Page 173 of Eternal Surrender

Ingrid was aware of everything and nothing all at once, at least that was how she appeared. I held her upright against me.

She was on her toes, transformed into something transcendent, like a dancer, her pupils dilated wide as her arousal carried her into that final pose of a climax. Her chin raised, arms extended as she gripped behind my neck with the grace of one possessed by pleasure.

Upon the bed now, I wrapped my fingers around her throat to slow down her tempo. “I love you. And now you know that,” I told her.

She was motionless, her eyelids closed and her face relaxed, her arms resting by her sides, her mind drifting.

I too let go, experiencing the energy that had intensified around us.

Eyes closed, I went with her. . .

With Ingrid’s hand in mine, we drifted across time and space, disappearing into the nothingness as we braved to become one with everything. . .

With each other.

“I remember,” Ingrid whispered, and she intertwined her fingers with mine. “Jadeon?” She let out a moan, seemingly spellbound, the preternatural blood surging within her and prolonging her. . .

Losing myself completely, recalling the image of the way she’d stood in the doorway, her head held proudly, showing off with a delicious self-assurance. Taking full control, I let Ingrid know she was mine.

The music an unfailing classical backdrop to all that had unfolded, where new memories were forged, and for the first time, I believed they might just push out the nightmares of my past.

All that I wanted was her.

Reaching low, flicking her clit, I carried her over the edge to oblivion. Her breath shuddered, and she appeared to be caught between reverence and surrender, as pleasure unfurled through her. Instinctively, she reached for me, her hand gripping my shaft, and it was just enough to cause me to flinch and then still, as the surge of pleasure came in decadent waves, each one richer than the last.

My mind went blank, until there was nothing but sensation, exquisite, consuming, almost sacred in its intensity. Pumping my hips, I released in waves, and somehow, someway, she was conscious enough to glide her hand up and down my cock as we entered that impossible place together.

Passing through that invisible doorway, swept up by that luminous force that trembled along skin as it suspended us in breathless eternity.

I closed my eyes, and for a moment the world narrowed. She moaned my name as our shared pleasure subsided, and yet we continued to rock against each other, fitting perfectly, as this rising bliss stretched on.

Ingrid’s auburn locks whipped from side to side as the ecstasy stole her breath away, sweeping over her and causing her to tremble against me.

This, this was madness, this inability for either of us to cease this glorious fucking. Within the room, the colors seemed sharper, more vivid, her perfume reminding me of wildflowers, wild like her, her body warm below mine, her whispers of what she wanted, needed, brushing against my ear.

As her fingernails dug into my flesh, as she coaxed me on, I increased my rhythm, pounding her harder, burying myself deeper still, until her thighs shuddered, and she climaxed long and hard again.

Letting go completely, surrendering to me yet again, her inhales sharp, her wanton sighs and words intoxicating.

She had opened to me, and I her, moving together, as I held off on my release until she had another, more violent, more pleasurable.

She arched her back, staring at the wall behind her but not seeing it.

My fangs betrayed me as they grazed her neck, delivering scarlet droplets upon my tongue, carrying her secret desire on a wave of intimacy; Ingrid’s silent words found me.

“Turn me,” she was saying. “Make me yours.”

And as I disappeared inside myself, unable to hold back, I felt the earth and sky collapse into each other, as if time itself had opened, and in that moment, we were no longer enemies but lovers.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

The Arlington Suite was still now.

The linen Ingrid and I lay upon was now crumpled beneath us.

I pinched the stem of the ripe strawberry, dipped it into Ingrid’s Champagne and pressed it gently to her lips.

I had no idea how much time had passed, and I didn’t care.