“Yesss,” she purred. “Please, make me forget.”
Enola’s behavior was totally out of her character, but she wasn’t the least bit ashamed that she was practically begging a man she barely knew to make love to her. She wanted him more than she wanted to maintain her dignity. She needed him to invade her body and soul and make it all better. She didn’t want to think about witches, Voodoo, shifters, or vampires. She wanted to feel his sweaty body slamming into hers.
Gideon caressed her body as his hand slid down her satin nightie. Enola gasped when his fingers brushed her thighs as he pulled the soft material over her hips, exposing her nakedness. Gideon took advantage of her parted lips and pressed his lips to hers. Enola moaned against his mouth and licked his plump bottom lip. He pushed his tongue against hers and kissed her with more passion than Enola had ever experienced. When Gideon’s fingers traced her abdomen and found her swollen clit, Enola groaned loudly, pushing her fingers into his thick, wavy hair.
Slowly and methodically, Gideon circled her clit. Enola was trembling uncontrollably as she pushed her eager, swollen bud against his strong fingers. He was mastering her body, manipulating her sex like a master. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she welcomed the exquisite pleasure of his touch.
“Oh…oh…ohhhhh, Gideon!” Enola panted, creeping to the very edge of an orgasmic cliff. She pushed her legs further apart, allowing Gideon full access. He pushed one thick finger inside of her, and judging by the way that she gasped, one would think that she was a virgin.
“Look at me, Nola,” he ordered.
Enola moaned, turned her head from side to side. She was ready to welcome an orgasm that was sure to be explosive.
“Mmmm…ughhh, Gideon.”
When she didn’t comply, he growled, “Look at me, Nola.”
Nola startled. The growl had actually sounded like it came from an animal. Her eyes flew open and connected with Gideon’s. His gray eyes were glowing and metallic, and he was looking at her as if she were his prey.
“Gideon? What the fu—”
She was immediately rendered speechless when Gideon opened his mouth, displaying giant fangs tearing through his gums. Enola screamed as she struggled to get from under him. She pushed against his heavy body but he was immovable. She fought even harder when he grabbed her head and pushed her face to the side, exposing her neck.
“Oh, my God. Please, Gideon, let me go,” Enola begged.
Gideon clearly wasn’t moved by Enola’s pleas. He lowered his mouth and pierced her neck with his fangs. Enola cried out, but it was due more to fear than pain. She closed her eyes tightly and inhaled a cleansing breath. All of a sudden, it felt as if she’d been swaddled in a protective blanket of heat. Enola relaxed and embraced the new sense of warmth and security.
Enola could have basked in the feeling of contentment forever had it not been for the sound of Crystal’s blood curdling screams, piercing through the haze.
Enola’s eyes flew open. She sat up and looked around her bedroom, but there was no sign of Gideon. Enola realized that she had been dreaming, but the sound of Crystal and Dania’s scream sounded more like a nightmare. The feeling of peace and warmth fled instantly. She tossed the blanket from her body. It was then she noticed that, not only the blanket, but the entire room was in flames.
“Oh, fuck!” Enola cursed.
She jumped up and ran towards the door. Enola looked back and not only her bed, but her entire bedroom had become a raging inferno.
“Shit! Shit! Shit!”
Enola ran out of her bedroom and down the hall. Her entire condo was engulfed in flames, but she was able to walk comfortably through the fire. She made it to the guest room and reached for the doorknob. Assumed it was hot, she tested the heat with one finger. Enola could feel the heat, but it wasn’t unpleasant. Apparently, she was able to endure hot objects as well. She slowly opened the door and was horrified by what she found. Crystal and Dania were in a corner, clinging to each other. They were no longer screaming. They simply held each other, seemingly resigning to meet their end.
Enola stood, paralyzed, in the middle of the flames, choked by sadness and guilt. Knowing that she had placed them in danger was excruciating. Afraid that if she touched them, they’d burst into flames, she had no other choice than to leave them inside. Even if she could’ve touched them, it wasn’t like she could walk them through the flames. She ran out of her condo, down the stairs, and out the door. She screamed for help from anyone who could hear. She ran around the corner. To her relief, there were firefighters at the side of her building, already battling the flames.
Enola ran over to the firemen that were handling the ladder. “There!” she pointed to the window of her guestroom. “There’s a mother and daughter trapped inside.”
The firemen were eyeing Enola curiously before one of them asked, “Are you sure?”
“I’m positive! Please hurry,” Enola begged.
The firemen positioned the ladder under the window and began to climb. Enola watched as they entered through the window. She couldn’t peel her eyes away if she wanted to.
“Ma’am?” a male voice called from behind.
“Ma’am?” he repeated when Enola didn’t answer.
She felt his attempt to place a blanket over her shoulders, but Enola swatted it away.
“I’m fine!” she snapped, still staring up at the window.
“Yes, ma’am. That’s good. But…you’re naked.”
