Enthralled by Sylvia Mercedes EPACUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Sylvia Mercedes
- Language: English
- Genre: Dark Fantasy Horror
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“I will come to you.”
A sharp scent of lavender fills my nostrils, shocking my senses. I moan
and turn my head slightly, fighting the pull of consciousness. I don’t want to
be dragged up through layers of dreaming mist back to the waking world.
Not yet.
Because that voice is speaking in my head. Warm, low. Intense.
“From anywhere in all the worlds, I will come.”
Another moan rumbles in my throat. I feel warm breath against my skin,
panting, ragged. Ravenous. I feel the brush of soft lips, the sharp edge of
teeth. Sensation travels through my veins, flooding my body with prickling
warmth. I gasp, my back arching, my body eager for that touch, my soul
hungry for that connection.
“Just say my name.”
My lips stir, eager to form the syllables. But nothing comes. Nothing but
a frustrated groan in my throat. Who is this who speaks to me in such
melting tones, who caresses my body, who calls to life such fire in my core?
His name is just there, resting on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t . . . I can’t
. . .
My eyes flare open.
I stare up at the coffered ceiling overhead even as the scent of lavender
overwhelms me. It’s so strong, I stuff my hand under my pillow and wrench
free a small lace sachet. My eyes, blurry with sleep, struggle to focus on it,
struggle to make sense of anything. I hiss through my teeth and toss the
sachet to the foot of the bed. Grimacing, I press both palms to my eyes,
digging fingers into my head. My body is strangely alive with prickling
heat, remnants of some fevered dream. There’s a knot of burning tension in
my loins, and I squirm with a desire for relief I don’t understand.
Say my name.
That voice in my head. I try to catch it, to hold on.
Say my name . . .
. . . my name . . .
. . . my name . . .
Then it’s gone. Even the last echo is lost. Was it ever there at all? The
heat in my body fades, and I’m left hollow, cold. And that stink of lavender
is still in my nostrils. Lavender. Of course. Lavender buds, plucked from
the bush standing by the door of the gray stone townhouse on Elmythe
Lane. Danny Gale’s house. And this room, with its coffered ceiling and
lacey curtains—this is the Gale’s little guest room, the former Mrs. Gale’s
pride and joy, an untouched sanctuary which her children and their friends
were forbidden to enter.
How many times did Kitty Gale and I crouch in the
doorway, peering in at all the pretty baubles and delicate furnishings? I
recognize that washbasin with the painted cherubs and roses, and that
hideous clock on the mantel, suspended in the arms of dancing, semi-nude
nymphs. The stink of lavender in my nose carries it all back to me on a
wave of memory and confusion.
What am I doing here?
The quilt feels suddenly so heavy on my body. I throw it back and sit
upright, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. Immediately a wave of
nausea rises like a cloud, filling my head. My stomach pitches.
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