Page 37 of Sacrifice

A rumble of thunder ushered them into a parking spot, and a flash of lightning illuminated the garage’s other occupants. The Porsche they’d been riding in, it transpired, was not Lucien’s only car. Many others stood side by side in perfect alignment, their paintwork shining.

Lucien cut the engine and leapt out to open Eve’s door. He pulled her to her feet, but she had only taken a couple of steps when he pressed her against the car. Cold and wet from the rain, water soaked immediately through to her thin dress to her skin.

“That was a very long drive,” he said and dipped to kiss her neck. The heat she’d felt in the club seared within her again. It was like he could just flick a switch to turn her on. It was cold in the garage, but putting on her coat was the last thing on her mind.

“How do you do this to me?” she whispered. “No-one’s ever made me feel like this.”

Lucien grasped her waist and kissed her mouth. Softly at first, but then with an increasing urgency that sent Eve’s pulse racing. This man was a god—a god of sexual power that she could not resist. She dropped her coat to the ground to fumble open the buttons of his shirt and expose the beautiful torso beneath. She ran her hands over his muscular chest and absorbed the heat he radiated. Beside him, the cold air of the garage meant nothing.

His hands roved across her body—her back, her breasts, and the bare skin between her shoulder blades. He peeled away the thin straps of her dress and the silky fabric slithered to her waist. Freezing winter air melted away in the heat that burst between them. They were finally alone, and she wanted him to touch her so much it didn’t matter that they’d not yet made it out of the garage. Lucien kissed the bare skin of her shoulder and ran his tongue over the hollow at her collarbone, and down to tease her aching breasts with a soft flicker.

The comfort of the chateau was just a few paces away, but their desire for each other would not wait that long.

Lucien tore off his shirt. “You have no idea what you do tome.” He pressed against her. “I need you, now. I want you, now.”

Lucien’s body arched over hers, proprietorial and strong. His hands at her back, he pulled the dress down over her hips. Eve grappled with his buttons and his clothes fell open enough for her to take him briefly in her hand. He was hard as iron. Golden fire swirled in Lucien’s eyes.

“Like this,” he breathed and turned her around. “I need to be inside you. I want you here.” The bonnet of the Porsche stretched away in front of her and Eve leaned forward to place her palms on its cold paintwork.

“Yes,” Lucien hissed.

The freezing metal zinged against her thighs. His fingers found her, slick and hot. He pushed the thin fabric of her panties aside.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he growled, and Eve barely had time to register what he’d said before he’d thrust himself inside. Her body reacted instantly. Knees buckling, she cried out. He slid his hands up her body, over her breasts and then to the center of her back. He pushed her forward and down. His hand found the back of her neck and knotted in her hair to hold her there.

“Yes,” he said again to withdraw and thrust back.

Breasts pressed to the cold metal, Eve’s body arched to meet him, slipping on the rain-soaked surface. The sensation of Lucien inside her, gliding through her desperate need, one hand on her hip and the other with its fingers entwined in her hair holding her in place, the cold sting of metal against her skin—all at once it had become both exquisitely pleasurable and deeply disturbing.

Her heart pounded in her chest as adrenaline spiked. She was entirely in Lucien’s power. Her body craved him like a drug and yet in this cold parking garage, fear rose in her like a snake. Suddenly, she knew that the Venus dagger was just feet away. Tucked securely into one of Lucien’s pockets, within easy reach.

Lucien moved inside her in long strokes, rock hard and buzzing with energy. His fingers gripped ever tighter at her flesh. She was his, body and mind, every part of her ringing like a bell at his touch. Her body clenched and spasmed as Lucien ground into her, taken straight to the ultimate pleasure that rolled through her in waves.

Thunder cracked, and the flash of lightning threw its light through the still open door. Sharp shadows spiked across the Porsche bonnet where Eve could see. Lucien’s shadow: so much bigger than she would have expected. His darkness enveloped her and ecstasy tore to the surface like a knife. There was only him and the deep rolling waves of the storm that raged around her.

She flexed and pushed against the freezing car, against his hot pulsating body, against the darkness. The storm rolled around the sky and lightning burst in upon their dark solitude.

“Lucien. My god, Lucien.” She was consumed. He was all around and inside her, too. In every cell. In every heartbeat. There was no choice but to surrender, shuddering to his will and as the lightning faded, so too did the last of her control. Heat and sensation gave way to the freezing cold and darkness came to take her.

Twenty-Two

When Eve awokethe next morning, the dent in the pillow beside her was still warm, but Lucien was missing.

She stretched like a cat and rolled over to find her watch on the table by the bed. 9:30—a far cry from her usual 6 AM alarm. She smiled.

Winter sunshine warmed the heavy embroidered fabric of the bedroom drapes to a golden glow that pervaded the entire room. It would likely be freezing outside, a thought that made this beautiful warm room all the more glorious.

This was not the blue room. Lucien’s then. The bedclothes felt wonderfully soft against her naked skin and as she lay there luxuriating in the suspected high thread count; she tried to remember how she’d got there.

Memories of the night before drifted into focus. The odd uncomfortableness of dinner had been forgotten in the bizarre location of the club. Madame Laveau and her collection of artefacts, the rum, the dagger. Laveau had called it theVenus Dagger, calledherthe‘daughter of Venus’. At the time Eve had assumed it to be some quirky compliment, you had to be in the know to understand. Now she wondered if there was more to it.

There was something about that dagger that had reached into Eve. If she’d held it much longer, its desire to be used would have been very hard to resist.

Desire. That whole club had been pulsing with it.

She remembered the people gyrating. People half naked and flaunting with sex, some undeniably engaged. Christ, Lucien had played with her right there, on the dance floor. It was shocking. She should have been more shocked.

Why wasn’t she more shocked?

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