The Prince by Sylvain Reynard

Author:Sylvain Reynard [Reynard, Sylvain]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, General, Contemporary, Paranormal
ISBN: 9780698192065
Google: 1LaYBAAAQBAJ
Amazon: B00O3SL4NC
Barnesnoble: B00O3SL4NC
Publisher: Penguin Group US
Published: 2015-01-20T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

“I think this is the most comfortable bed in the world.” Julianne sighed as she looked up at the stars.

It was the evening after the exhibition opening at the Uffizi. She and her husband were reclined on a large, square banquette situated on the terrace outside their hotel room.

“I think the bed in there is much more comfortable.” The professor gestured through the open doors that led to their suite, before rolling to his side.

He rested his hand on his wife’s lower abdomen.

“We’re exposed out here.”

She turned her head to meet his gaze. “Exposed? That never bothered you before. We’ve made love out here more than once.”

Gabriel’s reaction was veiled.

“What is it?” She placed her hand over his and pressed.

He looked at the sky and took a moment to survey their surroundings, pausing as his eyes were drawn in the direction of the roof.

“There’s something in the air. I don’t know. Something—unsettling.”

Julianne laughed and rolled into him, bringing their bodies together. “It’s going to rain. You can feel it, that’s all.”

Gabriel shook his head. Once again his gaze traveled to the roof. From his vantage point, he couldn’t see atop it.

(Even if he could, the vestiges of the attempted assassination had been washed away.)

“Do you think that you can feel darkness?”

Julianne’s delicate eyebrows arched. “Me, specifically? Or people in general?”

His sapphire eyes met hers. “Either.”

“I don’t know. By the time I felt darkness in the past, something bad had already happened.”

Gabriel muttered a curse and drew her tightly in his arms.

“Darling.” She lifted a hand to his face. “I know that something is troubling you. It’s been troubling you since we were in Umbria. But you can’t give in to the darkness. You have to rage against it.”

He gave her a half smile. “An oblique allusion to Dylan Thomas.”

“Which you identified easily, Professor.” She stroked the stubble on his chin.

“There’s something unsettling . . .” he repeated, his voice trailing off.

“Then let me settle you. We have this terrace all to ourselves and this beautiful, comfortable bed.”

She kissed him temptingly, teasing him with her tongue.

“Make love to me beneath the stars, Gabriel,” she whispered.

He pushed a lock of hair away from her face. “I would give you anything, just to make you smile. But tonight, let me love you indoors.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but he continued, his sapphire eyes serious. “Please.”

She kissed him once again and took his hand, leading him through the terrace doors and into the bedroom.

Gabriel locked the doors behind them and pulled the curtains, proceeding to light candles around the room.

Julia retreated to one of the bathrooms in order to slip into something seductive.

They didn’t always have music playing in the background when they made love. Many of their couplings were spontaneous. But on this night, Gabriel chose to play the series of songs they’d listened to the first time they’d visited Florence together, when she’d given her virginity to him.

Julia heard the gentle voice of Matthew Barber fill the air as she admired herself in the mirror.

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