Page 119 of Enthrall Ecstasy
As if such a thing as modesty mattered now.
Shay lifted me into his arms and carried me with long strides through the restaurant. I nestled my face under his chin not wanting to look at the many faces staring our way. He approached another door and kicked it open with his foot.
He carried me through the doorway into a vast and glamorous foyer with marble flooring. Above us an enormous chandelier rained light upon us, the glass droplets looking familiar.
As did the grand staircase.
“Chrysalis?” I whispered, as he carried me towards the stairs.
But how?
I realized the drive in the limousine had been a ploy to make me believe we were going out. Instead, the limo had merely turned around and come back here.
Bringing us back to his sacred place.
Shay pressed his lips to my forehead, his kiss soothing me as we ascended into the heart of Chrysalis, his hauntingly beautiful words finding me again.
“Setting you up to fly.”
Icarried Rue up the central staircase and along the hallway, holding her close, inhaling her sweet perfume. Her arousal was just as alluring as the scent she’d dabbed on her chest earlier.
My brilliant dark angel with her unique and exquisite needs.
My dick had gotten so hard at witnessing how well she’d been enjoyed and worshipped. I remembered the arousing thrill of having her writhe against me while she was being watched by the elite members of Chrysalis.
I’d even felt a twinge of jealousy—an emotion I rarely felt.
I’d had to remind myself this was not about me.
Nor would it ever be.
She’d shown herself to be brave and beautiful and profoundly true to herself. Owning her sexuality.
She had trusted me enough to play out her desires, obeying me in every conceivable way and bravely performing my erotic orders. Her dark fantasies had been explored and brought to life.
She was with her own people now. The kind who reveled in passion. The kind who’d long ago discovered the ecstasy of Enthrall.
And the profoundness of Chrysalis.
She’d be safe here.
Now, she needed nurturing. I’d been the one to take her to the heights of pleasure and it was me who would also remain with her as she came down.
Once inside the luxurious private suite, I carried her through to the marble-tiled bathroom. She sat on the edge of the tub while I ran water to fill it, pouring in copious amounts of bubbles. They frothed and their spicy scent wafted around us.
I lit a candle for her.
Running my hand through the heated water I asked, “How are you feeling?”
“Good.” She stretched languidly. “It was everything I wanted it to be.”
“I’m glad.”
“Thank you.”
“Pleasure’s all mine.” I quirked a smile.
I eased off her shoes, gently taking one and then the other and placing her heels in the corner.
