Dark Enchantment (Elvis Presley Story)

Chapter 43

"An escort would be lovely, Aurora," Sophia answered. She didn't dare look at Elvis. Her eyes would give her away. Both to her sister...and to him.

The plain truth was, she'd already fallen in love with Elvis. Irrationally, illogically, foolishly fallen. Deeply in love. And watching him tonight as he talked to her friends and peers, interacted with her family, she'd realised how wonderful he really was. How truly worthy of her love. Charming, attentive, so incredibly handsome, intelligent, honorable: Elvis was everything she always looked for in a man.

But she couldn't let anyone see her feelings. Not even Elvis. She didn't dare. Not yet. Not here, where there was a chance her father and sister might find out. If they didn't crystallise him out of hand, they'd surely deny him sanctuary. Until he found out why Marcolf was after him, that could prove fatal.

She fell into step beside Aurora, and Elvis followed after. In the silence of the night-quiet Manor, only the whisper of women's silk gowns and the muted click of their heels could be heard as the three climbed the stairs and along the corridors to their rooms.

The house seemed to follow their progress, the walls absorbing her anticipation. Her excitement. She felt Elvis's eyes on her back, felt his thoughts reach out to her, caressing her with his potent desire, his strong need to touch her, his fierce craving to be inside her.

"Are you all right?" Her sister asked with a frown as they approached Sophia's door. "You look a bit flustered."

She smiled, her hand on the handle. "Nothing a good night's sleep won't cure." Not that she expected to get any. Elvis would come to her tonight regardless of what Aurora said or did.

And Sophia couldn't wait.

She'd made up her mind. Demon or not, she wanted Elvis presley all for herself. In her bed. In her life.

And for all time.

Her father wouldn't like it. Her sister would like it even less. But Sophia didn't care. Somehow she was going to make it happen. Living the rest of her days without Elvis was unthinkable. She wanted him. She needed him, to be whole herself.

There had to be a way to make it work.

There just had to be.

And she was determined to find it.

Wrapped in a towel, Sophia went went to her closet and flicked through the clothes she still kept in her old childhood bedroom. Finally she found what she was looking for, hanging all the way in the back. A long sheer peignoir. White. Had she really been so naive once? The tags were still on, mute testament to a long-ago hope ruined by Elise. Sophia didn't even remember the man's name.

Okay, she did. But not what she'd ever seen in him. He was nothing compared to Elvis. She slipped on the negligee eyeing the dozen tiny ribbon ties down the front. Would Elvis enjoy pulling them free, one by one? She hoped he liked it. She'd never worn anything to deliberately entice him before.

Was she mad? Pinning all her hopes on a demon? Risking the wrath of her father and the censure of the cadre?

Yes she was. But it wasn't going to stop her. Not as long as he wanted her.

She lay down on the bed and arranged herself artfully on top of the covers. Luckily, she was dead tired and sleep came almost as soon as she laid her head on the pillow. Suddenly Elvis was there, standing by the bed and gazing lustfully down at her with his flashing blue eyes.

"You are a vision, baby. Beautiful beyond words."

Moonlight streamed through the tall windows, picking him out of the shadows of the room. He was dressed in only a pair of black silk pajama bottoms. His broad shoulders and chest were bare. His thick shiny black hair had been combed straight back from his forehead, gleaming wet from a shower.

Her breath caught. She'd never seen anyone so.... magnificent in all her life.

"My dark angel," She whispered.

To be continued.....

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