Destined for time
Chapter Five
~ Rook ~
“I know why you’re here Rook,” Camila murmured as she slowly circled me in the soft glow of candlelight. Her fingertips lightly brushed my bare chest, making me shiver in response. I was nude except for a towel wrapped around my hips.
“I saw that human detective a little while ago, the one you’ve loved in your dreams for so long. Do you want to dream of her again? Is that why you’ve come to me Rook?” She was behind me now, and went up on her toes to whisper in my ear, “Why do you torture yourself like this? Wouldn’t it be so much more satisfying to track her down and show her what you really want to do to her?”
“No games today, Camila, just give me what I need,” I replied tightly.
She laughed lightly, a sultry, seductive sound that had absolutely no effect on me. “Oh, I’ll give you what you came here for, but only that human can give you what you need. Now, lie down on my table, and let me give you a taste of what she could do for you.”
I hopped up on her table, and tried to relax as she began massaging my shoulders and neck.
Camila was attractive—tall, with long black hair worn in a loose chignon, and a hint of Asian ancestry in her almond-shaped eyes. She was also an empathy demon, which made her the perfect masseuse for the spa here at the resort. She could enhance the emotions, thoughts, and dreams she saw and felt through contact with bare skin.
After I met Angela, I couldn’t bring myself to be with another woman. It just felt wrong to even think of touching anyone but her intimately. Several months later I bumped into Camila on the way to the gym. I was wound so tight I thought I might explode if I didn’t get inside a female right that second. But I couldn’t have Angela, and no one else would have been acceptable. Camila felt my emotions through my skin. She talked me into coming to the spa with her.
She had me undress and lay down on her table. Then she told me to think about Angela and all the things I’d ever wanted to do to her. The images flickered through my mind. A heartbeat later I was in my bed with Angela beneath me, screaming my name and begging me for more. It felt so real, all my senses came alive. I smelled her arousal, felt the wetness surrounding my cock as it moved in and out of her tight body. It was enough to make me come right there. The orgasm shot up my shaft violently, and I was left panting while in my mind I was crushing Angela against my chest.
My visits to Camila were the only thing that kept me sane all these years. With the help of her magic, I’ve touched and tasted every inch of Angela’s subtle curves in every position and setting imaginable. Now instead of fantasies, I only saw memories when I closed my eyes. No matter how strong Camila’s magic was, I knew it would never be enough to satisfy me again.
As Camila continued working the tension out of my muscles, I let my mind wander to the night of the bombing. I remembered Angela’s fear when I asked for her help, and the guilt I felt for having to push her further than she was ready to go. I knew she wanted to help me save Serafina’s life, but I also knew when she felt overwhelmed. Instead of backing off as I should have, my blood oaths to Dragon drove me to keep pushing her.
I wanted to slow down for her, and to savor every second I had with her, but there wasn’t enough time. I had to keep her off balance, or she never would have gone through with what needed to be done. So I teased and tempted, then devoured her with my kisses and the intimate caress of my fingers. When she finally gave herself to me it was the happiest moment of my life, even if deep down I knew it wouldn’t last.
Each time Camila helped me relive that night on Dragon’s terrace, I felt every sensation, every quiver of Angela’s tight sheath as I plunged myself into her warm, wet body over and over again. I remembered every touch, every kiss. The sight of her in that tiny pink thong. The sweet scent of her arousal as it filled my senses, and the sound she made when I hit just the right spot. Goddess, I wanted to hear that sound every night for the rest of my life.
And when I recalled the moment of final release, I gloried in the rush of energy that swept over me, so empowering, intoxicating. I reached out, pulled it into my body and slid through time with an ease I hadn’t felt for centuries.
The memory finished playing out in my mind, and Camila quietly left the room to allow me time to clean up and get dressed. With her help, my physical needs had been met for the moment, but the guilt and the fear that Angela would never forgive me overshadowed the memories of the pleasure I felt that night in her arms. Inside I felt hollow, empty without her.
When Angela scheduled the appointment with me, I thought maybe she was finally ready to talk about us. Then she showed up with another detective, and I knew she was still denying her feelings for me. Sitting through a meeting with her and that human male was the last thing I wanted to do, so I asked Dragon to cover for me and came straight here to see Camila.
Maybe that wasn’t the best way to handle the situation, but I was running out of patience when it came to Angela. I’d hoped that, given enough time, she would come to me on her own. Since that obviously wasn’t going to happen, I needed a new strategy. The next time Angela came to the resort, I would see her face to face. There would be no more having Dragon or anyone else run interference. From now on, I was going to meet her like I would any other challenge: head-on with nothing held back.
Angela Ruby wasn’t going to know what hit her the next time I got my hands on her.
~ Rook ~
“I know why you’re here Rook,” Camila murmured as she slowly circled me in the soft glow of candlelight. Her fingertips lightly brushed my bare chest, making me shiver in response. I was nude except for a towel wrapped around my hips.
“I saw that human detective a little while ago, the one you’ve loved in your dreams for so long. Do you want to dream of her again? Is that why you’ve come to me Rook?” She was behind me now, and went up on her toes to whisper in my ear, “Why do you torture yourself like this? Wouldn’t it be so much more satisfying to track her down and show her what you really want to do to her?”
“No games today, Camila, just give me what I need,” I replied tightly.
She laughed lightly, a sultry, seductive sound that had absolutely no effect on me. “Oh, I’ll give you what you came here for, but only that human can give you what you need. Now, lie down on my table, and let me give you a taste of what she could do for you.”
I hopped up on her table, and tried to relax as she began massaging my shoulders and neck.
Camila was attractive—tall, with long black hair worn in a loose chignon, and a hint of Asian ancestry in her almond-shaped eyes. She was also an empathy demon, which made her the perfect masseuse for the spa here at the resort. She could enhance the emotions, thoughts, and dreams she saw and felt through contact with bare skin.
After I met Angela, I couldn’t bring myself to be with another woman. It just felt wrong to even think of touching anyone but her intimately. Several months later I bumped into Camila on the way to the gym. I was wound so tight I thought I might explode if I didn’t get inside a female right that second. But I couldn’t have Angela, and no one else would have been acceptable. Camila felt my emotions through my skin. She talked me into coming to the spa with her.
She had me undress and lay down on her table. Then she told me to think about Angela and all the things I’d ever wanted to do to her. The images flickered through my mind. A heartbeat later I was in my bed with Angela beneath me, screaming my name and begging me for more. It felt so real, all my senses came alive. I smelled her arousal, felt the wetness surrounding my cock as it moved in and out of her tight body. It was enough to make me come right there. The orgasm shot up my shaft violently, and I was left panting while in my mind I was crushing Angela against my chest.
My visits to Camila were the only thing that kept me sane all these years. With the help of her magic, I’ve touched and tasted every inch of Angela’s subtle curves in every position and setting imaginable. Now instead of fantasies, I only saw memories when I closed my eyes. No matter how strong Camila’s magic was, I knew it would never be enough to satisfy me again.
As Camila continued working the tension out of my muscles, I let my mind wander to the night of the bombing. I remembered Angela’s fear when I asked for her help, and the guilt I felt for having to push her further than she was ready to go. I knew she wanted to help me save Serafina’s life, but I also knew when she felt overwhelmed. Instead of backing off as I should have, my blood oaths to Dragon drove me to keep pushing her.
I wanted to slow down for her, and to savor every second I had with her, but there wasn’t enough time. I had to keep her off balance, or she never would have gone through with what needed to be done. So I teased and tempted, then devoured her with my kisses and the intimate caress of my fingers. When she finally gave herself to me it was the happiest moment of my life, even if deep down I knew it wouldn’t last.
Each time Camila helped me relive that night on Dragon’s terrace, I felt every sensation, every quiver of Angela’s tight sheath as I plunged myself into her warm, wet body over and over again. I remembered every touch, every kiss. The sight of her in that tiny pink thong. The sweet scent of her arousal as it filled my senses, and the sound she made when I hit just the right spot. Goddess, I wanted to hear that sound every night for the rest of my life.
And when I recalled the moment of final release, I gloried in the rush of energy that swept over me, so empowering, intoxicating. I reached out, pulled it into my body and slid through time with an ease I hadn’t felt for centuries.
The memory finished playing out in my mind, and Camila quietly left the room to allow me time to clean up and get dressed. With her help, my physical needs had been met for the moment, but the guilt and the fear that Angela would never forgive me overshadowed the memories of the pleasure I felt that night in her arms. Inside I felt hollow, empty without her.
When Angela scheduled the appointment with me, I thought maybe she was finally ready to talk about us. Then she showed up with another detective, and I knew she was still denying her feelings for me. Sitting through a meeting with her and that human male was the last thing I wanted to do, so I asked Dragon to cover for me and came straight here to see Camila.
Maybe that wasn’t the best way to handle the situation, but I was running out of patience when it came to Angela. I’d hoped that, given enough time, she would come to me on her own. Since that obviously wasn’t going to happen, I needed a new strategy. The next time Angela came to the resort, I would see her face to face. There would be no more having Dragon or anyone else run interference. From now on, I was going to meet her like I would any other challenge: head-on with nothing held back.
Angela Ruby wasn’t going to know what hit her the next time I got my hands on her.