Page 351 of Flirting with Darkness

After she let me grind out my greedy need for her again, I decide to care for her as only I can. Lifting Rae in my arms, I carry her to the back side of my lowly dwelling. I take her to a hidden hot spring nestled in the privacy of my hovel.

Gently washing her body, I do what I can to ensure the only trace of our time together is tucked away between her legs. While a mortal nose can’t detect my Netherworld scent, I can’t have the Guards roaming the island to catch my scent on her. I’ll not put her in a position to justify what we are to one another while she is alone. When that time comes, we’ll do so together.

Using one of my thicker fabrics to dry her off, my eyes can’t help lingering at her sweet spot. I really can’t look at it without hardening. I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful in my long life.

“Baby, sit back,” I say, tugging at her knees. Rae’s smoldering, sexy stare nearly makes my heart soar as her legs to fall open, revealing the glory of her. She knows what she’s doing to me. “I need to give you some special kisses before you go. I’ve got to have the taste of your sweetness on my tongue.”

All the nights I imagined what it would be like to taste her sweet center, can’t come close to the joy I feel with her in my mouth. Lapping her like a thirsty man, I give attention to each nook and cranny, she tastes that good. If cotton candy and strawberries had a baby it would taste like Rae Vereen. The prettiest, sweetest thing I’ve ever known. So good, in fact, I know I’ll never get enough.

“Good, sweet baby, that’s it,” I say lifting up to wipe her arousal from my chin. I see her writhing, eyes closed, clasping the sheets. That is exactly how I like to see her. Slipping my finger into her opening, I rub her sensitive spot. “Let me take care of you. That’s what you need. It’s about time someone took care of you and this pretty little thing right here. That’s my job now. I’ll always care for your every need. Whether you need a good pounding to remind you to whom it belongs, or a nice long lick,” I add lapping her once more. “I’ll always take care of you.”

Taking a handful of my hair in her hands, Rae moans, gyrating her hips as my fingers find their way to her release. “I’ll always give more than I take, Rae, but I promise to give more than you can possibly imagine.”

“Thank you, baby,” she whines, pulsating against my fingers. Moaning again, “I needed this.”

“I know baby. I know.”

17

RAE

Ishould be accustomed to Kharon’s hands all over my body. But after falling fast asleep after my last orgasm, I never imagined I’d find him as I do now. His rock-hard member aimed straight at me as he rubs a mixture of satin and silks all over my body.

“Khari?” I pry, peering at him past the bright beams of sunlight entering the cave.

Instantly twitching at his touch, I can’t help enjoying the feel of him exploring my body.

“Just lay still, baby,” he smiles, continuing to run his hands along every part of me.

“What are you doing, Khari?”

Laughing, he smiles again. “Well since my lady seems to fancy that blue fabric so much, I figured I’d give it to her. That is, since I destroyed the gown you wore earlier, and I can’t have you walking naked on the island either.”

“So you can make clothes too?”

“Oh I have quite a few tricks up my sleeves,” he adds, squeezing the fabric against my hips. “Now be still.” Winking at me, I can’t help admiring his youthful smile and brightened eyes that look like they’re dancing. Running his hands up the length of me, he whispers an unknown tongue and I feel the fabric cinch and tighten at my sides. “All done.”

The broad smile and puffed chest gives Kharon away. He’s proud of his work.

Offering his hand, he helps me up from the floor and I look myself up and down awestruck at the ensemble Kharon has adorned on me. A teal and blue wide-leg jumper sits masterfully on my frame, with a better fit than anything I’ve ever purchased from a store.

“How is this possible?”

Donning another appreciative smirk, he picks up a gray set of fabrics from the floor and tunics them around his waist. Quickly running his hands down his leg, a thick air of shock leaps from my throat as I watch the fabrics transform into perfectly cut trousers.

“I’ll give you the condensed version. I was raised by my aunt, Clotho. She kept a spinning wheel and was the one who taught creatures of night such as spiders and silkworms, to fashion fabrics from their bodily fluids. Sounds weird I know—”

“Wait, you mean to tell me everything I learned of Greek and Roman deities was real?”

“I should hope so,” he laughs, brushing his hands through his hair adding his panty-dropping smile. “I mean mortals were taught mythologies. You know fragments of our history. But the truth is, much of what you were once taught as legend is very real in the Netherworld. When my kind was relegated to the Netherworld, mortals were led to believe all that we are was nothing more than myth and legend. In doing so, they exchanged truth for lies, wrangling stories to suit their fancy. For example, I happen to know Medusa is not a snake-haired, stone inducing wench. She’s actually a nice woman, a grandmother now, who likes baking bread in her stone oven.”

My eyes grow wide in wonder.

If Kharon wasn’t who I know him to be, theFerryman of the Underworld, I’d swear he was lying.

But he’s not.

I’m so caught off guard by his admission I hardly notice he’s added another fabric to himself, making a shirt. Looking around the cavern, my eyes slowly fall as I watch Kharon tuck his shirt into his trousers.

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