Page 26 of Eternal Craving

With her fingers wrapped around the door handle, she turned and smiled.

Something melted deep inside me as she left the room. She’d penetrated my very core, and I didn’t even know her.

I hoped to be the one to win her over. But a more pressing matter tormented me.Alicia.

A terrible feeling came with the knowledge that Felipe had used her to get to me.

Alicia, I’m coming for you.

From the window, I watched Annabelle run along the garden pathway, making her way north toward the estate. The full moon guided her steps. I sighed as I left the room, captivated by the idea that I’d stolen her away. I offered a quiet prayer that she’d make it to my home safely.

Staff were reluctant to divulge Salvador’s whereabouts, but I wouldn’t takenofor an answer. They relented and pointed in the direction of the servants’ quarters.

From outside, noises in the room hinted at a tussle. Unable to resist, I opened the door slightly and saw Salvador, completely naked, embracing a male servant from behind. The inner rush I felt caused me to freeze for a moment.

Taking pleasure from the view, I slipped inside the room and lingered in a shadowy corner. I’d trespassed into a risqué rendezvous. It felt wrong, but it felt good, too. I had to assume that my kiss had alighted this passion – and here now unfolded the result of my flirting.

Once hidden beneath a dashing uniform, Salvador’s muscular physique was now exposed.

I turned to go.

A long groan drew me back. Salvador held onto his servant’s hips, thrusting in a perfect rhythm. Then he reached around and caressed his lover’s erection with exquisite skill. The man leaned forward with outstretched arms against the wall, supporting both he and Salvador, his fingernails digging into the granite.

And that could have been me.

They rocked in time, both in a trance-like rapture, their gasps echoing and their thighs shuddering. I sighed at the unfamiliarscene, fantasizing that Salvador was taking me exactly like that. My hardness pressed against my pants.

Salvador, this dashing conquistador, was still a virtual stranger, and yet we’d connected immediately, our rapport firing our imaginations, kindling something impossible to ignore.

As though chiseled in marble, Salvador's form pulsed with restrained power, each muscle a symphony of tension and grace, carved with sensual intent. His hips shifted subtly, as gasps escaped from their parted lips. Candlelight danced across sinew and shadow, awakening a primal reverence for his masculine beauty that was divine and dangerous.

God, he was enthralling.

Salvador whispered into his lover’s ear. Although unable to hear the words, I got the gist. The man leaned forward more, heightening their pleasure and their rhythm slowed as Salvador mastered both him and the moment, urging him into a fury, then slowing again, prolonging the arousal. Beads of perspiration shimmered over them both. Candlewicks flickered, throwing dancing shadows against the walls.

A shiver of desire ran from my core to my groin, and I exhaled, unsure of when I’d taken my last breath, hoping that they’d not heard my sigh.

The servant’s moaning was continuous now and his heavy eyelids hinted at his approaching climax. His stomach muscles rippled, and I could see what Salvador saw in him. He had a youngish face, a mischievous expression, and oozed sexuality.

Salvador’s heavy breaths shortened. My gaze fell upon his strong hand as it worked to give his lover pleasure, squeezing and stroking, wetting the tip.

Salvador's grip glided over the man's rock-hard cock, coaxing the curve tenderly, with deliberate pressure, each rapid pump a silent invitation. His conquest yielded and his length respondedas though beneath a sculptor's fingers, quivering into an arced shape as though being molded by desire.

Salvador whispered again and the man turned his head, eager for his kiss. Salvador sucked the very breath from him, eliciting another long groan as his tongue now searched his lover’s mouth. The man faced the wall again. Salvador’s free hand reached up and grasped his shoulder, readying for his final attack, pounding the man into oblivion.

His lover screamed his release as he emptied into Salvador’s hand, and with his other hand, Salvador silenced him with his palm against his mouth, muffled sounds of pleasure escaping through his fingers.

A surge of heat and breathless desire radiated from his touch to my soul. Salvador was a walking masterpiece.

He groaned his final desire, shuddering several times before collapsing against the wall. After a few moments, he regained his composure.

And then he saw me.

“Out,” he directed his servant.

The man grabbed his clothes and ran past me, avoiding eye contact. I opened the door for him.

Salvador cringed. “I thought you were with the girl.”