More real than all the strange dreamy moments in her captivity, these walls were as firm to the feel of my hand as the ground of earth, the wood as real as the heavily scented woodwork in Ravel’s shop.
When she mentioned the altar and the sacrifice, the first true wave of desire struck my groin like lightning. Striking deep, the pulse in me began. I’d satisfied men in so many ways, but not like this.
Stumbling still, I followed the velvet sorceress down a hall and a stairs that wound deep into the musty bowels of this ancient stronghold. Down to where the air was so thick I could hardly breath, and where my eyes couldn’t see for the thick smoke. The rich incense almost made me choke. As though we were descending into hell itself, I could feel the heat rise in this subterranean cavern
