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I raised my head in surprise. His voice had been so confident and assertive without any doubt. I could also see this determination on his face.
"Well, that's settled then," Tanael said dryly. But before we left, I quickly returned to the lounge and said goodbye to Dad and my two other brothers.
The moment I entered the study, a portal appeared. A blink of an eye later, Tanael was already on the other side, and my brother followed him without looking back.
I walked toward it agonizingly slowly, hoping this would all end well. Before I could rack my brains any further, I, too, stepped through the glistening light into a world that was losing more and more of its horror for me.
CHAPTER 17
When I saw that the portal had taken us straight into the magnificent gardens, which had also enchanted me in my first few minutes in this unknown, I was eternally grateful to Tanael.
Chris was no different. He stood rooted to the spot amidst the lavender bushes, and his smile held a bittersweet note. Sweet like happiness and bitter like finiteness. Completely immersed in the view, he didn't even notice me.
As I wanted to give him this moment, I turned to the small pavilion I had discovered in a sunny clearing not far from here. Its wooden beams were entwined with rose tendrils, and its roof was just a transparent cloth that allowed a view of the star-studded sky at night.
My head was whirling. It couldn't be! Or was it? It was the very pavilion where Tanael and I had danced on the roof terrace of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Eyes wide open, I entered the elevation and stroked one of the wooden beams, almost as if I hoped the wood could speak and share its memories. But it remained silent.
"Yes, it's the same," Tanael's voice whispered directly behind me in my ear. It came out of nowhere, yet I didn't even flinch slightly.
"What do you mean?" I asked him without turning around. I already knew his answer, but I didn't want him to look at me when he said it.
"This is the pavilion where we danced. Just the two of us, nestled close together."
With every word he said, a pleasant shiver ran down my spine, and I felt his warmth close to my body.
"Is that why you put the ring on my finger?" I looked down at the silver snake.
"Yes. No one was to know that you were in the underworld. Everyone was supposed to think that you were introduced to John Adam Nash in the museum hall with the other women. But Zuri had slipped into your form and taken your place. Surrounded by a spell, she prevented his attention from falling on you."
The memories of the musical sounds wiped this information aside.
"You were breathtakingly beautiful that night, in your dress and with your cheeks flushed from dancing," he breathed. "Your bare skin on your back was so soft when I stroked it. How I would have loved to rip your dress off and explore your whole body with my hands."
I was getting hot, the fire of lust racing through my veins. A low moan escaped my throat. I should have run away immediately, but I couldn't. I didn't want to.
"I would have been very gentle. I would have traced every one of your sensual curves with my fingers. First, your lips, full and such a seduction. Then, I would have made my way down. Down your neck and to your breasts. They fit perfectly in my hands and the pink nipples, hard with arousal; I would have slowly circled them until you felt like you had to scream my name."
Although he didn't touch me as he described the path his hands wanted to take on my body, invisible fingers were doing precisely what he said. I now willingly leaned towards these invisible hands. The predetermined path stretched hotly across my skin, branded for eternity. Only incidentally did I notice the transparent dome that had formed around us, sealing us off from the outside world. Without asking, I knew no one could see or hear us anymore.
"Do you want to know what I want to do then?" His voice was just a whisper, a throaty echo of my own desire. A whimper escaped me, and I felt his satisfied smile against my ear.
"After that, my fingers would follow the soft curves of your belly. Circling your belly button and sliding deeper and deeper down. Can you feel it, Haye?"
Feel? That word didn't even begin to capture it. I couldn't just feel it; I was one with his hands. It was a fire, a light, and a storm simultaneously. I could feel it, taste it, see it. Him and his painfully slow way down to the point that was already eagerly waiting for him.
"My hand would have found its target, soft and wet. Ready for me. I would have slid gently into your center, caressing your little pearl with my thumb and filling you with my fingers at the same time. Excruciatingly slowly, I would have penetrated you each time to the rhythm of our rapid breathing."
Only now did I realize I had arched my back. My head was leaning against his chest, and we were both out of breath.
"While I would have satisfied you down there, my tongue would have slid along your ear, then over your neck, all the way to your beautiful cream-colored breasts. Your nipple would have been warmly enveloped by my mouth, and my tongue would have licked it until you felt every touch in your lap."
Gasping, I felt the tingling between my thighs. Electric jolts that only fueled my desire. He still wasn't really touching me; it was just words and those invisible fingers stroking my sensitive spot, which drove me crazy and made me want him more than I already did.
"But my tongue wants all of you, to taste you, to drink your sweetness. So, I trace a path to your belly button and then down into your quivering womb. I slowly pull my fingers out of you and lick them with relish before plunging into paradise. Your pearl lies before me, like in a rare shell that only exists once in all the universes. So precious and so aroused that I can easily conquer it with the tip of my tongue. I tease it in circles, suck on it, and my teeth graze the inside of its shell."
All my feelings, thoughts, and energies were concentrated on the point that Tanael had described. A tension built up inside me that would burst into an explosion at any moment.
"Can you feel the heat, my movements, and the excitement, Haye?"
