in decidedly good spirits.
-Soooo much jealousy
-Reassuring him that he’s the only guy you want
-Motorcycle rides and wearing his jacket
-Him saying ‘Love you’ only ever really quiet, but that doesn’t matter to you. You love him too
-Baron still blushing around you
-Being completely dominated by his size alone
-Giving you hickies to make sure other guys know you’re taken
-Biting. You biting him and him biting you
-His hands bruising your hips as he fuck you hard
-His sex noises making you crazy
Andi Mack is a Disney Channel show about an Asian girl who finds out her cool, motorcycle-riding, leather jacket-wearing older sister is actually her mother! Spoiler alert: I spent like half the episode crying. The TV premiere is April 7, 2017, but the full episode is online now!
Her footsteps echo down the corridor as she leads him out of his rooms, winding their way through parts of the castle he’s explored before, past a grand ballroom and the library and the kitchens, until the scenery becomes less familiar, the uneven winding staircases leading him towards a destination he’s not quite sure of. It’s the middle of the bloody night, their only light the bobbing orbs along the hallways, glowing into life as they move along, snuffing out behind them the further they go.
She’s still in the clothes she’d worn to dinner, the jacket tight across her shoulders, her boots clattering against the stone floors, and he wonders, not for the first time, if the woman ever sleeps.
He’s surprised not to receive an immediate response to his silent query - whatever has happened, it has left her distracted enough not to pry into his thoughts, or at least too tired to answer his benign questions. There is a sense of relief in knowing that she isn’t constantly in his mind, and yet, he almost feels disappointed to get no response from her.
She is silent, and it gives him far too much room to mull over things, like the pinch of her face while she’d watched him tug his boots on, like the thrumming magic, not his own, filling the rooms and corridors like wildfire, consuming the air as they walked. Like the dream.
Already pieces of it were falling away, but he remembered just fine the call of the ocean behind him, and the desperate pull to find his brother. The taste of gunpowder is strong against his tongue, still, and the tang of blood sticks in his nostrils, but worst is the terror of not knowing whether the attacker had gotten to Liam.