Page 63 of Eternal Craving

She shoved me into the cool shallow stream, and I rinsed off my body.

Sunaria beckoned me to follow her again. I knew the mausoleum she led me into – it was the very tomb where I’d first seen her, the eerie place stirring terrifying memories, though the cobwebs were now gone.

Fresh clothes awaited me, a gentleman’s attire. She’d even gotten my size right. Sunaria had filled the coffin with reams of material, rich silks and soft velvets that softened our bedding, luxuriating our place of rest.

She climbed in first.

With a nod from her, I slid the stone lid over us and hugged her against me. Despite the dark, her turquoise gaze pierced mine. Her beauty was extraordinary, a resplendent vision.

I traced the tattoo of an ancient design on her left arm. “What does it mean?” I asked.

She softened against me but didn’t answer.

“You’re beautiful,” I whispered.

She sighed softly, and I conveyed my gratitude for being here with her, thankful that I didn’t have to go through this ordeal onmy own. Sunaria’s expression was unreadable. She’d been like a phantom floating in and out of my life, and now she lay in my arms like an inexplicable miracle.

A preternatural awakening hinted that I might even cheat death, lessoning my sadness and absorbing my attention. I drew comfort from this mysterious woman, captivated by her alluring timelessness.

She tugged up her dress, revealing striking long legs, and I grasped the material, pulling it even higher, exposing her spray of fine raven-black curls.

The promise of what awaited me felt like a sublime rite of passage from my world to hers. With her nod of permission, I nestled between those porcelain thighs and tasted her, the frisson sweeping me up and away.

With every stroke of my tongue, I worshiped her, bestowing rapid caresses that worked themselves into a perfect rhythm, demanding nothing less than her utter gratification. Glancing up at her half-lidded gaze, and hearing the soft sound of her sighs, I confirmed that she approved. With her fingers clutching my hair, tugging, and her quivering thighs wrapped around me, I felt beholden for the chance to serve her.

Not so long ago, deep underground, I’d allowed my imagination to stray to this moment. Sunaria radiated sensuality, as though her very existence had been designed for man’s pleasure alone. I couldn’t fathom how I’d ever disrespected her, couldn’t comprehend that I’d once allowed her to walk away. I didn’t want this fierce intimacy to ever end.

I toyed perfectly with her hardened bud, and she responded by arching her back and moaning, subtle movements that clued me in on her unspoken words. As her scent moistened my face, dignifying me with the purest essence, I became her willing slave, her grateful paramour.

With my cock hard and aching, I dedicated this pang of need to her, ignoring my own desires for those of the one who had saved me. And I wanted to punish her this way for making me so indebted, force her to scream in ecstasy as she came and came again, refusing to relent until she commanded it.

Sunaria’s domination of me was like a bewitchment.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Lying in each other’s arms within the mausoleum, we waited for the sun to set.

Strange how I’d developed an aversion to daylight, but what was more alarming was the very idea that I might draw blood as sustenance and indeed find pleasure in it. It scared me to my core, and I tried to hide my fear of damnation. Yet at the same time, I fantasized about the fiendish act with a burning desire.

Still wary of staring directly into Sunaria’s eyes, I avoided her gaze. Instead, my fingertips traced the outline of her tattoo.

“It’s the symbol of a master’s ownership,” she said softly.

“You were a slave?”

“Once.”

My fingertip followed the curve of the design.

“I was sold to a Roman as a child.”

She sent me a mind image – a twenty-three-year-old female slave ending the bond with her master.

I glanced at her face and saw her turquoise eyes glistening. “I loved him.”

“But you killed him?”

“I did.”