Dark Admirer (13 page)

He wanted this, to be a man, to make love to Eve. To possess her forever.

But to fall so far…

“You have never loved…”

Anael shut his eyes tighter, struggling and failing to block out the voice. No, he had never loved. Never before had a woman made him feel this way, never had he given his heart to another.

Was it so wrong for him to feel love, to desire to be loved in return? Why was he not allowed that simple pleasure when every other human in the world—good and bad—was allowed the emotion?

“Soon you will understand that the power, the pleasure you seek, is not a gift that can be given by the one you serve. Soon, you will come to look upon me as your saviour.”

He tired to ignore the lure of those sinful words, and instead tried once more to hear Eve’s thoughts, to connect with her as he had from the very moment he had first entered her life. He listened for her. Fought to see her, to find her in his mind, but she was nowhere. Just the lingering effects of her perfume and the alluring scent of her womanly body could be felt. She was lost to him.

He had only but to ask for it.

Chapter Seven

He should not be here, in Eve’s room, watching her rise from the tub, her voluptuous body shining and slick with water. He should not allow his gaze to greedily study the slow slide of her blonde tresses cascading down her back. Nor should he be wishing that she would turn—if only a fraction—so that he could see the contour of her breast and watch as she pulled her heavy hair over one shoulder, baring her swan-like throat.

He should not be thinking of the sensual picture she made, standing before him, unaware that he was watching her. He should not feel his loins heat as he imagined himself coming quietly up behind her, cupping her lush breasts in his hands as he buried his face into her scented neck.

Do not show yourself. Do not let them hear you. Do not let
them know of your presence
. Those had been his, and every other angel’s, orders. But he was failing that holy order, because he wanted nothing more than to reveal himself to Eve.

Why her
, he silently asked while looking out the window at the black sky and the snow clouds that gathered like tempests above them. He waited to hear the answer to his question, but nothing came. The only sound was the towel falling away from Eve’s body and landing atop the down coverlet.

Anael shut his eyes against the vision, against the sound of his blood roaring in his ears. But he could still hear her breathe, a deep husky draw, and in his mind he saw her breasts rise and fall with that unhurried, erotic breath. She would be standing naked before her mirror, her skin pink from the warmth of the tub, her nipples turgid in the cool air of the room. Her form would be highlighted in the golden light of the candles she had lit on her dresser and nightstand.

He could go to her, could hear her husky little sighs as he skimmed his hands all over her body.

Never show yourself
, he repeated, willing the hunger in him to subside.
Remember who you serve—it is not your needs, but the needs of your Creator.

Slowly the hunger ebbed, leaving him easy enough so that he could turn around and face her. What he saw was nothing short of torture. Not even the Abyss had been as hellish as this.

Eve was standing naked before her full length mirror. She was studying herself, her hands travelling over the parts of her body she likely found fault with—the very same parts that made his mouth water.

He watched the descent of her hand as it skimmed over the rise of her soft, white belly, only to skate over to her hip and down her plump buttock. Her free hand began to trace the contours of her breasts, and Anael saw her head tip to the side, her long hair sliding over her shoulder as she watched her hands moving along her body.

Focused on her task, she did not notice the movement behind her. He kept himself invisible as he stood behind her, watching her touch herself. He reached out, his hands no more than an inch from her back, and she arched, feeling his energy pervading her body. With a purr she closed her eyes and brushed her erect nipple with her thumb, before cupping and kneading her breast.

Anael felt her pleasure through the energy they were sharing. It came off her creamy skin and into his palm, then down his arm where it settled deep in his chest and loins. He allowed himself that pleasure. To be here with her, even though she didn’t know it. It was his secret. His shame.

He was her secret Dark Admirer.

* * * *

Watching. Waiting. Hungering…
the whispered words seemed to burn in Eve’s belly, filling her with a warmth that curled low in her pussy, making it ache.
Yearn.

The heat she suddenly felt seemed to intensify, engulfing her neck and back. Closing her eyes, she savoured the fleeting, almost fluttering touch against her skin.

It was not the touch of her own hand.

She was familiar with the way her fingers felt on her body. She’d done it a million times; pleasured herself. But this was different.
No, this was another’s touch.

The wind outside was rising up, and it howled yet again, rattling the old windows of her loft. A blast of air came out of nowhere, extinguishing the candles, plunging her bedroom into darkness.

“Come to me, Eve…”

It was him. Her stranger. She’d know that beautiful deep voice anywhere. It was for the energy from his touch that seemed to heat her body all over, despite the draft that had suddenly appeared in the room. She knew that energy. Had felt it once before.

“You’ve come,” she whispered as the current of cold air engulfed the room. It hovered in the atmosphere like a patch of wispy fog, then seemed to find its way over to her and wrap itself around her. Like a burial shroud it became part of her as it slowly swirled around her bare feet, up around her ankles and calves, snaking up her thighs. It spread across her lap, winding its way between her thighs, caressing their inner facings. Involuntarily, her legs parted. She felt the air stroke her, high on the inside of her thighs, felt her flesh begin to quiver and grow moist where the coldness kissed the joining of her thighs.

Yes…
her mind seemed to cry as she became restless for more of the sensation that licked its way up her body. As if in answer to her pleas, her breath caught and held as the cool sensation swept over her mons. Over and over it caressed her, teasing her by inching closer and closer to her pussy, until she no longer felt chilled, but warm…so very warm.

Rising up, the sensation evaporated from her thighs only to stroke her belly before it lingered over her breasts. Struggling for air, she began to breathe faster, felt her breasts rising and falling as the sensation all but engulfed her.

“Feel me,”
she heard him say, his voice, usually so velvety smooth was now gruff, harder. “
Feel me now.”

“I feel you,” she whispered as her hand came up to rest against the swells of her breasts. “Oh, God I feel you everywhere.” Her head seemed to tilt to the side of its own accord, exposing the expanse of her throat as her fingers trailed lazily over her nipples and areoles.

The cold turned to warmth as it covered her breasts like the breath of a lover. The warmth—now hot—washed over her breasts to the deep valley of her cleavage, then up to her throat where the vein in her neck throbbed. For seconds she waited to experience a touch, a kiss, a whispered word.

Thump, thump, thump
, the rhythm of her surging blood sang in her ears until it was all she could hear; the rushing of her blood in her veins, the feel of warmth stroking the vein as if someone were breathing against her. Her lips parted as she tilted her head further, desiring more...
so much more
.

And then she did—a mouth—warm and soft against her neck, followed by a strong, wet tongue that flicked the column of her throat in teasing strokes that had her hips undulating, searching for something to fill the emptiness between her legs.

“What are you doing to me?”

“Taking you where you want to go. Taking you where you
need
to go.”
Eve felt her hands gripped together, her wrists shackled in an invisible hold behind her back.
“Taking you to a place where you cannot say no, a place where only pleasure exists. A place where only I can give you what you need.”

Eve swallowed hard and made a half-hearted attempt to pull at the unseen bonds holding her.
“Do you want to go,”
he asked, his voice more seductive than expensive chocolate.
“Do you want me to take you there?
”

“Yes,” she said, giving in to her desires. It didn’t matter that this was just a fantasy she was using while she was masturbating. She often fantasised, but it never felt this real, this tactile. And God, she wanted more of this. More thoughts of that stranger handling her body, giving her what she had wanted that night in the bookstore.

Her hands were still bound behind her back, and she struggled to see through the darkness, to bend this fantasy of hers to her own will.

“Not your fantasy, Eve,”
the voice whispered,
“but mine.”

Goosebumps immediately covered every inch of her body, and she felt the tips of callused fingers follow their path.

‘The notion excites you.”

“Yes.” It was her fantasy after all. She was in control of the scenario. She could say “no” whenever she wanted. Whenever she wanted to stop, she’d awaken, alone in her bedroom with the candles still flickering and her vibrator in her hand, covered in—

“Your cream?”

She nodded, unable to speak, or even breathe. A hand snaked down her spine, down over her bottom and between her cheeks.

“You have a gorgeous ass, Eve. I’d like to see you on your knees with my cock deep inside you.”