Decadent (The Devil's Due Book 4) by Eva Charles

Author:Eva Charles [Charles, Eva]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Quarry Road Publishing
Published: 2020-09-23T16:00:00+00:00

26

Delilah

The elevator ride to the lower level is quiet. Gray stands behind me, his arms wrapped tightly around my torso, his chin resting on my head. He doesn’t say a word, but he’s preoccupied and tense, and his sullen mood begins to make me wonder if kneeling for him was a mistake.

He’s not a man who would take the gesture lightly. He knows what it means, especially coming from me. Maybe it was more than he bargained for tonight. Brooding with dessert on the horizon is not at all like him.

When it comes to sex, whether in a scene or not, Gray’s fully present and in charge. Always. He doesn’t share the power, nor does he apologize for the way he wields it. This elevator ride would normally be a prelude, the beginning of a long, seductive tease. But it’s not, and the change in him has me unsettled.

The elevator door pings open, and Gray takes my hand and leads me down the grand hall. We pass rooms with plaques affixed to the doors, each one hinting at the fantasy inside. I remember all of it from Christmas. The only thing missing are the boughs of fragrant pine and spruce draping the doorways, and the gilded pinecones scattered on the elaborate consoles stationed up and down the wide hall.

The room we enter has no plaque. It’s a spacious suite, with a bathroom and a place for aftercare beyond, I’m sure. It’s done in rich golds and purples that complement the dark wood floor, and lush fabrics that remind me of the Sultan’s Palace, where we played on Christmas. There have been many memories since, but that night will always hold a special place for me, because it was our first time.

A luminous incense lightly perfumes the room—it’s luxurious and exotic, mixed with sweet orange and maybe vanilla. Not elixirs for religious ritual, but oils to anoint the body and awaken the senses.

Gray brushes my arm as he passes. His stride is assured, and the stress I sensed earlier is gone. This is his domain. Whatever was weighing on his mind earlier, he must have left at the door.

I look around the room and begin to relax.

Gray observes quietly from several feet away, letting me soak up the ambiance with all its possibilities. The room is ripe for pleasure. Beckoning and cajoling us to add our bliss to the carnal screams of others, swirled into the plastered walls. It’s tantalizing foreplay, and he’s enjoying it as much as I am.

I smile shyly at him. His eyes flare, but he keeps his distance, letting me explore the Tantra chair on a raised platform in the center of the room. It doesn’t have the fragility of the antique at the beach, or the practical simplicity of the one in the apartment that he fucked me on last night. No, this is larger, sturdier, with rings disguised as an adornment, hanging from the carved edges at the bottom. The possibilities make my mouth water.

I glance from Gray to the purple velvet coverlet that is hiding something on the platform floor.

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