“Why it is pleasurable, of course.”
“Has anyone kiss you before?” he asked as he moved a little closer to her.
“Does it matter?” she whispered as his face closed the space between slowly.
“It should,” he said with his lips teasing her, “but it’s not going to stop me.”
He leaned over her and gently forced her down onto her back. His lips brushed against hers and he heard her sigh. Taking that as permission, he stoked her bottom lip with his tongue. Her mouth parted for his entrance and he gladly entered. Her hands wrapped around his neck and moaned softly into his cavern. As each kiss deepened, they breaths got more ragged and their hands grew bolder. Moving one of her hands from around his neck, Elizabeth placed her hand on his well-muscled chest, lightly caressing him. Bracing himself on one hand, he moved his own to cover her corset less stomach. Feeling her arch against him, he slowly moved to cover her. When no protest reached his ears, he detached his lips from hers only to travel only her neck and rest upon her sensitive spot. He tenderly bit her and soothed her with his tongue. Meanwhile, his hands started to unbutton the front of her dress as she did the same to her shirt.
“Giselle, are you sure that this won’t harm my daughter?”
“Only Zombie will know. Only he will know. Give me something of the man you wish ill-fate.”
“Oh yes. Here it is,” she said as she took out a piece of leather. “This is his hair tie. He uses to tie his ridiculous long hair of his.”
“Humph. Are you forgetting something?” the voodoo queen asked her.
“What? Oh yes,” and pulled out a gold coin and handed it to her. “Are you sure you want to do this now? You cannot reverse whatever the Zombie has done.” “Yes, I am sure. I want that bastard away from my daughter.”
Elizabeth and Blade were taking a little breather because he thought she should wait until their wedding night before they finished the acted. “Blade?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“My mother was wrong about everything,” she said with an impish smile.
“Really now?”
“It was amazing.”
“Just wait until our wedding night.” He laughed when he saw her eyes widened. “Yes, there is more than what we just did.” He suddenly gasped and started to wildly clutch at his heart.
“Oh darling, don’t tell me that being with me has suddenly make your heart want to burst,” she joked. But when she saw his eyes start to roll to the back of his head, she knew. She quickly knelt down to his side, “What’s wrong?”
“Voodoo. My heart,” he gasped.
“This is mother’s doing. I have to go find help,” she said and gave him a tender kiss.
“Don’t go. Stay. It’s trick.”
“But you’re in pain. I can’t stand that,” she said as she stood up.
Blade watched as she fell gracefully back down and a reddish stain start grow on the back. Suddenly his chest pains were gone as he stumbled toward her. An aristocratic man with a shotgun and a little hound dog came from behind some trees. Blade turned toward the man and shouted, “Go get the doctor, now!” The man just trembled and stood there like a petrified wood. “Damn it. Get the doctor! She’s dying!”