Dracula's Groom

CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR: Ballroom Dance

Dracula

When the door finally opened an hour later, I couldn't bring myself to speak the words that might smooth things over between us. Having changed out of his clothes, all that was left was an oversized graphic T-shirt and pair of boxers. He walked across the room towards the bed, pulled back the covers and got in, without saying a word. But given the blank expression on his face, his wide range of emotions were hard to read. Then I got into bed next to him and turned off the light by a switch that plunged the whole room into darkness. I laid on my side, wrapping my arm around his chest as I pulled him in closer and softly kissed his shoulder.

"I'm sorry." I admitted truthfully. "I should have told you sooner. But I did it for you. To protect us."

Turning over on his side to face me he said, "I've had some time to think about what you said earlier and the truth is, I'm not mad. I just don't like secrets, Dracula. From now on I want you to be upfront with me on certain things, no matter how dangerous they might be. Got it?"

"Yes, Sir."

"And don't call me, sir. Makes me feel like an old man."

I smirked. "Understood my Queen."

A pillow hit me in the chest as I busted out laughing. Then I pretended to wrestle with him as he found his way on top of me. In the deep darkness, I could see everything around me as if it were clear as day. I reached up and cupped his cheek as he leaned into my touch, closed his eyes and savored the moment between us. Afterwards, my hands find their way to his ass as I squeezed them a little causing him to moan softly.

"You really want to do this now," he said. "I thought we would wait a few days until our wedding night."

I growled a little. "If I can't have you tonight. Then our wedding night will be a lot more pleasurable. Probably more than you can handle."

He licked his lips slowly, teasing me. Lips that burned hotter than the sun, and tasted sweeter than life itself made my mouth water and my cock rock hard. I hungered for his kiss, ached for his touch, cried to be inside him while the rest of the world fades away leaving only just us two. The urge to take him dwindled slowly as I sat up and wrapped my arms around the small of his back. I kissed with feeling, putting all my heart into it until his mouth opened for me and I slipped my tongue in with ease.

"I can't wait to marry you," he said suddenly taking me by surprise.

"Me too. I've waited an eternity to slip that ring on your finger."

"Mm. Dracula, when the time comes and you turn me into a vampire, what will happen?"

"Your body will die and you will be reborn anew."

"Will it hurt? Will dying hurt?"

"I cannot say. I was turned while I was still alive. But I don't want you to worry about that right now. You should be thinking positive thoughts like our wedding for example."

"You're right. I guess I was just curious about what it might be like. However, to be honest, I can't help but feel a little nervous and scared."

"I understand completely." I replied, brushing the covers off and getting out of bed. "Come with me."

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

Downstairs in the grand ballroom where the workers had finished putting everything into place. An antique phonograph displayed music that was timeless as it was classic. As I turned the crank slowly and placed the reproducteur with its tiny needle onto the record itself, a faint scratching could be heard at first. And then, the music started to play. The piece was very beautiful as it was elegant. A practice dance as it was just to get Nathan's mind off his worrisome troubles.

I held out my hand as he took it and pulled him in close as I placed the other along the side of his waist. Staring into my eyes he said, "I can't dance."

"You don't have to. Relax your body as well as your mind. I'll be the one doing the heavy lifting. Are you ready?"

He took a breath and exhaled slowly. "Lead the way my, King."

We moved across the polished wood floor step-by-step until Nathan had gotten the gist of the dance. When he felt comfortable enough, I picked up the pace and allowed the tone of the music to guide me. For an hour we danced around the room staring into each other's eyes, our bodies held close to one another as the music changed its rhythm and started to end on a more somber note.

"You're doing fine." I told him.

"That's because I have a handsome teacher. I never knew you could dance so well."

"I can do a lot of things that you don't know about, yet. For now, let us dance."

"Is that what we'll dance to at our wedding?"

"It can be. Do you think that maybe this should be our song?"

"I like it. Yeah, I want this to be our song."

Author's Note: Good morning lovelies. I know a lot of you midnight owls are just biting at the bit to read something of mine so here it is. I'm sorry that this is so, so, short. I tried to make it longer but it just wasn't happening. Damnit. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this little snippet. I'm off to bed. Xoxo