Page 100 of Eternal Obsession

“Yes, I know of him. But I . . .”

“What?”

“Nothing. It’s nothing.” It was not so much the fact that Fabian Snowstrom had written on the wall. It was the fact that the signature was dated last May. “Alex must have written it,” I reasoned.

Ingrid peered down at the worn table positioned in the center of the room. The ancient ominous markings and deep scratches upon it indicated its age, its once-sinister use made obvious by the original chain shackles still hanging down from it. The room’s eerie presence was intensified and heightened by the peeling paint on its walls and the low dark beams. I forced out thoughts of Snowstrom and focused once again on Ingrid. I stared at her, watching, waiting.

Ingrid strolled around the chamber, aware that something was looming. She ran her hands over the objects and furniture.

“In here?” She whispered it.

It had to be, after what Orpheus had tried to do to her, seduce her with darkness, I had to bring an edge of reckless abandonment.

I had to banish from her mind any thoughts of him.

When she was ready, I locked the door.

I commanded my fangs to retreat and pretended control came naturally to me, willing them back with the kind of discipline only the newly damned need to master.

I approached and kissed her passionately, embracing her firmly, wanting nothing more than for this moment to last. Her taste was sweet, her softness soothing.

She was precious in my arms, a hint of Lillie’s stirring my senses. Her skin was silk against mine, her complexion iridescent. As our mouths crashed against each other, the world narrowed, as though all that had come before dissolved, all the pain, all the loneliness, all the desperate longing was at last set free.

All guilt and confusion gone, as my tongue lashed against hers. This, my fierce claiming of her, she was mine and mine and mine. She is perfect.

Taking my time, I undressed her. Her pale naked body appeared so vulnerable, and it made me want her more. Ingrid was shaking.

I hugged her again, kissing her until she softened into me. Her female scent arose and fired my senses. I undressed. Taking her hand, I guided her to the central table and lifted her onto it, laying her down upon it. I caressed her nakedness, exploring her body with a gentle touch until her soft skin blushed.

Her gasps echoed . . .

I took her, crushing against her, responding to her every desire. She surrendered to my whispers as our bodies intertwined and immortal flesh embraced mortal skin.

Or was this sin, it was hard to gauge what was wrong or wise.

Teasing her nipple, one with my mouth, the other with squeezing fingers, I pressed my tongue and let it firmly circle there, slowly, and then suckled, drawing out every drop of pleasure for her and for me, every flicker of delight to hear her gasps.

Upon the table, with my body over hers, I pressed her wrists against the wood behind her head, and she relented, as though she had always craved my possession of her. Always needed, wanted and secretly yearned for domination.

Her legs wrapped around my waist. We shared a breath, utterly entwined. Each thrust inevitable, as though our bodies had always known this language, this rhythm, this story written in real time. Gentle with her, even as my superhuman strength overpowered her, I refused to force her surrender. Lifting off her slightly, I peered down between our legs and saw my length shiny with her wetness, my cock buried deep again, wanton for the tightness she offered. We moved as one, like two halves of a single, aching soul. Time dissolved, and what remained was only us, locked in a spell of fucking so flawless it felt holy.

Our passion for each other felt reverent. She gave and took in equal measure, her fingernails burying into my back, scratching against my demand for her to feel everything. If she wanted something, I gave it to her, intuition leading me to reach low, and find her clit, to thrum it as I rode her still, feeling those tiny spasms of her core clenching me.

“You like this?” I teased.

“Yes. God, I didn’t realize how much I needed this, Jadeon. There is something about you. I want you so much so badly.”

“You have me.” I rang my tongue along her jawline. “Whatever you want, whatever you need, say it. And it’s yours.”

“Can you fuck me hard?”

I gave an endearing smile. “For you, anything.”

We moved in unison, but then I took over, driving into her, breathless, thrusting hard and fast, rising and falling in a rhythm that boarded on reckless. Every moment hit with the force of one who deserves the other, as a surge of heat flourished, and the world narrowed to the pounding cadence we created together.

And when the crest finally broke, when this wild flight through time and space became something blinding, a stark pleasure stole my existence, and the whole world stilled. The room disappeared, and all that was, was her, and there came a burst of light and release as we climaxed together in a force so powerful that we were shattering still minutes later.

Then we just stayed there, breath tangled, eyes locked, without a single word spoken. What we had crossed together was rare. Something singular. Something else, and for me, it was a moment I knew I would carry forever. With her in my arms, I carried her upstairs.