Chapter 6 and 7
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quickly transmuted into a searing blend of pure ecstasy and anguish. She would forsake her very soul just to taste the dark rapture of his possession. In that moment, she was utterly his in every sense of the word.
"Please..." was all she could whimper before his mouth finally sealed over her own in a punishing kiss that robbed every coherent thought from her mind. A brutal, soul-scorching coupling of lips, teeth and tongues that made her whimper and writhe shamelessly beneath his merciless onslaught.
When at last he tore his mouth from hers, she was left trembling and utterly dazed. Sensations and words were hopelessly tangled into incoherent pleas of need. There was only one thing of which she was suddenly, utterly certain.
She would pay any price. Make any sacrifice. Just to exsperience the raptures her new nightmare lover could offer.
Chapter 7
Samantha awoke in a daze, her thoughts thick and languid as if emerging from some seductive fever dream. The raucous cawing of ravens was the first sound to penetrate the leaden fog shrouding her mind.
She blearily opened her eyes and blinked in the pale streams of early morning sunlight filtering through the heavy drapes of what appeared to be a lavishly-appointed bedchamber. Rich crimson and ebony accents blended with exquisite antique furnishings to cultivate an aura of shadowed, Gothic opulence.
It was all so surreal and otherworldly, the sudden jarring transition from memory to present reality leaving her disoriented. She startled when she realized the sinfully soft, snow-white silk sheets were pooled nude around her waist, leaving the creamy expanses of her skin exposed to the chill room.
A flicker of vague trepidation shivered through her as the events of the night before slowly trickled back in disjointed bursts like the tantalizing shards of a shattered dream. The broken down car... the looming abandoned manor... and then...
"Ethan..." she breathed, her tongue tasting the f*******n name like a reverent benediction as flashes of his beautiful, damning features blazed through her mind's eye. His hypnotic voice... his merciless touch... his rapacious possession...
The hollow ache blossoming in the pit of her stomach chased away any lingering tendrils of sleep and emboldened her to sit up and take stock of her surroundings with new dawning comprehension.
She was at Ravenswood Manor.
With Ethan...
A sound behind her made her stiffen as something cool and silken brushed against the bare skin of her upper arm. Recoiling, she spun around to discover a sleek ebony cat sitting behind her on the bed. Its baleful yellow eyes regarded her with eerie calm as it languidly wrapped its sinuous body around to face her.
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