My Immortal by Erin McCarthy

Author:Erin McCarthy
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2007-03-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Damien knew that Marley was in the bathroom. He’d been waiting close to an hour for her to emerge, but the door stayed closed. It was dark outside, and when he walked around the perimeter, he moved in and out of the glow of light from the half dozen windows, listening for the sound of the shower. He didn’t hear anything, and he was starting to get concerned.

He had the feeling she’d spent the afternoon with the old woman, since he’d seen her returning to the house from that direction. God only knew what tales Marley had heard, what twisted falsehoods and exaggerated dramas she’d been entertained with. Marley didn’t strike him as the unpredictable or hysterical type, but he couldn’t imagine what she was doing in there, and the windows were all shielded with plantation shutters.

Except for the transom.

Damien eyed it. It was a good eight feet up, over the door. Striding back to the garden, he grabbed a rusty chair and hauled it over. He climbed up on it and looked in the window, which was dusty and warped, but not completely opaque. It gave him a muted view, but he could still see everything inside the bathroom.

What his roaming gaze landed on nearly made him fall off the chair. Marley was naked in the bathtub, her hair piled up on her head in a messy heap, her nipples breaking the surface of the water and deflating bubbles, her toes clenching the bottom rim of the deep soaker tub. She had pulled a little table over next to the tub and had put a bottle of water on it. There was something in her hand, a letter or a manuscript, and she was obviously reading it, her lips moving slightly.

Damien felt punched with desire, smacked in the chest, the gut, the groin, an erection springing up painfully and aggressively. Marley looked pink and lush and warm, and he wanted to slide his hands over her water-slick skin and dip his fingers into her moist inner thighs. He wanted to take his hard cock and shove it inside her, joining himself with her, watching her eyes roll back, listening to her cries of delight.

Her eyes always watched him too closely, filled with compassion, confusion, pleading. He wanted to rip those emotions out of her and replace them with hot, eager, selfish lust for him.

He couldn’t penetrate her, of course. To do that would be to completely lose himself in the Grigori curse, his servitude. But he could pleasure her. Could relieve Marley of all her worries, her burdens, for a few minutes.

Damien climbed down off the chair, shoved it aside, and reached for the doorknob.

It twisted open when he tried it.

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