Page 103 of Eternal Surrender

“You want this?” I asked her carefully.

“Yes.” She bit my ear with wild abandon.

The delicious sting brought a shudder.

Together we swirled around and around, waves encircling us as we neared the center, sharing our tenderness with delicate strokes, the gentlest affection. Ingrid’s soft sighs echoed, and the delicate blush arose on her neck.

Her tremors of her surrendering, an uncommon enchantment unlike any other; I lost myself in these rare precious moments with her, savoring her softness, her true mortal perfection.

Ingrid’s gasps rose and fell as she planted more kisses to my cheek, wrapping her legs around my waist and clutching me into her, blue water lapping around us.

Gently at first, I cupped her breast, then pressed a little firmer, squeezing her nipple between my fingers, drawing a tremor of arousal from her, filling the heat of a response under my touch.

Our kiss began tenderly, softly, and then flared into something more fervent, almost savage, tongues colliding, fingers clutching flesh with urgent need, a shared hunger that left no doubt.

I ached to be inside her, and she ached for it just as fiercely.

“Is he really gone?” she whispered, as though needing that finality, letting go of her loyalty that could find no place now.

On my nod, she relented, giving a slow steady knowing. “Then fuck me like he would.”

She watched me carefully, aware that her words might wound me. There was something in her, something familiar, almost unspoken, that coaxed out her truth. She didn’t fully believe he was gone, and yet she needed this, needed me right here in this moment.

“Would you like me to fuck you like Orpheus, too.” I couldn’t help myself.

It was a reckless thing to say.

Yet she responded. “What is that like?”

“Want me to show you.”

She gave a frantic nod, desperate for release, desperate for our words to fade and our passions to flow.

I lifted her and she settled on the pool’s edge, me still submerged, her stretched out on the warm tile, skin kissed by the soft lighting. I moved into the space between her thighs, drawn there by the desperate need to taste her, my tongue on her clit, flicking artfully, devoting myself to her pleasure until nothing else existed, but the sound of her breath, her body quivering, and the quiet and intoxicating rhythm of us.

I knew my passion for her, my obsession, was a hazard, like standing too close to the edge.

But there was no stopping this.

She leaned up, rested her palm on my head, and gripped my hair, holding me there, keeping me between her thighs.

Slowly, her eyes softened and she gave herself over to me.

I suckled her clit, seducing her tenderly into my darkness. With every lick of her softness, I vowed to protect her. Silently promising to protect her even from herself.

My fingers gliding artfully inside her as Ingrid’s pleasure bloomed, causing her to shudder.

Then, my left hand caressed her belly. My palm tracing the curve of her hips before finding that wet softness again, and reverently worshipping her sex.

She arched her back. “We are forbidden.”

“Yes.” I eased two fingers inside and finger fucked her. “That’s what makes it impossible to resist.”

My tongue launching back into flicking her clit with verve at the same time.

This woman quietly dismantled every defense. My guard dissipating, my fear of loving her falling away.

She had entrapped my heart without even trying.