crossed her arms and looked out the passenger window. The strange thing of it was the “wooing” was working. Big time.
***
Walking hand in hand through the park for close to an hour, Burney could not feel any more contented than he did in that moment. They had toured Schuyler House, and now were walking through Victory Woods.
“I served in the French Army, and in 1781 I was part of the seven-hundred-mile march of French and Continental soldiers to Virginia to serve under Washington. We besieged Cornwallis that September and defeated the British.”
“Really? French Army? Aren’t you Irish?”
“After I was turned, I did not return to Ireland. I joined the French Army instead.”
Dean remained quiet for several minutes. A cool, late-afternoon breeze rustled the branches of the birch trees lining the path. Squirrels chattered nearby, joined in song by a few finches.
“How could you serve in the army? What about the sunlight? You said in your letter it affects you. How can you be out this afternoon?”
“Ah, first, the sky today is overcast so I am able to tolerate the daylight, to a point. Also, when a vampire is first turned, he does not immediately feel the effects of the sun. As a vampire ages, his tolerance for bright light and sun diminishes. Mine is sporadic. I feel the effects more some days than others. I need extra sleep and blood on those days. The nausea can be debilitating.”
Burn raised their clasped hands and he laid an affectionate kiss on hers.
“What did you do after the war was over?”
“I stayed in America for a few decades, in Philadelphia. I witnessed the birth of this nation. It always amazes me that Americans think they are the only nation that is truly free. That is not the case. But, I admired their dogged devotion to their cause.”
“I can’t imagine it. To have witnessed history. I’m in awe.” Her voice was soft and full of wonderment and admiration.
“That is why I brought you here, so you could see how I lived when I first began my existence as a vampire. Rustic and primitive to be sure, but the future was full of such hope and promise.”
“Did you meet anyone famous?”
Burn smiled. “Besides George Washington? Yes, I knew Benjamin Franklin quite well. A fascinating and eccentric man. He enjoyed a good game of chess. He died in 1790. I missed our discussions on republicanism.”
“Thank you for bringing me here, Burn. Did you live in a house similar to Schuyler’s?”
“Yes, very similar. Second-story Colonials were the house of choice back then,” he teased.
“Did you live there—with a woman?”
Burn sighed. “I did. She was my housekeeper. We had an affair, as most men did during that era, with their housekeepers. It lasted for three years.”
“I’m almost afraid to ask how many women there’ve been. Don’t tell me. Knowing I’m just one in a long line….”
Burn clasped her about the waist and pulled her into the woods. His blood roared through his veins, and his heart pounded in his throat. Well off the beaten path, he lowered them both to their knees and cupped her cheeks.
“Look at me, love. You are far from just one in a long line. Know that.”
Burney kissed her. His tongue danced with hers. It wasn’t enough. He sank to the ground, bringing her with him, and began to unbutton her shirt as his tongue laved and tasted every inch of her hot, succulent mouth.
He lifted her bra toward her chin, and her glorious breasts popped free of their confines. They were as beautiful as he knew they would be. Without hesitating, he lowered his head, laid passionate kisses down her neck and along her collarbone. Dean moaned and her fingers laced through his hair, urging him on. Burney’s lips clamped onto a golden-brown nipple and he pulled it gently with his teeth and began to suck and tease with his tongue until it hardened to a nub. Her back arched off the ground.
“Oh yes, more—” Dean groaned.
He would make her come, right
***
Walking hand in hand through the park for close to an hour, Burney could not feel any more contented than he did in that moment. They had toured Schuyler House, and now were walking through Victory Woods.
“I served in the French Army, and in 1781 I was part of the seven-hundred-mile march of French and Continental soldiers to Virginia to serve under Washington. We besieged Cornwallis that September and defeated the British.”
“Really? French Army? Aren’t you Irish?”
“After I was turned, I did not return to Ireland. I joined the French Army instead.”
Dean remained quiet for several minutes. A cool, late-afternoon breeze rustled the branches of the birch trees lining the path. Squirrels chattered nearby, joined in song by a few finches.
“How could you serve in the army? What about the sunlight? You said in your letter it affects you. How can you be out this afternoon?”
“Ah, first, the sky today is overcast so I am able to tolerate the daylight, to a point. Also, when a vampire is first turned, he does not immediately feel the effects of the sun. As a vampire ages, his tolerance for bright light and sun diminishes. Mine is sporadic. I feel the effects more some days than others. I need extra sleep and blood on those days. The nausea can be debilitating.”
Burn raised their clasped hands and he laid an affectionate kiss on hers.
“What did you do after the war was over?”
“I stayed in America for a few decades, in Philadelphia. I witnessed the birth of this nation. It always amazes me that Americans think they are the only nation that is truly free. That is not the case. But, I admired their dogged devotion to their cause.”
“I can’t imagine it. To have witnessed history. I’m in awe.” Her voice was soft and full of wonderment and admiration.
“That is why I brought you here, so you could see how I lived when I first began my existence as a vampire. Rustic and primitive to be sure, but the future was full of such hope and promise.”
“Did you meet anyone famous?”
Burn smiled. “Besides George Washington? Yes, I knew Benjamin Franklin quite well. A fascinating and eccentric man. He enjoyed a good game of chess. He died in 1790. I missed our discussions on republicanism.”
“Thank you for bringing me here, Burn. Did you live in a house similar to Schuyler’s?”
“Yes, very similar. Second-story Colonials were the house of choice back then,” he teased.
“Did you live there—with a woman?”
Burn sighed. “I did. She was my housekeeper. We had an affair, as most men did during that era, with their housekeepers. It lasted for three years.”
“I’m almost afraid to ask how many women there’ve been. Don’t tell me. Knowing I’m just one in a long line….”
Burn clasped her about the waist and pulled her into the woods. His blood roared through his veins, and his heart pounded in his throat. Well off the beaten path, he lowered them both to their knees and cupped her cheeks.
“Look at me, love. You are far from just one in a long line. Know that.”
Burney kissed her. His tongue danced with hers. It wasn’t enough. He sank to the ground, bringing her with him, and began to unbutton her shirt as his tongue laved and tasted every inch of her hot, succulent mouth.
He lifted her bra toward her chin, and her glorious breasts popped free of their confines. They were as beautiful as he knew they would be. Without hesitating, he lowered his head, laid passionate kisses down her neck and along her collarbone. Dean moaned and her fingers laced through his hair, urging him on. Burney’s lips clamped onto a golden-brown nipple and he pulled it gently with his teeth and began to suck and tease with his tongue until it hardened to a nub. Her back arched off the ground.
“Oh yes, more—” Dean groaned.
He would make her come, right
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