Page 52 of Eternal Craving

She exuded that familiar fragrance, stirring remnants of a long-ago desire.

You’re not real.I sighed. At least I thought I did.

Sunaria stood close by, unchanged and flawless.

I struggled to breathe.

“I can offer you a life beyond this one. Sayyesand I’ll bring you over.”

“I’m dying.”

“I can bring you back.”

A gnawing pain shot through me. I cried out.

“What is your choice?” she asked.

“Don’t leave…”

“Tell me what you want.”

“Life.”

She nuzzled in and I welcomed her softness, then came a sharp sting at my neck and the feel of her kissing me there.

Though weak, I strained against my bindings. “I can’t breathe.”

She pulled away. “It will feel worse,” she whispered, “before it feels better.”

I tried desperately to break free. Had to find my way out of here…find my way home.

Her wrist pressed firmly against my mouth, which opened wider to receive the warm taste of the finest claret. Even though I knew my actions were depraved and unspeakable, the arousing sweetness was too thirst-quenching to refuse. My dry tongue licked and suckled.

A boy again, full of excitement, climbing out my bedroom window. Near the far wall on the other side of the arena stood Roelle and Aaron, only this time I observed them with a man’s insight. Felipe’s rough hands nudged me into the bullring.

I choked on a sob.

Despite their covered faces, I knew it was them and recognized the cudgel that Felipe raised into the air.

It was a dying man’s realization – or something else, something shown to me by her, a mystical revelation of what had truly happened that night. My suffering dissipated and, with the wafting of her perfume, my torment crept shamefully away, like a nightmare that had done its worst.

“I have you now,” Sunaria said softly. “You’re safe.”

Transfiguring, I gazed skyward, as a pulsing surged along my arms and down through my thighs and calves, eliciting a thrilling vibration, a quickening of mind, body, and soul.

A sensuous imagining…

Sunaria astride me, rising and falling in a fantasy that seemed so real, guiding my imagination, luring me, and holding my gaze. Dark locks spilling over naked shouldersalmost concealing the curve of her breasts. My hands found her small waist, directing our pace, controlling the rhythm. Hard inside her, yearning for her, my body was drenched in a wet heat.

In all this time, I’d not once looked at another woman. Annabelle was my one true love who’d freed me from myself, the wife who waited for me even now.

Her chilling whisper lingered in the air. “Surrender.”

I desired nothing more than to hold onto this feeling, then realized that my restraints remained and my hands were still bound behind me and secured to the post, restricting me from moving.

Rocking together, sharing these erotic visions, exquisite pleasure carried us along. Sunaria mastered me, dominating every nuance of my body, mind and soul.

Spellbound, I exhaled for what felt like the first time, as I came inside her.