A Ballad of Betrayal (The Purgatory Chronicles Book 2) by C.M. Quinn

Author:C.M. Quinn [Quinn, C.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Adventure/Survival, Danger/In Peril, Demon, Fantasy, Lesbian Romance, Magic, Paranormal, Sapphic Romance, Vampires, Werewolves, Witch
Amazon: B0DC6FKTGG
Goodreads: 217190694
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2024-09-07T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

Aya would murder the first person who dared to walk into the room. By the time they finally fell asleep, she was fairly sure it was morning. Footsteps sounded past the door, though no one knocked or came in.

Ruminating on bloodshed, she peered down upon the waterfall of fiery curls splayed across her chest. Elaine’s warm cheek was pressed against her breast, soft breaths tickling her chest. She didn’t mind at all, smiling softly at the sight. Though she’d had her fair share of women before, nothing was like this. Sex had always been good, but this was soul shattering. Consuming. Sheer fucking perfection—and she truly didn’t deserve one scrap of it.

It fed the primal side within her, loving the control Elaine gave her. She treasured it as though it were a gem of the rarest order, cut and polished to a shine. Mounted, she imagined, on a golden necklace and framed by other delicate and glittering gems.

“I can feel you staring,” Elaine mumbled into her chest.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just woke up.”

Elaine stirred and peered at her blearily beneath those dark auburn lashes. Aya could drown in those emerald depths, like the vast seas she vaguely recalled from her childhood. Not quite blue but a little green, wild and vast, churning against an unbridled storm.

“I should punish you,” she said with a yawn.

Aya hooked her leg and flipped them. She pinned Elaine’s hands over her head. Curls fanned out across the furs. Elaine’s breaths rose and fell, stealing her sanity.

“For what?” Aya retorted.

The damn witch took her shot.

Aya blinked and she was the one on her back.

Elaine laughed and before she could fight back control, she watched in frustration as Elaine rose from the furs. They fell away, exposing every inch of that glorious skin and curves that Aya ached to trace with her tongue. Welts and scratches marred her pale skin, etching every inch of their night together. Flashes burst through Aya’s mind, leaving her burning to drag the witch back and repeat it all over again.

Light sparked beneath Elaine’s skin. A second later, all marks melted away, as if they were never there to begin with.

“I can feel you frowning from here,” Elaine said with a chuckle as she pulled her dress back on.

“I like my marks on you.”

Elaine’s smile only deepened. “Then I suppose I have given you a chance to make more.”

Heat burned through Aya. Fuck it. She was going to drag her witch back to bed if it was the last thing—

“Oh, no you don’t. No more for now.”

Aya’s brow shot up. “Oh?”

She tried her best sultry grin and let the furs fall away to her hips, leaving her chest bare and on full display. Elaine’s gaze dropped. Hesitation flickered there and she started to move back to the bed when she stopped suddenly, straightened up and quickly turned.

“No, no, I am not letting you distract me.”

It was clear there was going to be no repeat, much to her dismay.

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