What a goddamn sight she was, standing there so close to the one she loved, pleasuring herself. Elias licked his lips and moved around them so he could see the two of them equally. Both of their faces were flushed, but the blonde now stood naked with her eyes shut and her face tipped up to the sun, whereas Isadora’s lips were parted and her eyes were feasting on the bared flesh in front of her.
What was about to happen? He could only hope it was what he thought, and when the blonde looked back to run her eyes down to the hand between Isadora’s thighs, the lustful gaze she aimed at her made Elias believe he was in luck.
“Aren’t you going to get undressed, Isa?”
Isadora swallowed and removed her hand from between her legs. Her nerves were so foreign on the woman and vampire he knew. But there, in this time and place, they fit.
She lowered the arm of her dress over her shoulder, and when it fell to the ground her gaze came back up and landed on the woman’s eyes. The heat swirling in those midnight-blue depths made it clear she’d fantasized about a moment like this. A moment when this woman would look at her as she now was. And, when the blonde winked and then turned away to dash into the water, Isadora licked her lips, seemingly ready to follow.
She removed the leather binding from around her dark hair, and it fell over her shoulders, making Elias reach for it on instinct. It was no use, though, and he knew that. This was just a vision, a mirage of sorts. If he’d been crawling through a desert and this appeared, hell, he would’ve thought he’d died and gone to heaven.
Isadora’s hair was black as night, and her eyes a deep ocean blue. Even back then, before she had been turned, she’d looked strong, fierce, and stunning in the curvaceous body she’d been given.
As she proudly made her way to the water’s edge, she reminded him of a warrior princess ready to slay any who stood in her way, and with the possessive way she eyed the woman in that river, it appeared she would slay dragons for her.
When her toes touched the shoreline, the woman resurfaced and stood, and Elias couldn’t help his eyes from following the water that sluiced over her hair and down her soft skin. She was exquisite with the sun beaming down on her, and both he and Isadora couldn’t look anywhere but at her.
She raised her hands to slick her long tresses down her back, and as her plump breasts rose, her pink nipples hardened from the cool water. She was shorter than Isadora, though not overly. Between her thighs, the soft, short hair had darkened from the water, but dry, the light covering of her mound would be as golden as her head.
“Aren’t you coming in, my Isa?”
Isadora’s hands trembled, and when the woman raised a hand out to her, Isadora put one foot in front of the other and started forward. When she was close enough to take the blonde’s hand, she slipped her palm against the skin of the woman gazing up at her.
“I thought you were going to make me come and get you,” she said around a throaty laugh.
Isadora shook her head.
“I would’ve, you know. Come and got you. I’ve been dying to get you alone, Isa. Ever since the other night.”
Elias moved closer, drawn to these two and what was about to happen between them more than he’d expected. Then the woman took another step towards Isadora, the water lapping around their upper thighs, and he thought he might pass out as she placed a hand between Isadora’s naked breasts and confessed, “I’ve longed to see you look at me the way you’re doing now. To stand before you like this and feel your eyes touch me. But I want more,” she whispered.
Elias’s heart thumped rapidly in his chest as he held his breath, waiting for…
“I want you to touch me.”
Yes, that.
WHEN ISADORA YANKED her mouth free from his, Elias stared into the luminous blue of her eyes. They were lit, fucking glowing back at him, and her fangs had slid down out of her gums. As she shoved her hips against his erection, he knew she was aroused. This was the first time he’d ever seen her this way.
Oh, they’d rolled around between the sheets before and he’d taken her in every place he could get away with, but he’d never seen her like this. Never seen the real Isadora Nikitas. Now, he was.
As fucked up as the entire situation was, the painful throb in his hand was not the only thing aching anymore. What he’d just seen was possibly the hottest vision he could have imagined. Unless, of course, he himself had been there, participating while it had unfolded.
“Who was the woman, Isadora? What was her name?”
When Isadora’s lips parted and her fangs retracted, he asked again.
“Who is she?”
“So, you did see my past? Tell me what you saw.”
As if a light bulb had gone off in his head, Elias suddenly understood why she’d wanted to know. Isadora wanted information. She wanted to see this woman, this blonde, and he was the key.
“No.”
“Tell me, Elias,” she hissed, and the wild eyes that flashed at him as she fisted a hand in his hair mimicked the same frenzied expression of a drug addict searching for a fix.
“Not until you talk. You told me you would tell me who you are before I died, so at least give me this, Isa. Who is she?”
“No one,” she spat out.
“It sure didn’t feel that way. You said you loved her. So tell me who she is.”
Isadora kicked her foot out in a sweeping arch, and when one of those deadly heels landed on his thigh, he cursed and dropped to the ground. Taken totally off guard, he wasn’t prepared for her when she came down over him, his hands trapped between their bodies as she pinned him where he lay.
He stared at the ferocious woman holding him in place, and as her breasts heaved in agitation beneath the tight corset of her jacket, he thought she’d never looked so spectacular in all the time he’d known her.
“You know what?” she said, scrambling off him. “I changed my mind. I don’t want to know. I don’t need to.”
Elias eyed her cautiously, like a feral animal. He’d spotted the lie and the mood change easily. “Well, that’s a shame because that particular vision was a hell of a lot of fun. Insightful too. A pity I didn’t know before that I wasn’t the right type for you,” he said, tracing his tongue along his lips and tasting her there, lingering on him.
When she snarled at him and her fangs reappeared, a twisted sense of satisfaction coursed through him. This was the Isadora he wanted to see in his final moments. The warrior, not the dejected woman from seconds ago.
As she crawled back towards him, her savage sneer told him he’d gotten through to her. She shoved him down to his back so she could move over the top of him. As their hips aligned and she ground hers over his, he whispered, “Tell me, Isadora. Do you love pussy as much as I do?”
She trapped his immobile arms over his head, and when their eyes collided, she gave a provocative smile that made his heart beat so fast that he thought a heart attack might kill him before she did. Then she jerked his hands apart, snapping the chain of the cuffs so his hands were free to move, and answered, “Yes.”
ISADORA WASN’T SURE what had possessed her or even what she’d expected, but as soon as the word yes left her lips, Elias froze and studied her as if seeing her for the first time. Then, realizing he was free to move, he shifted and rolled her to her back, and she let him.
His thick cock was hard behind the zipper of his pants, and she couldn’t help herself from arching up and rubbing her swollen clit against him. This is madness, she thought as she continued to writhe under him, but she couldn’t stop herself. All of the accusations, all of the pain, and all of the years seemed to explode between them—and, now, she wanted nothing more than to get closer.
God, what had he seen with her and Daphne? These flashbacks or visions or whatever the fuck they were were really irritating. Who knew what he’d seen? It was totally one-sided and driving her crazy. Almost as crazy as the erection he was thrusting against her.
“Yes, huh?” he asked, lowering his head and
nuzzling his nose in under her ear. “You’re right. That’s something I didn’t know about you. And, Isa? It’s fucking hot. Tell me more about what happened here that day. Tell me her name.”
Isadora pulled her head away to look at him. The heat in his eyes was as unmistakable as it was shocking. The vision of her with Daphne had aroused and intrigued him when she’d thought it would do the opposite.
“Tell you? Didn’t you see?” she asked as she wound her legs around his hips and put her hands on his shoulders.
What the fuck was she doing? This man had literally tortured her, but right then, she thought she would gladly die to have him inside her again.
“I saw some,” he admitted. “Then it stopped.” He leaned in to press kisses along her jaw, and when he got to her mouth, he whispered against her lips, “You want this, don’t you? Before I die, before you end me, you want to feel me inside you again. I can’t think of a better parting gift than that. So how about you grant me a dying wish, my little executioner. Tell me what you did with her while I fuck you.”
Isadora’s cunt clenched at the fucked-up demand, but her hands grappled with the button of his pants. She unfastened and unzipped him in record time, and as she pushed them from his body and his hot length filled her palm, she let out a needy purr.
When Elias got this way, when he dominated her and told her what to do, her arousal intensified. Not many men could hold her interest. She was fiery and powerful, and she got bored easily—but there was something about him. A fearlessness she admired. A bravado she respected—which was more than evident as he boldly demanded, “Now, yours,” when he knew she could change her mind and kill him at any given moment.
He waited for her to undo her leather pants and slide them down to midthigh. Then nothing beyond that was needed because the tip of his cock nudged against her soaked pussy and all thoughts other than fucking the man looming over her left her head.
He was undeniable. Even as rumpled and as unkempt as he was, the hard muscles, the silver flecks in his black hair, and the extreme intelligence in his eyes all made Elias Fontana intensely attractive. There was nothing nerdy about this ex-university teacher turned director of the National Museum.
No, his eyes and his body were telling her right now that he was aggressive, raw, and as edgy as anyone she’d ever come across, and if she’d thought the idea of her with another woman would bother him, she’d been totally fucking wrong. If anything, it’d turned him into a man who could be downright obscene. A man whose entire being was saying that he didn’t care if he lived past tonight—he just wanted to sink his cock inside her and lose himself.
And who was she to deny him that?
“Tell you, huh?”
His eyes encouraged her to be as open as she wanted to be, and when his thick length slowly penetrated her, her lips parted on a hoarse cry.
“Yes. I want you to tell me what happened that day. That’s what you want, isn’t it? You wanted to see it one more time, share it with someone. So come on. Tell me. What was her name, Isadora? Which one of you took the lead? Did she fuck you? Or did you fuck her?”
“O̱ theé mou,” she moaned.
“I am definitely not God,” he said, and when Elias settled his body over hers and the delicious weight of him pushed her into the ground at the same place Daphne had taken her, Isadora could barely think to speak.
“I’m not moving until you start talking.”
“Malakas.”
Elias chuckled, which made the circumstances even more twisted, but the sound of it made his entire body vibrate. “Maybe I am an asshole, but can you blame me? After this, I’m dead. So I want to hear what I want to hear. Do we have a deal?”
“Ne,” she gasped. “Ne. Her name was Daphne, and she was a woman my brother and I grew up with.” She stopped talking for a moment, remembering a time long past and a woman long gone. “She was beautiful in ways you couldn’t imagine.”
“I know. I saw her,” he said, his voice gruff as he ran a hand over her hair.
When he lowered to brush his lips over her cheekbone, Isadora shuddered. She didn’t want him to be gentle.
“Keep going,” he urged.
Her core pulsed around the wide intrusion of him, and her eyes fluttered shut at the satisfying way he filled her. “That afternoon was the first time I’d been alone with her. Really alone. It wasn’t uncommon for women to congregate with each other back then, but I never allowed myself to be around her. Not alone. Not until earlier that week when she’d told me to meet her.”
“And why did you stay away before that? Because you wanted her?”
Her eyes flew to his, and her breath caught at the simmering fire in them. “Yes. I wanted her more than I wanted the sun to rise in the morning.”
As the words tumbled from her mouth, Elias’s hips rolled over hers as if he hadn’t been able to help himself. Which prompted a moan from her.
“I wanted to put my fingers inside her and suck her nipples into my mouth. But—”
“Fuck, Isadora,” he groaned, his warm breath floating over her fevered skin. “But what?”
“But there was never a chance, never the right opportunity…”
“Until that day?”
Isadora wrapped her arms around his neck, allowing herself to slide into the daydream. Giving him this final wish before she had to end him. “Yes, until that day.” She placed her lips on his chin and nipped at the skin there. “Earlier that week, we’d agreed to meet here at the waterfall. And that was the day—”
“You took her?”
Isadora bowed up, and as he slipped deeper inside her body, she moaned.
“Ohi. She took me. I remember trailing my fingers across her wet breasts. They were beautiful and full, and her nipples were hard, so hard, just begging me to bite them. Then I smoothed my hand down to the soft lips between her thighs and slid my fingers inside her. She was so tight, Elias… Ahh,” she groaned as he pulled out and thrust back inside.
“Jesus, I’d love to have seen that,” he rasped as his hips picked up the pace. “More. I want to know more. What happened next?”
Isadora reached out to his mind then and noticed for the first time in a long while she was able to get inside. Was he allowing her this? Or was he unaware that his desires had let his defenses down?
Either way, she wasn’t about to stop and ask. Instead, she shoved an image within his mind, and when his hands clutched her hair and tugged on it hard enough to make her wince, she knew he’d received it.
SHE WAS INSIDE him. As Elias’s cock pulsated within the tight confines of her pussy, Isadora thrust a vision into his mind.
And fuck me, what a vision it is…
AS ISADORA’S FINGERS slipped below the thigh-high water and burrowed between Daphne’s legs, she waited for a response. By the way that Daphne was clutching at her wrist it was clear that she was enjoying what she was doing to her. But Isadora wanted to hear it. She wanted to feel her soft breath on her lips as they parted around a moan she had caused. With every roll of her hips, Daphne urged her to continue, and Isadora couldn’t help but slide her fingers between the swollen lips she longed to see.
There was no doubt in her mind that the two of them were finally giving in to what they’d always wanted, and when she pressed a finger high inside Daphne, she gasped, “Kiyalo.”
Isadora leaned forward so her lips barely touched the tempting red ones issuing demands. She smiled against those succulent lips and teased, “Ohi.”
Daphne’s hand snaked out and wrapped around her naked waist, and as she pulled her forward, trying to get closer, she murmured, “Se thelo, Isa. Se thelo tó̱ra.”
Unable to wait any longer, Isadora guided them out of the water to the bank, and Daphne took her face between her hands and gently bit her bottom lip.
“You taste so sweet, but you aren’t, are you, Isa? Lie down with me.”
As they knelt naked opposite one another, their breasts grazed. The long strands of their hair entwi
ned as the whisper of lips turned into a full taste. With their tongues tangled, Daphne urged her to her back, and Isadora lay down without disconnecting their mouths. A pent-up sigh escaped her throat as Daphne smoothed her hand down over her ribs and hip, and she could’ve sworn her heart skipped.
God, she wanted her to move her hand. She wanted to demand that she slide it between her legs and put her out of her misery. But it wasn’t necessary because Daphne had the exact same thought she had. Her fingers trailed over Isadora’s thigh and then moved in between, and when Isadora spread her legs, Daphne’s fingers grazed her sensitive clit.
A needy cry fell from her tongue, and Daphne took her mouth in a passionate kiss. Heat spread from her head to her toes as she writhed beneath the woman lying on top of her. God, she is the sweet one, Isadora thought. So sweet and soft, so very fucking soft.
As Daphne moved all over her, Isadora knew true peace. It was as if she’d found heaven, and when a finger entered her, a shout left her lips. Daphne hummed with approval before she cupped Isadora’s breast and lowered her head to suck on her nipple. When she raised her eyes and looked up at Isadora’s face, she whispered, “Se agapo.”
It was the happiest Isadora had ever been, and as Daphne continued to make love to her, she didn’t think anything could ever spoil such a memory…
“SEEN ENOUGH?” SHE panted up at him.
Elias replicated Daphne’s gesture in reality, plumping the high, round curve of Isadora’s breasts, and when she groaned for him and he tunneled inside her, his body shuddered from the pleasure.
She was a fucking vision.