No sooner had Bianca left the Villa than Harry quickly entered the kitchen.
Emmanuelle's eyes darkened momentarily as she caught her beloved's warm, reassuring scent.
Harry immediately took her in his arms and lifted her up so he could kiss her:
"Mate," he whispered adoringly. He gently ran his tongue over the corner of the vampire's lips before a purr rose. "You have a sweet taste on your lips, my little Mate."
"Salted butter caramel on the toast. Want some?"
Harry settled for flicking his tongue over her lips to savor the sweet notes left on his soul mate's skin.
Emmanuelle put her arms around his neck and began sniffing him:
"Why do you wear the smell of blood, my beloved?"
Harry's expression became more serious. He sighed, saddened that he could not continue this intimate momen
