Dark Tarot (Dark Carpathians)

A small shudder of pleasure slipped through her body at his touch. Another moan slipped out, the sound erotic to his ears. Lust mixed with love came crashing together in a potent mix.

“Do you think there is a chance of saving him?” One of her hands reached behind her to shape the nape of his neck. The action moved her full, rounded breasts into his hands.

That soft feminine flesh resting in his palms sent those fingers of desire not only dancing down his spine and along his thighs, but moving through his heart. She comforted him as well as inflamed him.

“No. We cannot save him, Adalasia. What purpose they have for holding him behind those gates, I have no idea, but he cannot be allowed to be unleashed on the world. He is very powerful. Too powerful. There is nothing left of him.”

He didn’t want to state the truth because it was so close to what he had been before he had found Adalasia. He knew the demon in him had been that strong, that close. Crouching. Threatening to devour him. She had saved him whether she knew it or not. Not just from becoming the undead. That would have been bad enough. Had he not given up his soul, becoming the thing of nightmares few of his kind could destroy would have somehow been worse.

Sandu leaned his head to one side in order to drag his lips up the side of her neck, to scrape his teeth back and forth over her pulse. Tempting himself. Listening to the beat of her heart calling to him. The sound of her blood moving in her veins. The scent of her flooded his senses with a terrible craving, with hunger and desire. Grounding him. Saving him.

“I don’t know if even the combined efforts of our greatest hunters could take him down.” He made the admission as his teeth lengthened and sank into her.

Her little cry sounded erotic to his ears. Her bottom moved restlessly in his lap, and he parted his thighs to part her legs. Her blood, hot and pure, rushed into him like a thunderbolt, straight to his groin. Lightning strikes jolted him throughout his veins and ran like a ferocious storm through his body. He tugged on her left nipple while he kneaded the firm right mound. The more he tugged and rolled, the more she pushed her bottom against him, rubbing her bare cheeks against the hard steel of his cock.

I need you, päläfertiilam. I need to feel your body surrounding mine. The beauty of her silken fire would take away the sensation of the brutal fire of the whips. Give yourself to me. Surrender everything to me, Adalasia.

“I always do, Sandu.” Her voice shook. Her body shuddered in anticipation. “Tell me what you would have me do.” Her whisper was filled with love. With heavenly sin. With temptation. Such a mixture to lure a man like him.

Deliberately, she moved her body again, a sensual enticement. As she did, she waved her hand gracefully, and candles sprang to life. The flames danced over the walls, igniting a variety of healing scents and giving off a myriad of flickering figures depicting all sorts of erotic positions on the walls of the cavern. There was a pool of shimmering water, steam rising from the surface in the far corner, and the walls were covered in gems so that those figures moved and danced over the reflected light.

Sandu indulged his need of the rich hot blood, savoring the fine taste of her, the way she seemed to explode against his tongue and tease his every sense into a frenzy of want. Fire was good with Adalasia. Those flames licking over his skin didn’t hurt, they stroked him in hot caresses, arousing nerve endings and making him feel alive when he thought he was long gone.

Her body was all woman, soft curves and satin skin. He closed the two holes he had made in her skin and lapped at them with his tongue, tilting her head back toward him before kissing his way over her chin to lips, claiming her mouth. Kissing Adalasia was feeling the earth move. Riding the stars. Knowing he was alive and found in his own sanctuary. He lifted his head for a moment, resting his forehead against her temple.

“Do you have any idea what you really are to me, Adalasia? What you have done for me? First, the endless centuries of gray void. Of nothing. Not even whispers of temptation. Just . . . nothing. I had hunger that would never stop, never be sated no matter how often I fed. It was always there, every waking moment.”

Sandu stroked her breasts with his long fingers, tugged and rolled her nipples, clamped down when he bit her shoulder and then licked at the ache. She let out a little gasping moan and rocked her bare cheeks against him, enticing him more. The figures on the wall danced and performed an endless show of a variety of positions, as if they were giving him a visual directory of the Kama Sutra.