Dark Enchantment (Elvis Presley Story)

Chapter 44

Elvis knelt on the bed and appeared above her, hand on either side of her head. Those gorgeous blue eyes captured hers in their spell, his sizzling energy spilling through her like something so intoxicating she could hardly breath.

She reached up, and held his face between her hands. Breathing in his exotic scent. Her body unfurled, wanting him.

"I'm yours," She whispered.

His lips descended, claiming her in a searing kiss, then lifted. "Let's go to my room," he murmured.

She ran her fingers down his chest, feeling the warm skin, the hard muscles, So perfect. "Are you thinking of being naughty, Mr Presley?" She asked innocently.

"Oh, yeah."

She hummed in approval. "Good."

He nuzzled her neck, licking up the column of her throat. "That room you put me in is downright decadent. It's making me crazy wanting you."

"You feel it, too? I wasn't sure you would."

"You mean the ancient spirits worshipping sex?"

She leaned up and whispered seductively in his ear, "I think they yearn for the old days . They like to watch."

His laugh was low and seductive. "Then we must not disappoint them," he murmured, brushing a hand over her breast.

She shivered. Her nipple tightened to a hard point. "There's a secret passage between our rooms," She said breathlessly.

"I thought there might be." He scooped her up into his arms like a bride, her white negligee flowing around them like a cloud. "Show me."

The hidden panel opened with a touch to a corner. He pushed on the panel at the other end and swept with her into the dim lit bedroom.

Elvis was standing in the middle of the room in his black silk pajama bottoms, looking as wicked as the Devil and darkly erotic. She stared in shock and confusion. She glanced up at Elvis who carried her in his arms. They were identical. Exact duplicates, even down to the expressions on their faces-sinful anticipation.

He gently set her on her feet. She turned as the other Elvis approached. He slowly ran his fingers down the row of ribbon ties. "Suprised?"

"H-how-" She swallowed and tried again. "How is this possible?"

"I can call my incubus at will. There's no rule I can't be there, too. Close your eyes, honey."

He stepped closer, so his body and hers were just touching. She felt his double-his incubus-press into her back, sliding his arms around her waist from behind.

Elvis lifted her chin as her eyelids squeezed closed. His mouth brushed over her lips. Another mouth trailed kisses down her cheek.

She shivered again. It felt so good. So...wicked.

"Oh-h-h," She whispered. "This is too strange."

His fingers skimmed lightly over her curves. She gasped as a hot wash of power washed over her skin.

"Shhh. I know you want us," he murmured. "Both of us. I can feel it in the tremble of your limbs and the heat of your flesh. I can taste it in your eager kiss."

His face lowered to hers and lingered there. His tongue peeked out and glided over her lips, teasing with the tip, licking at the corners; flicking the bow. His incubus nibbled her ear from behind, pushed aside her hair to licking at the nape of her neck. Or was that the real Elvis? Suddenly he reached around and grasped her jaw, turning her face back towards him. His mouth came down on hers. She opened at his urging and his tongue swept into her mouth resulting in a scorching kiss.