Page 57 of Scent of Desire
My father.
I had never been human.
I had been raised in hell by true evil and conditioned to darkness.
And if someone could beat hell, it was me.
Because hell… Hell was the way I loved.
Lily, I’m coming for you.
Paradise.
The moment the first note of the spray wafted past my nostrils in a heavenly draft, a horde of goose bumps had traveled the length of my body, and my cells had burgeoned with blooms of pleasure. It smelled floral, like a delicious euphoria, or more likely, an exotic and sensual elixir.
The scents enveloped me completely, rocking me in a world of their own. A world where I had fallen from creator to victim. In this world, reality no longer mattered; only their exquisite manipulation did.
This is so good.
So wicked.
Yet, so wrong.
Alone in the red room, I rolled on the floor, on the verge of succumbing to madness. I was beaming, feeling a hungry pulse beating inside my belly. Oh no. The effects of the aphrodisiac were coming, and instead of preventing this, I was giving up to my dementia in a laugh of pure bliss.
I’m sorry.
I raked my hand through my hair, lifting it into a bun, feeling the rays of a scorching sun on my skin. I parted my lips, thirsty, my eyes desperately searching for the drop of water that would deliver me from this infernal heat.
I heard my breath echoing in my ears, and closing my eyes, I could feel the fragrance settling on every part of me. The notes were coming to life, to the point where I felt the strong arms of a ghost circling me from behind.
It set me aflame, the heat slowly consuming my senses so I wouldn’t be a master of my fate any longer. My eyebrows furrowed, and I dropped my hair down my back. Still under the embrace of the aphrodisiac, I thought of Radcliff.
His name was a spell, triggering a wetness that pooled between my thighs and a clenching stomach.
“Radcliff,” I moaned, the room now smelling of a kiss on the lips. A devouring, heated kiss. The kind that takes your soul away and colors your heart in a rainbow. A true-love kiss.
I rolled my hips, feeling the need to feel love deeper and its power. All of my senses multiplied, and opening my eyes again, I took sight of the reddish colors of the scents dancing around in a spray that looked like fairy dust blessing this moment.
“Lily,” a voice echoed.
There was a shadow in front of me, and at the thought, my clit pulsed. Radcliff? No, it couldn’t be him. But why did it look like him? Another pulse heated me, and I held on to the wall behind me, biting my lip as hard as I could.
The pain aroused me and didn’t stop the wetness between my thighs. On the contrary, my breasts ached in response with the need to be touched. I curved my back, offering them to—Fuck.
Another wave hit me, and in a gasp, I managed to speak out loud. “Who’s here?”
A tie fell on the floor. A red rose one. The shadow inched closer, his face too blurry to perceive any form. “You look just like her. You always did.”
“Who?” A tear of pleasure fell on my cheek as my breathing became short and sharp.
“Just the color of your hair is different.”
Where did that voice come from?
“Radcliff…” I called in a whisper for help, my hand traveling to my inner thighs.
Writhing on the ground, I firmly squeezed my legs together to prevent my hand from going through so I wouldn’t touch myself. An anxious feeling crept through my spine, conjuring the enchantment for a rapid second.
