on living my mundane life. Do I believe what I just confessed will come true? Wishful thinking. But right now, I want to ride the unknown. Lose myself to my curiosity. Confess all my evil thoughts. My desires. Offer myself to him without restraint.
I press my chest out, my breasts snuggling perfectly against his pecs. “Same goes for you. Make sure when taunting the wicked you can handle what she brings.”
The ground beneath me rumbles. A light flares behind his eyes. At the beginning of the night, it may have scared me away, but now, it challenges me to push him harder.
“You’re going to wake the dead with your thoughts, cherie.”
I lick my bottom lip, capturing it between my teeth. “Then maybe you should do something about that. You should know exactly what I want to keep me quiet, mind reader.”
There’s a sudden shift in the air as his body becomes stone against mine. My skin vibrates where his palms grip my waist, and for a moment, I fear I’ve pushed him too far. There’s no longer any trace of the gentle man he’s been presenting himself to portray. In front of me, I see a lion, ready to slay. “Offer yourself to me,” he growls.
“Excuse me?”
His voice is laced with urgency as he demands again. “Offer yourself to me. Grant me permission to have you.”
I stare back at him, willing to sacrifice my entire being just to have his lips back on mine. “I grant you permission to have me. All of me.”
He steps back and releases me. I lose my balance and stumble forward, my eyes scanning the darkness in search of him. Suddenly, everything begins to glow around me. Fireflies spark to life, creating a luminescent path through the cemetery, leading to a large, above-ground mausoleum.
Macareus reappears and captures my hand, guiding us along the path. The night air is thick. My skin prickles with excitement. I’m dizzy with each breath I take, and without hesitancy, I enter the burial chamber. The tomb is dark and invitingly cool. My eyes search the stone walls until torches appear alongside, fire creating a dim path for us to see.
“What is this place?” From the outside, it’s simply a tomb, but I find myself being guided down a long, narrow corridor. We come to a set of stone stairs that lead us underground. Aside from the glowing light from the torches, it’s too dim to get a good look at my surroundings. He holds my hand and helps me down each one, until we come to another sooty tunnel.
This may be the craziest thing I’ve ever done. I can’t believe I’m allowing someone, gorgeous or not, to lead me down an ancient underground pathway with no idea what’s to come. But it’s not fear I’m overwhelmed with, it’s excitement for the unknown.
The pathway becomes too tight, and I’m forced to walk behind him. We suddenly come to a stop, and Macareus pushes open a large, vaulted door. Long, scintillating bursts of light flash before me. When my sight returns, I can’t take in my surroundings fast enough. We’re no longer bordered by darkness and cramped walls, but in a room, clean and spacious. A sweet-smelling scent surrounds me as I circle around, taking in the jeweled green velvet cloth draped across the vast, high ceiling and falling in waves behind a regal size bed. This isn’t a grave, it’s a bedroom fit for a king.
Strong hands wrap around my waist, locking me in place. His cool breath fans against my shoulder blade. “Tell me, cherie, what is it you’re fantasizing about?”
My eyes get lost on the velvet material decorating the large bed, curious how my bare skin would feel draped across it. My nipples harden through my thin top, and I bite down on my bottom lip. I twist in his hold, bringing my eyes to his. “I want to undress you.”
A shiver races down my spine at the intensity of his hard stare. I sense he wants to rip my clothes off thread by thread, but he’s allowing me to be in control. “I’m all yours,” I say, provoking him to make his move. He releases his grip on me and raises his arms to offer me free rein of his body. My nerves spike, and for a minuscule of a second, I wonder what the hell I’m doing. I’m in a strange city, an even stranger place, embarking on a crazy sex escapade with a stranger. “’Tis impossible