Dark Enchantment (Elvis Presley Story)

Chapter 19

Sophia didn't know what had come over her. What she'd done was so out of character for her. But incredible. It was a great feeling, having a demon lying utterly helpless beneath you. Almost like her old days as a tracker. Like the time she'd bespelled a vampire, she managed to shackle him in silver handcuffs until the disposal team arrived. But this was better. Much better.

"You think I'm helpless?" Elvis's voice was thick and smooth as sweet molasses from the lingering aftereffects of his climax, his chest still rising with rapid breaths. He cracked open an eye and peered down the length of his torso to where her head rested on his abdomen.

"Silver doesn't work on me, you know. Though...handcuffs could be interesting. On you, of course."

"Stop reading my mind," She answered. It was getting worse. Before, he could only pick up vague images and emotions. Now he was quoting actual sentences from inside her head.

"For your information, I'm not helpless. Not by a long shot." His sensual, otherworldly energy swirled around her.

She sent him a frown. "It was just a figure of speech, Elvis. And I mean it about reading my mind."

"If you don't want me in your thoughts, just shield them. I know you can do it. You've done it often enough."

"I shouldn't have to."

"No, you're right." He stared down at her for a long time. So long, he started to make her nervous. "What?"

"What do you think?" He said at last. His flesh was hot and sweat-slicked where she lay sprawled on top of him. He smelled of exotic spices. But his energy had curled in on itself and disappeared.

She lifted her head. "Didn't you like what I did?"

He reached up and touched his thumb to her bottom lip, smearing a bead of moisture along the swell of it. His moisture. "You were perfect, baby."

He slipped his thumb inside her mouth. She tasted him anew. Like musky, rich, fecund earth. A shiver of yearning rushed through her. His fingers carefully raked fallen strands of hair from her face. "You claimed me," he said quietly. "Did you mean it?"

Sophia lay her head back down on his abdomen. His breathing had slowed, and the strong, fast beat of his heart pounded rhythmically. She kissed his heated skin, considering.

Did she mean it? It hadn't been a conscious decision, to say what she had. The words had just slipped out in the heat of passion. It felt right.

"Even if I did mean it, it wouldn't matter. You and I, we can never happen. not in a claiming way. It's impossible and we both know it."

He caressed the back of her neck. "Yes. But did you mean it?"

"I'm a demon tracker, Elvis. The daughter of the leader of the cadre. If my father or any of them even suspected you seduced me, you'll find yourself locked in a crystal prison for the rest of eternity. Or worse."

He looked thoughtful. "Do they make crystals for two?"

She jerked up scandalised, and smacked his hand away. "Not on your life," She huffed, then added, "Besides, eventually sex with you would get boring. After about ten thousend years."

He smiled at her then, and it was like the room filled with brilliant light. He was so incredibly handsome her heart ached. Or was it something else that suddenly made it hurt so badly?

"Besides, I didn't seduce you," he said with a shake of his head. "You seduced me. The first time I saw you in the Enchanted forest at St. Yve, I knew I had to have you, in every possible way. It why I got the faerie wine. Hoping to waylay you, snare you in its magical spell."

"A case of demon lust," She said, smiling back. "And me, the innocent random victim."

"Not random," he said. "And certainly not innocent." She frowned and considered rolling off him. But before she could, he lifted her with strong arms, pulling her up his chest so her cheek met his jaw, and he wrapped those powerful arms around her. "But definitely lust."

Those last words he whispered in her ear just before spinning her under him. She landed beneath his body, his muscular thighs parting hers. Then he thrust inside her, filling her.

She gasped. And accepted his invasion, welcomed it. Drowned in it. She didn't want to have to think. About what was happening to her life. To her perceptions.

To her heart.

He kissed her as though he really meant it. As though he really did have feelings for her. But she knew it was just a faerie fantasy. Because he was right. It would take nothing short of a miracle for Elvis to love her.

So she lost herself in the here and now, in the inferno of their passion, in the pleasure their bodies could give each other.

Because that's all she had of him.

And all she would ever have.

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