Dark Enchantment (Elvis Presley Story)

Chapter 9

The next morning, Sophia awoke slowly, by degrees. First came the sunlight streaming through her bedroom window. Then, the surprising physical ache of her muscles, and the heavy-

Oh, my god!

She bolted upright in the bed, Grabbing for the sheets to cover her nakedness, recollections of the previous night streaking through her mind. Tangled and twisted, her blanket refused to cooperate as she scrambled back against her headboard. Pulling a corner of the sheet over her, she searched frantically around the room for...him.

Omigod, Omigod.

What had she done?

Last night was not what she had signed up for.

"Elvis?" She ventured, her voice coming out raspy with trepidation, thinking he might be ensconced in the en suite bathroom. The room virtually echoed back at her with tense silence. Not even a whisper of his power remained.

Rubbing her hand unsteadily over her eyes, she slid down on the mattress with a huge measure of relief. For a moment all she could think over and over was, he's gone. Thank God. Because she honestly didn't think she could face Elvis presley ever again. Not after the things he'd done to her last night. And all the things she'd done to him...

She'd expected sex. A nice, civilized round of man-on-woman pleasure. What she'd gotten was...SEX. round after round of wild, hard fucking. Her face burned. Swallowing a desperate sound of embarrassment, she yanked the pillow over her face. Incubus? She didn't think so. There was no way all that had been a dream.

Damn. She could even smell him on her sheets. That erotic scent that was all Elvis. Even now, her body was reacting to that unique smell that was so incredibly erotic it could practically make her come by itself. Let alone the rest of him... all through the night, she had been completely helpless to resist his seductive demonic powers.

Not that she wanted to resist. She'd been a total goner for Elvis presley the second he'd stepped through the fog and made that indecent proposal. Though, at the time she'd had no idea just how indecent he'd intended to get.

Last night she'd found out.

The man was incredible. A sexual demon in bed. Her breath hitched. Well, what did she expect? Elvis really was a sex demon. An incubus, who's speciality was driving woman crazy with his prowess. And it was working all too well. Even now, she had a fierce craving to close her eyes and go back to sleep, so he'd return to her bed. And they could do it all over again.

He really was driving her insane.

Please, God. She couldn't do this. Four more nights! She wouldn't survive even one more! She must find a way out of their agreement. Or she'd end up-

The phone rang, startling her badly.

Raking a hand through her hair, she took a deep breath and answered.

"Hello?" She said making an effort to answer as her usual calm and collected self. Yeah, right.

"It's gone nine," said Elvis's deep, smooth voice, laced with amusement. "Still in bed, honey?"

Her throat seized up and for a second she couldn't utter a sound. "Where are you?" She asked suddenly suspicious.

"You're office. Just stopped by to see how you were getting on after...everything." He almost purred on the last word. There was that voice again.

She squeezed her eyes shut as a mass of chaotic feelings seared through her. Disbelief. Mistrust. Frustration. Pleasure.

Damn it! He's a demon!

In such a short time he had succeeded in turning her world upside down. "I'm fine," She said as she vaulted out of bed. "Ouch!" She had forgotten about the sore muscles.

"What?"

"Nothing."

She'd also forgotten his annoying ability to read her mind.

"Did I overdo it last night?"

"You think?"

"You seemed to enjoy yourself."

She tipped her head back and stared at the ceiling for a brief moment. "I did," She reluctantly admitted. "But you cheated. Don't think i didn't notice you planted more of your essence in me. I know how that works." Which is why he could read her thoughts and emotions so well, right down to her physical desires.

"You seemed to enjoy that, too."

She had. The Truth was. She'd never experienced an orgasm that incredible and intense.

"Elvis, you're an incubus. You can make me enjoy whatever you do to me."

"We both know I didn't make you do a single thing last night you didn't want to do. You enjoyed it all on your own. My essence only inhanced your pleasure. Admit it, Sophia. You wanted me badly. And you still do."

A shiver ran through her body at the raw truth. But there was no way she would tell him that.

"There's no shame in it, baby," he purred, low and rough. "You were amazing. I've never had a more eager or generous lover. I'm counting the minutes until tonight."

She could let his pretty words get to her.

His whisper was bespelling her. She fought the urge fiercely, struggling to shield herself from it.

"Stop," She said, forcing herself to snap out of it. "Your tricks won't work on me."

"They worked fine last night."

"You're right," She admitted. "I can't say no when I'm with you. Your power is too strong. It's not fair."

"Sophia, you knew who I was when we made that deal. You've studied my kind your whole life. If you came into this with false assumptions, whose fault is that?"

Hers. All hers.

"You're mine," he whispered. The words leapt from the phone and chured through the room like a dark, hot wind.

You're mine.  You're mine. You're mine.

Again she fought him. "I belong to no one, Elvis."

He continued as though she hadn't spoken. "Our time together is short enough. Try to enjoy it while you can."

"You can only take what I'm willing to give," She told him.

"I'll take whatever I desire," he refuted mildly. "Accept your fate, honey. Because there's nothing you can to to stop it now."

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