Echoes in Eternity (The Pella Series Book 1) (76 page)

Do you know why I say that about you? According to the legend of Aristophanes, Zeus created the primeval man round in shape; his back and sides forming a circle with four arms and four legs, one head with two faces, looking opposite ways. He could in fact go backwards or forward as he pleased. He was strong; nearly undefeatable. The celestial council got together to decide the fate of men who were complete and physically powerful, yet utterly insolent because of their lack of need. Their souls were decaying, for mankind did not at all understand the power of Love. Should Zeus kill and eradicate them from the face of the earth like he had the giants or diminish their strength by cutting them in half thereby punishing their insolence and giving them a major lesson in love? He decided to cut men into two parts where each half would be desiring the other, wanting to come together to entwine in their reciprocal embraces; longing, yearning, hungering for one another to the point of self-neglect, and not wishing to be apart even in death.

             
Though the legend may sound somewhat prodigious, it is not however far from the truth. When the souls were created, some of them were halved, and some souls sadly were only created as a half without a perfect match. Those who had a perfect half may not have even been born in the same millennia let alone the same century. That way, men pined for their other half with a desire to be wholly one, needing the other’s company day and night.

You, my graceful angel, are half of my soul, and I, Alexander Aurelius Pella who once conquered the earth as the most powerful emperor the world has ever seen, won and commanded my warriors’ hearts and their full submission for all their lives have been incomplete, empty, unfulfilled and have long been looking for my reckoning, yet never finding it, because you weren’t in my life. Then…then I got a glimpse of you… while on my fucking deathbed! I would forego Elysium and harrow Hades for you and you alone. I am desperately, unconditionally and helplessly in love with you. I, a former world conquering emperor, a first generation Nephilim had been reduced to the level of a lowly man with just a glimpse of you and swore fealty to your father, renouncing my freedom for the first time in my life just so I could exist with you.
Because, my beloved Elissa Cassandra Pella, you and I are created for each other. I give you all that I am, and all that will ever be freely, completely and irrevocably. You now possess the other half of my soul, all of my heart and my body. I am your lover, your husband, your slave and your master.

             
What I feel for you is very simple after all: I can’t help but to love, love, love and love you because our love echoes in eternity.

Your Alexander
”

             
The sprouting memories take root and the visions of our wedding night firmly take its place in my memory. The last gift he gave me right before my bridal bed is the same item I received from this man who bears an uncanny resemblance to my Alexander.

“I want to remove every garment off you tonight, but this,” he said holding the g
olden jewelry that looked like tiny hands were parting the golden leaves.

“What is it?” I asked.

“It’s called ‘
calcar
’,” he said. When I look at him quizzically, he smiled lasciviously. “
Spur
,” he added his voice husky. It didn’t look anything like a spur. He slowly undressed me, and put my legs through the thin, delicate leather straps. When I realized its function, I blushed profusely. The spur separated the folds of my sex like tiny hands and exposed my clitoris and the entrance of my sex for the pleasure of my husband’s mouth and tongue. While his hands worked my breasts, his mouth relentlessly pleasured my defoliated sex, making me shout his name with complete abandon.

My body shakes with the same pleasure as if it had just happened, but the vision of the memory disappears like the will of the wisp
. My vision clears, I shudder first with confusion then with realization. I’m wrapped within the arms of a man who resembles my husband yet something doesn’t seem quite right. Am I seeing whom I want to see, or is that really him? How can I know?

“Where did you get this?”
I question him.

“Surely I told you that. Where do you think
I got it angel?” It’s a non-answer. No one, not a single person other than the two of us knew about this intimate gift. This man who looks like my husband wants me to trust him. I don’t trust myself, how can I extend that trust to him?

“Let me prove
to you that I am who you think I am. Just a single kiss, angel. What harm do you see in that? Let your body remember me.” He wants a kiss to prove to me who he is. Just a single kiss… I do want to kiss the man I once married. What is the harm in finding out? If my eyes and sight trick me, surely I can remember his kiss. I have kissed him recently.

“One kiss…” he murmurs with that arrogant confidence. He does smell like him. Sounds like him. Does he kiss like him? Can my sense of memory differentiate when I shut all other senses out? A very distant voice rings in my mind. Words mix and jumble. I can’t understand the voices in my head and soon they’re shut out. I acquiesce my agreement and he immediately cages me against the wall with his body. His lips gently molds over mine; his tongue teasing the seam of my lips to open up. I’m inebriated with his touch. He closes my hand containing the jewelry parting with it. My other hand reaches up to his hair, but the texture of his hair isn’t the same as what I see. The man who is kissing me has longer, straighter, finer hair than I remember Alex having. His erection is in full salute mode digging into my belly. My eyes spring open.

              “You’re not Alex!” I shout, trying to push his wall of a body away from me. Before he gets his senses back, someone else grabs me out of his grasp. This new touch is completely familiar, like the two puzzle pieces fitting together without any force. I’m in the arms of the man who once was my husband in a different life and a different place. What do I do with this information? His hold of me is loving, firm, possessive, strong and protective. He loves me, still…he loves me of his own free will! Free will! And I… I realize I love him beyond measure. Would it be selfish to desire him this badly? Yet, I’m told that the man I love, want, desire and lust after is the man I shouldn’t have. Despite all the warnings, I want him back. He is mine!

CHAPTER XXVIII

WATERS OF DEATH AND KISS OF LIFE

Elissa Cassandra Duncan

Alex snatches me at the speed of a supersonic jet and our ascent starts immediately. Having been slammed into his rock hard chest deflates my lungs in a rapid rush. Breathing seems impossible before the blue aura encases both of us in its protection. I’m forced to clutch my teeth over his deltoid muscle and I try taking shallow breaths through clenched teeth. Once the light blue aura covers us in its protection completely, I dig my head into his muscular shoulder then inhale shakily as anxiety fills me with the realization that I’m in Alex’s arms, my real Alex who was my husband in another lifetime. What am I to him now? What is he to me now?

The gentle swishing and wrapping of light unites both of our bodies firmly. I can feel our ascent and it’s many times faster than my descent but I’m not afraid. I feel safe. I’m firmly and securely held, in fact tangled in Alex’s arms and legs, his chest is a hard slab of muscle. Warmth spreads through my limbs thanks to Alex’s magnificently hot body. With my newfound senses I now fully feel and appreciate his unyielding control, his immense power, and his outpouring desire for me evidenced by his erection currently digging into my belly. I chance a peek and see the two of us held together with flames of light, shifting and moving safeguarding us as we ascend. As I get a better command of my keen sagacity, anxiety slowly leaves my body. We’re bundled fitting into each other’s embrace like the two perfect pieces of a puzzle, his yin to my yang. My acute awareness of him was present even when my eyes were closed, but when I open them every sense is heightened. Alex wordlessly moves his head to the crook of my neck, digging deeper, inhaling deeply. A deep guttural appreciative groan escapes his lips. I sense his relief, but also his well concealed caution. My body is completely aware and alert towards his nude body. Ravenous desire explodes in me when the full impact of being tangled within his pure primal alpha male limbs and embrace resonates. The heavy, growing and wildly throbbing length between us arouses me. The ache between my thighs pulses, begging for attention. My lungs heave a big gulp of breath to soothe the surfeit of sensation taking over my body begging to be sated.

Alex slightly moves his lips kissing my neck, jaw, cheek and finally his warm lips reach my ear.

“I told you, angel! I love you so damn much; I would harrow hell for you! Anywhere you go, I will find you…” he whispers fervently. He did! He descended into hell to get me back! I just hold onto him tighter a shiver runs through my entire body.

“This is me, Elissa… All of me. Not duty bound. Just a man in love with his…” he stops a brief second. “…in love with his woman,” he finishes, reassuring me.
His
woman... His words slay me, bringing down all my barriers I had carefully erected; softening and priming my entire body, making me crave him incessantly, voraciously, uncontrollably. How can I shamelessly think of his pulsing erection sliding deep inside me while we’re ascending out of Hades? What I want is written all over my face, and his mirrors mine.

“Alex,” I whisper with a seductive voice. “You make me come alive and light up my soul. Please, take me hard and ro
ugh until I’m weak in the knees.”

“No, baby. I thought I lost you again. I want to take my time to completely feel you,” he says urgently.

“I…” a soft groan escapes my lips in protest. “I’ve been dead, Alex. Make me feel alive! I
need
to feel alive!” I plead urgently. Alex shifts his arms, repositioning his grasp to realign us. Finally his lips find mine. But he’s not gentle with me. His lips possess mine, covering, sucking, demanding. An aroused moan parts my lips and his tongue just invades my mouth with sensual strokes, creating a salacious dance with mine. I match his ardor with my own. His right hand cups my buttock, squeezing it hard while his left hand keeps my neck firmly in place just at the right angle for his demanding ministrations.

“You want
it rough, angel? Fine! We’ll do it your way! I will fuck you seven ways out of Hades until you scream my name with ecstasy and forget any other name!” he murmurs gruffly into my lips. His words alone are enough to unravel me. I feel the slick wetness between my legs. His middle and index fingers gently part the folds of my sex, gliding and teasing between the folds of the bloom. His middle finger caresses the small bud and rubs the sensitive bundle of nerves with the pad of his middle finger, first slowly, then quickening his tempo in a rush. Just as I come close to my peak, he slides his fingers into my tight slit and buries his knuckles deep into my sex. The inner muscles of my sex ravenously clench trying to pull them deeper inside me. I rake my nails over his back scratching him. With the little movement I’m afforded within our confinement I lean in and capture his earlobe between my teeth, first grazing it, then sucking it deep. The head of his erection finds the opening of my soaking sex. A primal sound akin to a growl rises from Alex’s throat and he feeds his erection achingly slow until I’m sitting on the thick base of his cock.

“I hold, you move!” he practically growls his order. He shifts as if he is sitting on the bottom of our light aura so that he can fuck me deepest. I start moving; the light aura around us shifts, expands, but holds itself. Once I find our syncing rhythm, I rise over his erection nearly to the tip, then fall onto it, letting him spear me with his cock. He holds my buttocks with his finger digging deep and hard then gyrates his hips and angles it lower and thrusts it deep where he wants to be, finally stroking my sweet spot by amplifying all of my sensations. The slick rhythmic caresses of his cock inundate my body and mind with pure pleasure carrying me above my climax. He manages to keep my orgasm just beyond my reach. My body and mind rush to it, yet it is still falling a step behind my skillful lover.