His hand drops from my chin to slide down over the necklace. The metal heats under his touch, or seems to, but more likely it’s me who’s heating. The look in his eyes now is no longer a mystery. His expression is filled with unmistakable lust that makes me squirm as if I’m a field mouse caught in the gaze of an eagle.
Zogar has regarded me with desire before—many times—but something about this feels different. He seems ravenous. Greedy. Dangerous.
My excitement rises, and my cleft dampens as my breaths come more quickly. Sex with my husband is always overwhelming, even when he keeps himself well under control.
“Talk can wait,” he says. “First, I have a surprise.”
“Anothersurprise?” My hand grazes the necklace.
He pushes away from the window and crosses the room toward the elevator.
“Are we going back to the Light already?” I ask as I follow. That would be a most welcome surprise.
“Not just yet.” He pushes the elevator’s call button.
My flash of disappointment that we’re not going home is quickly replaced by excitement. If Zogar has a surprise for me, I’m sure that I’ll like it. I’m always up for new adventures, new experiences, and Zogar seems to instinctively know what I love.
Holding the door open with his arm, he lets me enter the elevator first and then presses the button for the roof.
“We’re going to the roof?” My excitement builds. I wanted to go up there the very first time we visited the apartment—evenbefore we bought it—but the previous owner stopped midway, during a project to design a rooftop garden. I wanted to take a look, regardless, but Zogar deemed it too dangerous and asked me never to go up there. I’m glad he’s changed his mind.
Or maybe… “Is the construction project completed?”
Back home, it can take decades for stone cutters, carpenters and other craftsmen to complete a new structure, but I have no idea how quickly such things can be done in the Darkness.
“I think you’ll like what you see.” His lips part slightly and heat licks inside me as he looks down at me.
I’m now certain his surprise involves sex, and he was right about one thing. As much as I want to learn what happened with Gabreal, talking can wait.
“Close your eyes.”
His commanding tone increases the dampness in my cleft, but I tip my head, questioning him with my eyes. He pulls a long strip of black satin fabric from behind his back and secures the fabric over my eyes. I can’t see a thing.
“What are you doing?” My teeth scrape my lower lip.
His hands land on my shoulders, and he guides me out of the elevator. One of his hands drifts to my lower back and then grazes over my bottom.
“Can I see my surprise now?”
“Not just yet.” He steps away from me. “I must ensure every detail is ready.”
I take a few tentative steps over what feels and sounds like small pebbles. The air is fresher up here than down at street level, andthere’s a light breeze. The warmth on my face feels like sunlight, even though I’ve seen no sun in the Darkness.
“You may remove your blindfold.”
I pull it down and awe consumes me. The rooftop contains a beautiful garden with trees surrounding its perimeter. I can’t tell the source of the lighting, but it definitely gives the impression and warmth of yellow-tinged sunlight, and it kisses the many flowers growing in carefully arranged beds.
This isn’t real. It can’t be. Zogar is using his magic. “This illusion is beautiful. Thank you.”
“Only the best for my love.”
I blink. Did he call me hislove? My heart swells along with my desire to tell him that I love him, too. The declaration bubbles inside me but remains caught near the top of my throat.
Zogar didn’t actually say that he loves me. Plus, my gut says this is not the right time. I don’t want to risk saying something that could temper the lust in his eyes. My declaration of love can wait until after the sex, perhaps even while we’re having sex, if I can manage to form words while he’s inside me this time.
He beckons for me to step toward him, and the bulge in his pants expands and shifts under the fabric. My cunny pulses in anticipation, and my breath shudders, making my entire body tremble. I’m glad I’m wearing this skimpy dress with nothing underneath. I don’t want anything to slow down his access.
My gaze is once again captured by his, and his hunger’s grown even greater, even darker. Good thing, because I’m now desperate. As I near him, Zogar’s body heat warms mine, or maybe it’s my own blood boiling me from inside.
