A Whisper Of Eternity (23 page)

“Need any help, honey?” the woman asked.

“No, thank you.”

The woman laughed, a deep, throaty laugh. “No doubt that man of yours will give you all the help you need.”

“No doubt,” Tracy replied, and shut the door.

She changed out of her clothes and into her gown, unable to believe they were actually in Vegas, about to be married.

She studied herself in the mirror for a moment. Maybe it was the dress, maybe there was something magical about wedding gowns that made all brides beautiful, but that was how she felt. Beautiful.

She shoved her jeans, T-shirt, and old underwear into one of the other sacks, ran a hand over her hair, took a deep breath, and left the dressing room.

Dominic was waiting for her. He was a man born to wear a tuxedo. His white shirt and black coat were the perfect complement to his dark hair and gray eyes.
James Bond, eat your heart out,
she thought, biting back a grin.

The buxom blonde entered the room. “This way,” she said.

Dominic slipped his arm around Tracy’s waist and they followed the blonde into a large chapel. The pews were of dark oak—a white runner covered the middle aisle. There were bouquets of white silk roses on the altar; white candles burned in gold sconces on the walls.

The blonde smiled up at Dominic. “Good luck, honey,” she purred, and sashayed out of the chapel.

A tall man with a shock of thick white hair passed the blonde on his way into the room, followed by two witnesses.

He glanced down at a paper in his hand. “Dominic St. John? Tracy Ann Warner?”

“Yes,” Dominic said.

Nodding, the minister took his place at the altar. “Join hands, please.”

Dominic took Tracy’s hand in his. His gaze never left her face as she said the words that made her his wife “until death do you part.”

“And now, you may kiss the bride.”

Dominic lifted her veil and then, gazing deep into her eyes, he whispered, “I will love and protect you so long as you draw breath.”

And then he kissed her.

“Where would you like to spend your honeymoon?”

Tracy looked up at her new husband. They were standing outside the chapel, shopping bags in hand. “Anywhere you want, so long as they have a great big bed.”

Dominic hailed a cab and after a wild ride though traffic worse than anything she had ever encountered on the freeways of California, they arrived at Caesar’s Palace. With a name like that, it wasn’t surprising that the motif was Roman. There was a large pool outside, with fountains and statues everywhere.

She wasn’t sure what magic Dominic worked at the desk. Probably the same sort of enchantment he had worked at the wedding chapel, she decided. Whatever spell he used, it worked and the next thing she knew, they were being led to a suite in the Palace Towers and Dominic was carrying her across the threshold.

He kicked the door closed with his heel; then, letting her body slide down the front of his, he set her on her feet, his dark eyes glowing. Whispering, “Mine at last,” he captured her lips with his.

It was a kiss like no other she had ever known. Tender yet possessive, gentle yet ardent, it went through her like wildfire, making her heart pound and her blood run hot.

His hands moved over her, his nimble fingers unfastening her gown, lifting it over her head. Her shoes and stockings followed, leaving her clad in only her bra and panties.

She shivered as he stroked her bared flesh, all her senses coming vibrantly alive.

Murmuring “My turn,” she slipped his jacket off his shoulders and down his arms and tossed it aside. His white silk shirt quickly followed. She noted, in passing, that he didn’t wear a T-shirt.

Her fingers were trembling as she removed his belt, unzipped his trousers to reveal a pair of black bikini briefs. She removed his shoes and socks and he stepped out of his trousers.

Pausing, she drew back to look at him. He was beautifully made, from his broad shoulders and trim waist to his long legs. She had expected his body to be pale, though she wasn’t sure why. Instead, his body and legs were the same warm, golden shade of brown as his face and arms.

She felt her cheeks grow hot under his regard.

“You are lovely,” he murmured. “More lovely than I have ever seen you.”

His fingertips traced the curve of her breast, slid down her belly, sending shivers in their wake.

His gaze met hers. “Mine,” he said, his voice husky. “Mine, at last.”

And sweeping her into his arms, he carried her into the bedroom, placed her on the bed, and stretched out beside her.

Tracy ran her hands over his shoulders. “Tell me.”

“I love you, my best beloved one,” he said, his voice thick, “as I have always loved you. As I will always love you.”

Warmth filled her heart. “I love you, too. So much.”

He drew her close, raining kisses over her face, her breasts. Her bra and panties and his briefs seemed to disappear as if by magic and she reveled in the sensory pleasure of bare skin against bare skin. His was cool beneath her palms. She tested the strength of his arms, measured the width of his shoulders, ran her fingertips over his muscular chest and hard, flat belly. He gasped as her exploration continued downward, and then he was rising over her, his dark gray eyes glowing with desire as he claimed the prize he had won time and again throughout the centuries; a prize that had never been sweeter than it was now, when she knew the truth of their past lives together, when she knew everything there was to know about him, and loved him anyway.

She cried out in mingled pain and pleasure as their bodies came together. It was everything she had ever dreamed of, more than she had ever imagined. Surely no mortal man could have lifted her to such lofty heights, brought her such soul-shattering delight.

She stilled as she felt his teeth at her throat.

Dominic drew back, his body trembling with a need that went beyond hunger, beyond pain.

She read the question in his eyes and after a moment of indecision, she nodded.

He kissed her deeply and then she felt his teeth at her throat again. There was no discomfort, no fear, only a rush of sensual pleasure that built and built until she was mindless, breathless. She clutched him to her, reaching for something that was just out of reach.

His voice whispered in her ear, urging her on, crying her name, until the world shattered around her, left her floating in a pool of such exquisite pleasure she was certain she had passed beyond the veil of mortality. And there, locked in his arms, she felt his tortured soul brush hers as he found peace and acceptance in her arms.

 

 

Slowly, slowly, she drifted down to earth. Dominic rolled onto his side, carrying her with him, so that they lay face to face. She had often heard the expression “forever in his eyes,” but in Dominic’s case, she really could see forever in his eyes—
her
forever, if she only had the courage to ask for it.

She sighed with pleasure as his hand lightly stroked her back, her hair. Their bodies were pressed intimately together from chest to ankle. She imagined she could feel his heart beating in time with her own.

He brushed a lock of hair from her brow. “Tell me you have no regrets.”

“Of course I don’t. Why would I?”

“You have given up much to be my wife.”

She caressed his cheek. “And gained much in return.”

“I hope you will always feel that way.”

“Right now I just feel . . . sticky.”

With a hearty chuckle, he lifted her from the bed and carried her into one of the two adjoining bathrooms—one for him, one for her. This one had a light gray marble floor, a glass-enclosed marble shower, a separate whirlpool bathtub, a gray marble vanity with a round sink and brass fixtures, and a hair dryer. The toilet and bidet were enclosed. She grinned when she saw there was a phone within easy reach of the commode.

Her cheeks turned pink when she saw herself in the mirror, her lips swollen from his kisses, her skin flushed.

She frowned at her reflection, saw her eyes widen as she realized what was bothering her. Dominic cast no reflection in the mirror.

“Bath or shower?” he asked.

She looked at her image in the mirror again, then turned to look at him, at his arms holding her.

“Tracy?”

She stared at the mirror again and then looked up at him. “You’re not there. In the mirror.”

“No.” A muscle worked in his jaw. “I told you before, vampires cast no reflection.”

“Why not?”

He lifted one shoulder in a negligent shrug. “Kitana said it was because vampires have no souls.”

“Is that what you believe?”

“Perhaps it is true.”

“I don’t believe that!” She looked in the mirror again, accepted what she saw, and put it from her mind, determined not to let it spoil this moment. “I must be getting heavy.”

He lifted one brow, dismissing the notion. “So,” he said, “what will it be? Bath or shower?”

“Shower.”

He opened the door, reached inside, and turned on the water. When it was just right, they stepped inside. It wasn’t one large shower, as she’d thought, but two showers that met in the middle. Each bathroom had its own separate entrance from the main room and met in the middle, in the shower.

For a moment, he held her in his arms. And then, picking up the soap, he washed her from neck to toes, sending shivers of delight coursing through her as his hands moved over her.

And then he handed her the soap.

Feeling deliciously wicked, she returned the favor.

And then they made love with the water running over them, and washed again.

It was, without a doubt, the best shower she’d ever had.

 

 

Getting dressed later, Tracy got her first good look at their suite. Done in rich earth tones, it was the most luxurious room she had ever seen. There was a full-sized desk and chair in front of the windows, which stretched across most of one wall. The entertainment center located across from the bed held a 27-inch TV, complete with remote and cable. There were tables with lamps on either side of the bed, a large mirror on the wall. There were lights in the closet, even an iron and ironing board.

“Wow, I’ve never seen anything like this except in the movies,” she muttered. “How much is this costing you?”

Dominic moved up behind her and slipped his arms around her waist. “Three hundred dollars.”

She glanced over her shoulder. “Three hundred dollars? For one night?”

He chuckled. “It is worth it just to see the look on your face.”

She stuck her tongue out at him.

“I was going to get the Rain Man Suite.”

She giggled. “The Rain Man Suite? You mean, like from the movie? How much was that?”

“Thirty-five hundred dollars.”

“A night? Wow, I’d like to see that.”

“I can arrange it, if you like.”

“That’s all right. This one is fine.”

“I am glad you like it. I thought it would be more intimate.” He nuzzled her neck. “More romantic.”

“I don’t think you need a setting to be romantic,” she remarked dryly. “It seems to come to you naturally.”

He laughed out loud. “Are you ready?”

She nodded. She had never been to Las Vegas and she was eager to see the casinos and try her hand at the slot machines. Looking in the mirror, she frowned, wishing Dominic had given her time to pack. She only had two choices—her wedding gown or the jeans and T-shirt she had been wearing at home.

“They have shops in the hotel,” Dominic said, reading her mind.

She couldn’t stop looking at him as they rode down in the elevator. Each time his shoulder brushed hers, each time their eyes met, she recalled what it had been like to be in his arms. Warmth flowed through her body as she anticipated what would happen when they returned to their room.

Dominic caught her gaze. Grinning, he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “If you do not stop looking at me like that, I will take you here, now.”

She felt a rush of heat flood her cheeks. A moment later, the elevator door opened.

She was overwhelmed by the number of stores located inside the hotel. A brochure told her that there were more than a hundred shops and restaurants, including Gucci, Versace, Abercrombie and Fitch, Ann Taylor, Just For Feet, FAO Schwarz, Spago, and Planet Hollywood.

The domed ceiling was painted to look like the sky, complete with fluffy clouds; the buildings had a Roman motif, with lots of marble and statues.

Spying a simple black sheath in a window, she went inside to try it on and bought it, along with a pair of black, low-heeled sandals.

Dominic also picked black, of course, and when she complained, he bought a powder blue shirt instead. Black slacks, black loafers. The store assured them that their old clothing would be sent up to their room.

When they passed The Cheesecake Factory, she bought a slice of chocolate cheesecake and ate it as they walked along.

Dominic smiled indulgently while she ate, laughed softly as she licked her fingers. Unable to resist, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. She smelled of soap and toothpaste and rich, dark chocolate. It was an intoxicating combination.

Walking along The Appian Way, they wandered down corridors filled with marble and an exact replica of Michelangelo’s David. They passed Bernini’s and Cartier’s and a shop that sold Italian ceramics and dinnerware.

He stopped automatically when they came to a Godiva chocolate shop.

Tracy grinned up at him. “Think you know me pretty well, don’t you?”

He didn’t say anything, only pulled a twenty-dollar bill out of his pocket and handed it to her.

She bought a bag of assorted dark chocolates. “Some for now,” she said, popping one into her mouth. “And some for later.”

Tracy couldn’t help staring when they entered the casino. There was an impressive gold statue of a man she assumed was Caesar sitting on a horse. Lights flashed, bells and whistles and the sound of music and laughter filled the air. There were Roman statues and columns and rows and rows of slot machines, from regular slots to video Poker, Keno, and Twenty-one. And there were people everywhere clad in everything from jeans and T-shirts to floor-length gowns and tuxedos.

Tracy stopped in front of an unoccupied slot machine. “Do you have a quarter?”

“I think so,” Dominic replied dryly, and fished a quarter out of his pocket.

Filled with excitement, Tracy dropped the quarter in the slot and pulled the handle. Bars and sevens flashed in front of her eyes as the wheels spun and when they finally stopped, there were three sevens in a row.

Several quarters dropped into the tray.

“I won!”

“Beginner’s luck,” Dominic said.

“You think so?” Scooping a quarter from the tray, she fed it into the machine and pulled the handle.

And lost.

“Come on,” Dominic said.

Tracy scooped her winnings up and dropped them in a plastic cup she found beside the machine. “Where are we going?”

He led her to an unoccupied machine that was third from the aisle near the entrance to the casino.

Tracy looked up at him. “Why here?”

“It’s a busy aisle near a busy entrance. It’s been my experience that most of the so-called loose machines are up front.” He called an attendant and got fifty dollars worth of quarters. “Here you go.” He tapped the machine. “Always play the maximum number of coins.”

With a nod, she put five quarters in the machine.

And won again.

She spent the next hour playing the machine, winning more than she lost.

Dominic stood behind her, amused by her excitement, content to simply watch her.

After an hour, she was thirty dollars ahead and ready to try something else. Going to the cashier, she exchanged her quarters for dollars, which she offered to Dominic.