Echoes in Eternity (The Pella Series Book 1) (37 page)

“What do you mean?”

“Elissa, you have been saying goodbye to me in all manners possible even as we speak! I keep telling you that I need to protect you, but you don’t seem to get the importance of it!” he hisses through his teeth. I don’t want to continue to be your two-thousand year old charity case, Alex! How can I tell you that? Maybe I just want him to love me. I would want him to love me if I didn’t have all this bounty on my head.

“Well, maybe I don’t want you to protect me!” I shout back.
I hate myself for exerting this pain on him. He flinches as if I slapped him. “Maybe, I just want you to want
me
; this person!” I say arduously giving his earlier words back to him, placing my hand over my heart. “Not Marcus’s daughter to whom you gave your oath to protect or obey the bond that was forged between us! Because I don’t know who she is or who she was! I want you to see
me
as I am… As Elissa, now. I want you to like me, for me… even if you have to pretend, not because I’m a recycled soul that you have met before,” I say finally my voice diminishing to barely audible. Before the last word leaves my lips, Alex seals his mouth over mine, and swallowing my surprised gasp, scooping me off the floor.

“I don’t want…” I try to resist him, he moans into my mouth, “your charity fuck!”

He bites my lower lip and groans, dropping me onto the bed face down, and swats my behind hard. The sound of it echoes around the room, completely taking me by surprise.

“You are not my charity case! I protect you because I want to and because I like you! I’m a selfish man, I don’t do charity
…FUCKKK!!! If you haven’t noticed Elissa, I can have any woman I want. That leaves no room for charity!”

“But you are forced…”

“Fuck that! I am devious enough to get out of any obligation if I wanted to! If I didn’t like you, I would find a way to get out of it. Don’t you get it? Everything I do is for you! Not for Marcus, not for heaven, nor for hell! I dedicated my existence to
you
…
You alone!
” he exclaims, his voice is dangerously low, his words coming out staccato. I turn to lie on my back, and he hovers over me. I search his face for a trace of deception, but I see none.

“But, the person you know is someone else. Not me.”

“Argh!” he groans exasperated. “It’s always been you! The person inside this body is Elissa, and the feeling of getting to know you again is like going to a city you love that you haven’t been to in a long time and discover that there are a lot of new sights, sounds and attractions since you have last visited it, but there is an excitement in the discovery of it. Think of Fitzwilliam Darcy showing up in today’s London. He’ll be shocked in discovering the changes but there is also adventure in finding what is new, raw, and contemporary in a place you have known and loved but have been kept apart from for a long time. What you feel for that place doesn’t change. What changes are the experience and the added exhilaration of the discovery and reacquainting,” he says. I’m stuck at the word ‘loved’. The shock on my face finally registers with him.

“Don’t you believe me Elissa?” he asks with concern.

“I think you’re being truthful. But then,” I say softly, “the city of London might be jealous of all the love affairs Mr. Darcy has had traveling the world enjoying himself in the other cities if Mr. Darcy was an immortal being.”

“Elissa Duncan, are you jealous of other women who ha
ve been in my life at one time?” he asks trying to suppress a smile.

“Yes!” I shout, slapping his chest with both hands. Is he laughing at me? “
I don’t know why I’m insanely jealous of your past and all the women who have been in your life, especially the two well-endowed, wealthy bimbos I met yesterday morning. This is insane… I can’t compete with them! I don’t have their wealth, beauty, or whatever else they offered you since you fucked them both for days!” I grunt, wringing my hands with white knuckled force.

“Well then, let me
assuage your doubts,” he murmurs as his lips melt over mine; molding and moving slowly at first, but then they move urgently, demanding and seeking. His tongue pushes its way into my mouth, licking and stroking, taking possession, reacquainting itself with mine. My right hand is fisting his hair roughly, pulling it almost violently while my nails dig into his back with my left hand. He groans, and stands up abruptly with me clinging to him, and I feel the t-shirt on my back rip into shreds along with my bra while he is caging me into the captivity of his embrace with one arm. I want to surrender to him, to do as he wishes with me, but I’m also angry. I push him while trying to merge myself with him, aggressively. I bite his lip and draw blood, and push him to the wall. It is strange that my body knows what she wants and my instincts take over as if I’ve made love all my life. I vaguely hear a picture fall off the wall. He twists and this time it’s my back to the wall. He captures my hands holding them above my head. With his right leg he separates my legs apart, grinding his erection into me. His lips with warm blood trail down my neck, kissing and marking me in warm crimson. Involuntarily, I twist my neck and give him access.

“You should let me go Alex. I’m no good for you! Bad luck…” I murmur as his lips glide down to my neck.

“Shut up, already!” he mutters exasperated sucking, and nipping. His lips trail back up to mine and he traces my lower lip with the tip of his tongue. I moan, feeling the effects of his touch deep in my groin. He places his forehead on mine and whispers. “I don’t subscribe to any sort of luck! Yes, I existed for a long time and have done things in ways that you can’t even imagine… that includes intense, long, hard fucking! It’s a done deal… it cannot be changed! But you are the woman I want, the sole focus of my very long existence. Not anyone else! You and
you
alone!” he says as he pushes me higher on the wall and I feel my bare back trailing on the cold surface.

He pulls the rest of the pieces of the t-shirt off me exposing my breasts to the warm wetness of his greedy mouth, capturing my nipple. He sucks me rhythmically, his tongue caressing the tip
of my nipple. As he lets go of my hands, I place them flat on the wall, surrendering myself to his ministrations, panting. His hand moves over my other breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and index finger and palming it. His lips move down onto my belly, kissing, licking, teasing, and sucking. When he reaches to the button of my shorts, he unbuttons and zips them down. Looking up to my flushed face, he slowly lowers my shorts and panties, taking them off. With every touch, my breathing increases, my heart beats so fast, I feel like it’s going to take flight off my chest. Then he makes short work of taking his shirt off, and bending his knees, he puts my right leg over his left shoulder and my left leg over his right shoulder and then to my bewildered eyes he lifts me up in the air with my back to the wall. Lifting my buttocks a little higher with easy grace, he dips his tongue into my sex, and starts licking, swirling, and stroking my sex deep inside in a carefully increasing rhythm. I arch my back and toss my head unable to hold back the intense pleasure. He expertly circles his tongue in and out of my sex, building up the intensity. Then he curves his tongue with just the right angle, and touches a well hidden spot, making me shout his name. If he flicks his tongue on a slightly different angle, I’d be shattered, but he holds the pressure just the right way to build it up higher and higher, expertly on the precipice.

When the built up tension and sexual energy is just at the peak, he spears his tongue very deep, and it quivers, sweeping the front wall of my vagina, and his lips seal over the opening of my vagina and my clitoris. Then he sucks my clitoris in, rubbing with his upper lips and scrapes it with his teeth. I lose myself with the biggest
wave of an orgasm, shouting his name, my hands pounding the walls behind me. At that moment, the last shred of logic telling me to leave him for his and his men’s well-being dissipates into oblivion.

Before the rolling orgasms subside, he lowers me to the floor carrying me to the chaise at the foot of the bed. He pulls it with one hand, and it moves with protest. He straddles it, and positions me in front of him. Gripping my hips, he pulls me close to him, slowly lower
ing me onto his hungry erection, its tip glistening with a single dew, making me want to suck it off. I’m surprising myself with my bold audacity and the way my carnal desires are completely overtaking me. I have no clue when he had time to take his jeans and boxers off, but we are skin on skin, very intimate. He arches my back, but I lean forward, the tips of my nipples touching his chest hair. He groans.

“Let me in all the way Elissa,” he commands me, and guides my buttocks up, and slowly down again. With a thrust of his hips, I feel him balls deep, his erection thick, heavy, and throbbing inside me, moving to find his pleasure and mine.

“More!” he demands and as he raises my buttocks up, and as he crushes my sex back down to meet with his hungry, greedy, demanding erection; he thrusts his penis upward, filling me to the hilt, making me gasp.

“Hold your position, angel! This will be hard and fast,” he says as he spears his pulsing penis into my sex. Every time he thrusts into me, I’m jolted upwards, only to fall back onto his thick, consuming erection
while my nipples are rubbing onto his chest, and flying up teasing his lips. Then he slows his rhythm just a tad bit, and captures my nipple between his teeth. As I descend onto his erection, the pain of his teeth tugging my nipple turns into a dark pleasure I didn’t know I possessed. He mirrors his actions on the other nipple, between his thumb and index finger’s nails, rolling and digging.

“Please, Alex!” I shout, arching my back giving myself completely to his desires; at this moment, he could ask me to die for him, and I wouldn’t
hesitate a second to comply. I can feel his satisfied grin, rather than seeing it.

“Ah!” I groan in surprise and he speeds up in such a way that time slows down; I know instantly that it’s impossible for a human male to match this, and he is showing me his Nephilim side for the first time. He
was
holding back! But then instead of pulling out, he gyrates his hips and slowly lifts my hips up to angle his erection to sink even deeper and pounds into me repeatedly. The rush of orgasm comes with a tightening of my muscles inside my sex, my toes curl, and lifting my legs up, I quickly wrap them around his torso, and my back arches, my hair touching the base of the chaise, he continues to pummel into me and I hold as hard as I can not to come, competing with him.

“Come on Elissa! Give it to me! Let go!” he orders making me completely submit to his demands, and my eyes roll in the back of my head, losing myself in the most intense pleasure, feeling Alex empty into me with hot and thick spurts, my name a reverent litany on his lips.

He pulls back slowly, searching my face. “And how was that? Just great, fine, good?”

“Spectacular!” I whisper, embarrassed
as I bite the inside of my lip. My response makes him smile broadly with the pride of an alpha male.

When we come back to our senses, he searches my face. He places a light kiss on my forehead.

“We have the cocktail party in a little over an hour. I’d love to stay, lose myself in you all night, but, I have a meeting shortly. I’ll give you some privacy to get ready. I’m told that there are four dresses hanging in the closet; any one of which should be proper for tonight,” he says. “Anthony will be right outside the door should you need anything,” he adds, this time gently kissing me on the lips, leaving me, confused and bereft.

“About the room… When do you think I could change places? I don’t need a suite. Just a room would do.” I’m not going to run away
. I can’t run away, but, I’m falling hard and fast, and it scares the life out of me. When my body meets his, I turn into a completely different person.

“Elissa, please, we’ll sort this out later. There are other reasons why I need you to stay here at least through tonight. I’ll give you the privacy you desire. Please, just get ready; I’ll have Anthony escort you to the party when you’re ready. Meanwhile, I have to brief my men. Millions of Dollars and all sorts of aircrafts some of which are extremely advanced will exchange hands, and that’s a draw for criminals
of all sorts. I have to make sure the security is top notch all around, not just from our kind and your enemies, but also humans as well. This is truly a very dangerous time,” he says his eyes deadly serious.

“I didn’t realize. I’m sorry,” I say chagrined. I’m adding to his already stressful week. “I’ll go get ready. I’ll see you soon,” I say and turn back to go to the bedroom’s en suite bathroom. I can feel his forlorn gaze behind me, but he doesn’t follow. I finally hear the door softly closing. He’s gone. I wonder where he went. I wonder if he feels a fraction of what I feel for him. For the first time, I’m looking forward to the week even though I still have worries and concerns about the dangers I’m bringing into Alex’s life.
After having been consistently told that I was a drunken binge accident and the worst mistake a girl can make forced me to try to prove my worth by doing my very best in school and in life. Somehow, if I obeyed those who ran my life; Sarah, my uncle and even Stella, I’d not be a mistake. Maybe there was room for me in the universe. Then in the last forty-eight hours, I find out that the people who raised me knew what I was and let me suffer through my feelings of inadequacy, and let remain confused about my identity. At least Stella and my uncle had valid reasons but my birth mother tried to kill me! All these experiences shattered my ability to trust and they are making it increasingly hard for me to put my trust into someone else. Yet, I trust Alex; I’ll do anything for him. Anything he wants of me even if it kills me. I’m in love. Deeply. Madly. Irrevocably, and for all eternity.