Carpathian 10 - Dark Symphony

stretched her arms over her head. Her body felt heavy and sensitive. She could smell Byron's masculine scent and for some reason it called to her. She was too aware of him only feet from her. The interlude in the solarium had been brief and ferocious. And not enough. She paced across the floor, a restless, edgy mood driving her. Her breasts felt full and ached for attention. Her skin itched for relief. "I did, just to make certain it was never lost. The copy would be worth something for the score alone; it is entirely his original work, nothing borrowed from other composers, but it still would never be worth what notations in his own hand would be."
    "Could Marita have the combination to Don Giovanni's safe?"
    "No, he would never give it to either her or Franco. I know Nonno. He is not a trusting man, especially since Franco sold information to the Demonesini family." The fire crackled.
    Byron shifted, his clothes rustling. Antonietta wanted to scream. "Do you think the attack on Nonno and me the other night had something to do with Handel's composition?"
    "I would think it likely. It would be too much coincidence for it to be otherwise. Those men were searching for something, and they spent a great deal of time in Don Giovanni's rooms."
    Byron's voice was killing her. Stroking her skin like velvet. Like a thousand tongues. She didn't think she could stand it much longer. She tried to force her body under control. She was going to have to send him home and get distance between them. Miles would help. Oceans maybe. "The opera is not common knowledge, even among family members. Franco could have told Marita, but I've never heard of him even asking about it. Someone must have seen it
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    when I was so insistent on playing it." With restless abandon, she pulled the pins from her hair so that it tumbled down her back, a wild display mirroring her bizarre emotions. "It's hot in here, we shouldn't have a fire."
    "Come here, Antonietta." Byron said it softly, but she heard the command in his voice. It set her teeth on edge.
    "Why? I say it's hot, and you want me to come to you." She paced away from him, wanting to tear at her own skin.
    "You are uncomfortable."
    Antonietta had a mad desire to kneel between Byron's legs and work his trousers from his body. Her mouth would show him uncomfortable. She imagined how he would feel growing full and hard and thick. At her mercy. She would show him none, not when he was making her feel so out of control and frustrated. She kept the distance of the room between them, wary of what she didn't understand.
    "Come here to me." He repeated the command, his voice coming between his teeth. Soft.
    Imperious. Frightening in that she wanted to obey him.
    She stood her ground, refused to move. Refused to give in to whatever was happening.
    "What is it? What's wrong with me?" The junction between her legs burned and ached for fulfillment.
    Byron touched her mind again, a shadow hiding while her mind raged and swirled with erotic images, with a terrible, insatiable hunger. "I suspect it is a combination of things, Antonietta. I do not understand why I cannot help you relieve your suffering."
    "Just tell me what it is."
    Byron sighed. "Carpathians must mate frequently. I have noticed you are very sensitive. I suspect between the Carpathian species and the Jaguar gene you must carry, you are feeling…
    er… heat."
    "Heat?" She whirled around. "I am not an animal in heat. That doesn't make me feel better, thank you very much."
    "Is the idea of mating with me so terrible?"
    "Don't twist my words. I didn't say that. If you want to help, distract me." She twisted her fingers together in sudden daring. "I want to see, Byron. I want to see through your eyes. You said you could do it, and I want to try."
    "Are you certain that is what you want? It will not be easy."
    She lifted her chin. "I don't care. I want to try it."
    "It will be disorienting at first. You'll have to get past your senses and hold on to mine.
    Your own body will fight you. The images will be in your mind. You will see things the way I see them."
    "I don't care, as long as I see." There was determination in her voice.
    "You will have to merge your mind fully with mine. What I see and feel, you will also. If