NightFall: Book One: Bloodlust Is the Cure for the Immortal Soul (26 page)

Saldivar’s words were th
ick as he managed to tell her,
“Then you shall have me.”

Indea’s smile held a touch of mischievousness. She grabbed Saldivar’s hand and pulled him into the cabin, locking the door behind him.

Indea looked around the small place. “This is so lovely. I like the cozy, quaint feel of it.” The cabin held a simple bedroom, one bathroom and a small kitchen. You could walk from the bedroom to the bathroom in five steps.

Saldivar came up behind Indea and wrapped his arms around her waist.

Indea could feel his arousal pressed against her backside, already rock hard with want. And she didn’t want to keep him waiting.
She, herself, could wait no longer.

Indea reluctantly stepped out of his arms, turned around and held his dark gaze. In one quick motion, the dress pooled at her
feet.

Saldivar’s heart popped into his throat. There she was.
In all her naked glory.
For his eyes only, the thought somewhat arrogantly.

So,
Saldivar thought,
she
didn’t
have on anything underneath.
Oh, she was gorgeous, hot and sexy.

She was evenly tanned with great muscle tone and perfect voluptuous mounds. Perfect enough to mold them with his hands.

He so loved a woman who was confident enough to bare it all.
And in the light, too.
Flaws and all.

Saldivar wanted to go to her. Wanted to drop to his knees and bury his face between her legs. To nestle his tongue in the dark, sweet curls there. But his feet were cemented.

Instead, just as she did, he disrobed, but slowly until there was not a scrap of clothing between them.

For moments, they just stared at one another.
Absorbed each other’s energy.
Studied each body part.

Indea’s eyes traveled down…..down….down to his shaft. He could almost feel her warm touch. A sexy smile was Saldivar’s only clue to how she felt about it.

Saldivar was equally pale all over but that didn’t take away from his beauty. He was bu
il
t with muscle but not in the extreme amount. He had a little sprinkling of dark black hair on his chest that ran a path, or what she called a ‘happy trail’, down to his manhood. She couldn’t wait until her tongue followed that same path.

Saldivar briefly dipped into her mind, but had to stop quicker than he wanted to. In her mind, she was thinking of herself down on her knees, her mouth bringing him to ecstasy. Very different from how the women viewed love-making a century ago.

But, Saldivar had not made love to a woman of this century and was curious to see how Indea would be with him.

Indea was a bold one.
A take-charge kind of woman as she sauntered over.
She walked behind him, taking in the broadness of his bare back. She ran her tongue slowly down his spine. As she made her way b
ack up, she rubbed her breasts against him, her warm breath caressing his skin.

Saldivar gritted his teeth and groaned, feeling her hardened nipples caress him on the way up.

Still behind him, Indea wrapped her arms around his waist. Her hands began rubbing his flat belly then up to his hard chest. She squeezed his nipples, teased them before d
ropping her left hand to palm his manhood.

Saldivar didn’t think he could get any harder. He guessed anything was possible at this point. He turned his head slightly and narrowed his eyes into slits of desire. He barely smiled. He was too aroused to do much more.

Indea thought he looked dangerously sexy. He looked like such a bad boy with his molten amber eyes narrowed and his jaw rigid, looking as if he could devour her at any given moment. She would gladly lie on a silver platter surrounded by grapes if he asked her.

Well, Indea was going to be the one feasting on him.
Every hard inch of him.
She turned him around and guided him backward. She pushed him onto the bed, his arousal obvious as he lay sprawled on back. He thought he would be too big for her. He didn’t want to hurt her. But when she smiled, he knew that she trusted him to be gentle.

Indea crawled slowly, cat-like, to him, tasting him as she went.
Nibbling his toes.
Kissing his feet.
Running her lips up his shins.
Licking his inner thighs.
Her lips hovered over his
hard shaft. She licked the tip lightly
then blew warmly over it, teasing him.

Saldivar jumped. He nearly hit the ceiling when she flicked her tongue over the tip. His breath shuttered. His stomach tightened.

He let out a guttural, primitive growl when she took the entire length of him into her velvety, warm mouth.

Oh, yes. He’d died and gone to heaven. He didn’t know how much more he could take of her hot mouth movi
ng up and down on hi
m like that, milking him toward ecstas
y.
Before he lost control, he sat up, grabbed her shoulders, and put her on her back.

He took one perfect, creamy mound in his hand,
massaging it tenderly, taking care to run his thumb across one puckered nipple.

Indea bit down on her lower lip and moaned deeply in pleasure. She let out an audible sigh when he took that perfect nub into his mouth and suckled it. He glided his tongue across it, then blew a slight puff of air on it, loving the sight of it tighten even more. After he was satisfied with that breast, he turned his full attention to the other breast and did the same.

His tongue then took a detour to trace a fiery path down to her navel. He circled it with the tip of his warm, wet tongue before moving his mouth lower. His tongue stroked the wet center of her heat. Indea sucked in a sharp breath and bit her bottom lip once more.

Saldivar palmed each bended knee and pushed, opening Indea wider. He plunge
d his tongue deep into her core, loving the taste of her.
Indea grabbed the sheets in a white-knuckled grip, her head moving side to side in a pleasurable torture, her breath coming in short pants.

Indea’s legs trembled at his ministrations. Her body exploded around him. She cried out his name in total breathlessness. But she had no time to recover. She didn’t really want it to ever stop, but didn’t know if she could take much more.

Saldivar then quickly sheathed himself and moved over her but Indea smiled a cunning little smile and shook her head.

Saldivar raised his eyes in question but Indea kept silent.

Indea moved him onto his back then straddled his hips and Saldivar grinned, for he never had a woman take such aggressiveness with him during love making. He relished in this. He could get
used to it really quickly. He found he like to relinquish this kind of control given he had to keep everything else about his life under such strict restraint.

Indea lifted up over him, but did not sink down on him just yet. It was clear, however, the anticipation was killing them.

Indea grabbed one of his hands and placed it upon her breast. The other hand, she brought to her mouth to suck on his fingers. She put her fingers on his mouth for him to lavish as well.

After what seemed like forever, what seemed like they had waited a lifetime to be with each other, Indea finally sank down, Saldivar filling her completely. Indea felt herself stretch around him tightly.

She stilled for a moment, feeling Saldivar pulse inside her. She sucked on his fingers a little bit harder, then lifted up and sank down on him again. She lifted up but this time only went up halfway and squeezed him tightly, causing Saldivar’s breath to catch in his throat.

Saldivar grunted and lifted his hips, trying to bury himself
a
s deeply into her as he could;
s
o far into her that they became one.

She pushed as he pushed. They couldn’t get enough of each other. Didn’t think they ever could.

Saldivar sat up and crushed his mouth to Indea’s, drinking in her cries. Her breasts were so lovingly pressed to his chest. Indea began to
undulate
her hips harder and faster. Saldivar wound his arms around Indea, pushing up into her hard and fast enough to lift her knees off the bed.

Indea stayed with him, riding him like the stallion he was. Sweat beaded on her neck and rolled down in the valley of her breasts. Saldivar’s body glistened with a fine patina of sweat. His heart thundered with the power of his exertion.

Indea came down hard one last time and Saldivar growled fiercely. They both cried out in unison as their bodies were spent. It was like sweet fire, leaving their lusty bodies into nothing more than molten ashes.

Saldivar remained inside of Indea as she lay on his hot, chiseled body, panting heavily.

A few minutes later, Indea moved to Saldivar’s side and lay limply beside him.

They rested there, comfortable in their own silence. They just lay there, basking in the glow of their glorious love making.

Saldivar propped up on his elbow and looked into Indea’s darkened green eyes.
The word,
je t’aime,
lingering on his lips.
He wanted to tell her. He
ached
to tell her. Tell her everything. Pour out his soul.

But he couldn’t. Not now. Not after making sweet love to her. It would have to wait until later.

Eventually, that day had to come.

CHAPTER XII

Raven peered at the couple from behind a tree, jealousy eating away at her. Try as she might, the green-eyed monster reared its ugly head. She hated it. Hated feeling like everybody else found love while she had to slave away because of Zane’s screwed up ethics. She highly doubted ethics played a role in his
quest for the ultimate revenge, however.

She didn’t bother Blending. The couple was oblivious to everything but themselves.

Who could blame them, really?

What did Zane know anyway?

Raven observed them more closely. Saldivar and Indea really
did
make a cute couple, she could plainly see.

Raven often wondered if she would ever have that kind of passion with someone.
Someone to hold her tight.
To softly kiss her lips as if she were made of glass. To touch her like no one else could. To make her lose all thought save for the lusty ones he could give her.

Raven sighed, dejected. As long as she was under Zane’s power, she might as well give it up.

Maybe it was time for a change.
And in more ways than one.
A light bulb went off in her head. A cunning smile crept upon her lips.

First, she really was sick and tired of all this long hair. Zane had always made her keep it long.

Well, not any longer. This was her body and she would do with it what she pleased. She was fifty years old.
An immortal.
She didn’t need Zane’s permission.

She’d seen enough of Saldivar and Indea anyway. Once they disappeared into the cabin, Raven walked away. It d
idn’t take a genius to know what was going to happen. She didn’t want to be here to witness it. Let Zane come to his own conclusions. He will anyway.

Raven raced off to a hair salon that was open late. She was a friend of the styli
st who didn’t question Raven, o
r anybody else for that matter. The stylist didn’t have a nosy bone in her body. She’s the only female friend that Raven actually had or got along with.