Free Dalakis Passion 2 - Lucian's Delight by N.J. Walters Page B

from the blouse, so she tied
the tails together as tight as she could. Slipping on her shoes, she sent up a prayer of
gratitude before bending down and scooping up her purse, which had been lying next
to them.
As much as she wanted to be gone from here, a part of her didn't want to leave
Lucian. Just the thought of leaving made her break out into a cold sweat. No matter
what he was, Lucian had saved her and given her the best sexual experience of her life.
Just watching him lie there made her breasts swell and she could feel moisture pooling
between her thighs. That only confused her more.
Padding silently back to the bed, she stepped up onto the platform, bent down and
kissed his lips softly. "Goodbye and thank you." As she pulled back, she thought she
saw his eye twitch, but when a minute passed and he didn't move, she convinced
herself that she'd been mistaken.
Walking to the bedroom door was one of the hardest things she'd ever done. The
farther away she got from Lucian, the worse she felt. It was as if his soul was calling to
hers, pleading with her to stay. Tears filled her eyes and she dashed them angrily away.
She'd only met him last night. There was no way she could be this attached to him.
But she was. Her heart was pounding and she rubbed at the pain in her chest as she
moved one step at a time to the doorway. Placing her hand on the doorknob, she turned
it quietly. She could hear his voice in her head, commanding her to stay. She hesitated,
but pushed onward, determined to find the space she needed to try and understand
what had happened to her.
Pulling it open, she slipped through the opening and carefully closed the door
behind her. She felt like a thief and a traitor as she crept down the stairs to the front
door. She expected the bedroom door to slam open at any minute and have Lucian stop
her from leaving. But that didn't happen.
Her hands were shaking so badly that it took her a few tries to open all the locks on
the front door. When the door closed and she heard the lock click behind her, she
almost cried out in distress. She had to fight the urge to turn around and pound on the
door until Lucian let her back into his home and into his life.
Gritting her teeth against the grief that threatened to swamp her, Delight looked
around the neighborhood. She had no idea where she was. From the position of the sun,
she could tell that it was late afternoon. Appalled that she'd slept the day away, she
hurried down the front steps and started up the sidewalk. At the corner she glanced at
the street sign and was relieved when she recognized it immediately. She was only a
few blocks from home. That gave her the small boost of energy she needed to get her
moving again.
Home was close now, so she kept putting one foot in front of the other and ignoring
the part of her that felt as if she was really moving further from home with every step
she took away from Lucian.
As she trudged up the steps to The Grande, Delight finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Right now, she wanted a long, hot shower, clean clothing, and food. She knew she was
putting off the inevitable. The police would have to be called and she would have to
give her statement. She'd already decided not to tell the police about Lucian. She would
say that a stranger saved her and that she remembered nothing. They might not believe
her, but that was their problem. Delight would protect Lucian at all costs. That he was a
vampire didn't seem to matter and that was something else she really had to think
about. But not now.
The door opened just as she reached for the handle. "Child, you look like something
the cat dragged home."
Delight took one look at the concern on Miss Nadine's face and burst into tears.
Saying nothing, the older woman just wrapped her arm around Delight and led her into
the parlor. Sinking down into the sofa, Miss Nadine held her in her comforting embrace
and rocked her back and forth, crooning a soft lullaby.
When she had no tears left, Delight